Picture Play Magazine (Mar-Aug 1923)

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O $ enclosed. y Remember, if not pleased yeur momy will he returned. ^ A Letter from Location Continued from page 85 eval and goes on a rampage, but the only real excitement so far was when a bear climbed into Louis Dayton's window one night — he's one of those fresh-air fiends. The trainer, missing the bear, aroused the hotel, and when we all rushed into Louis' room we found him. talking coaxingly. "Now, Bruin, old top, be a sport, go on home, really you wouldn't like this hotel life." You can't phase an Englishman, can you? We brought a lot of equipment with vts — generators, big sunlight arcs, reflectors, et cetera. We secured a lodge up in the mountains where the snow is deep. The men dug it out from the snow and rebuilt it as per the script — the play is from the book "The White Frontier," you know, and it's practically all outdoor mountain stuff. It's too cold for tourists so we have Truckee practically to ourselves. Ruth Roland was here a while before us. Nice accommodations, dandy meals — my appetite is functioning with its usual reliability and my, but working out in the snow all day in zero weather does make a person hungry ! Speaking of food — as you usually are, my dear Myrtle ! — ■ we reached here a few days before Thanksgiving and spent that day on location. They surprised us by sending up a wonderful meal — they set the long table at the hotel and placed it in our baggage car, and when they unloaded it maybe we didn't go after that turkey and plum pudding. I attempted to impress upon my husband that brainy men require little food, but with slight success. There are two movie shows here — one next door, upstairs with rickety steps. I can always tell when they've had a good attendance by the number of thumps on the stairs. One night I had retired early, but couldn't sleep for the thumpetythump of the mountaineers' heavy boots on those steps and wondered what the attraction might be. But when Allan came in and said it was our "Hurricane's Gal" my viewpoint changed. I dressed, and the whole bunch of us went to the show and afterward the rough, jolly bunch of mountain folk gave us a rousing cheer. Imagine them coming in from mountain cabins by dog-sleds for miles over the snow to see a movie ! We go fishing sometimes on a Sunday, but what I love most to do is "mush" with the dog-sleds. Rather bumpy, though ; reminds me of riding in your eccentric gas filly, for there are rocks beneath the snow, and as soon as I get dreamy, gliding merrily along — kerplunk, and off I go. The dogs know instantly when I've ceased to be with them and turn around inquisitively to see why I've left their company. The only interesting character we've met is a hermit named "Jawn." He lives in a cabin up in the mountains and has a grudge against the world, women, and all pleasure. We found him and asked him to work in the picture. He's long and lean and lanky and sour, Jawn is, quite a pessimist. "Work in them pitchers?"— he was aghast at the idea, but our filthy lucre prevailed, and he finally consented for ten dollars a day, but insists he won't go to see the picture when it's shown here, and that nobody'll ever drag him back to wicked civilization. Expect to be back soon. Remember me to everybody and tell Patsy Ruth Miller I took those snapshots of the snow she asked for, to convince her St. Louis cousin that California is generous with her snow as well as her sunshine. I've a present for you, but Allan says I'd be doing you a kindness to leave it where it is — a darling little baby bear, the cutest thing and tame as a kitten. Want it? Yes, I hear your silence. With lots of love, dear girl. Sincerely yours, Dorothy Phillips. Solomon Grundy — Film Fan By Reuben Peterson, Jr. Solomon Grundv: "Saw 'Tess' on Monday, 'Oliver Twist' Tuesday, 'Robin Hood' Wednesday. 'Prisoner of Zenda' Thursdav. 'To Have and To Hold' Fridav. 'When Knighthood was in Flower' Saturday, 'Dr. Jack' Sunday " This is the diary Of Solomon Grundv.