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PICTURE-PLAY WEEKLY
by people of culture and refinement, Ijut to-daj all this is changed.
The film manufacturers and many of those associated with them in the production of the films are to-day celebrities of note, persons whose names one sees in the papers daily, and individuals to whom the world of art and letters really looks up.
Among the actors and actresses appearing on the screen are some of our most famous Thespians, while among the men behind the creation of the plays themselves are numbered the many foremost directors of stage technique and the brainiest dramatists of the world.
As an example of the height to which the once humble pictures have risen, the accompanying photograph is a bit of evidence. Sir Henry Arthur Jones, one of the world's most distinguished dramatists, is discussing the product of the Famous Players Film Company with Daniel Frohman, managing director of the above concern and one of Broadway's most noted personages.
A Dress for Every Occasion.
THE wardrobe reciuired by an actor or actress on the stage is limited to a certain extent. If the artist is playing a part in but one production, the costumes, et cetera, are prepared, and that is an end to it for the season. How differr eut are the wardrobe requirements for an actress in motion pictures !
"The motion-picture actress has a wardrobe that descends from the sublime to the ridiculous. By the sublime we would catalogue the modish gowns that are required in motion-picture society drama, et cetera. Dame Fashion's exactions are stern. Nothing but the most up-to-date gowns can be worn, for the audience has learned that the best is none too good, and many women go to the motion-picture theaters for fashion hints. Many an expensive gown is purchased to be worn in just one society drama or comedy of the films, and then it is discarded. Other actresses can tell the same story.
"Not only are modish dresses essential, but attire intended to properly present almost every character under the sun must be in stock, and a majority of the film artists prefer to own their outfits. To-day I may enact the role of a society leader, and to-morrow I may be cast for a 'child of the slums,' a Salvation Army lass, an adventuress, an art
ist's model, or a cowgirl, with hat, divided skirt, boots, and spurs.
"In the pictures, as on the stage, one must look the part, only more so. Every small detail of dress must be correct, and so it behooves the film players to possess large and varied wardrobes, descending, as I have said, from the sublime to the ridiculous."
A Hint to Autoists.
FRANK BORZAGE, the InceviUe juvenile who has been seen in a number of plays directed by Walter Edw^ards and released in the Mutual program, has been embarrassed by the obvious favor he encounters in the eyes of the prize-winning hens he purchased several weeks ago. They follow him to the studio and trail him to locations until the matter has become a joke. Recently this tendency on the part of the Borzage hens cost Thomas H. Ince, Richard Stanton, and Leona Hutton each a twenty-dollar gold piece.
Borzage, on his way to the studio that expensive morning, saw Miss Hutton and the two men each coming along the road from Los Angeles in their respective cars, and hurried across the road to get out of the way of the speeijing machines. So did the hens, but malad'roitly. Three of them were killed. Of course, Stanton and Miss Hutton and the famous director of both offered to pay for the damage, and, of course, Borzage refused.
"They're perfect fools," said Borzage, "and it's all their own fault."
When the three chicken killers went to buy hens to give the young actor theyi had to pay $20 apiece to replace thedead ones with egg layers equally excellent.
Sport and Science.
I OUISE LESTER, who mothers the •'— ' young actresses in the AmericanMutual Company at Santa Barbara so successfully, understands the heart of a boy as well as that of a girl. She recently was walking down a side street in Santa Barbara when she came upon two ten-year-old boys engaged in a roughand-tumble fight that already had resulted in one black eye and two bloody noses. Taking each boy by the collar, she separated them effectually, but gently.
They gazed at her with expectant pa
tience. The usual Sunday-school lecture was what they both looked for. One of the boys was the son of a friend of Miss Lester.
"Sammy,'' she said to him, "I know just how you feel. And you, too," she added, turning to the other youngster. "But just think how your mothers will feel when you come home all dirty. You want to learn how to fight scientifically so you won't mar each other's beauty."
Leading the two by the hand, she walked to a near-by sporting goods store and bought a set of boxing gloves. Five minutes later she left the two boys, once more good friends, pummeling each other in a corner lot with the heavily padded mitts.
His Cue.
TEACHER: "Spell 'cue.'" Scholar: "Q." "That's what I said, 'cue.' " "Well, that's what I said. 'Q.' " "Well, spell it." "Q?"
"Yes, 'cue.' " ^ "I said 'Q.'"
"I know it. I want you to spell it." ".Ain't 1 spellin' it? Ye'll be askin' me to spell '1" next."
Poor, Abused Man.
PERHAPS it might be better for Mr. Smith if he were more observant, or, possibly, more something else. The other morning, when he started off to town, his wife gave him an important letter to post, and when he returned in the evening it was in his -pocket.
"Henry," inquired his wife, just as he had settled himself comfortably, "did you post that letter I gave you this morning ?"
"You don't suppose, love, that I would carry it about with me, do you?" he replied, in as smooth a tone as he could muster.
"I don't suppose anything else," she said suspiciously. "Where did you post it?"
"In the box round the corner, love ; I did it at once, dear, so I would be sure not to forget it."
She jumped up suddenly.
"Henry Smith," she exclaimed, "give, me that letter. They moved that box to the far side of the square a month ago."