Picture-Play Weekly (Apr-Oct 1915)

PICTURl'-PLAY WEEKLY The land shark exchanged a wink with liis assistant. They knew, what it seemed that Lord Algy did not, that the black substance on the surface of the spring was oil! kind enough to return the money my father paid him. You see, Simpson told him our spring was poisoned by the Indians, and when he thought of the dan;ger we would run by staying here if the savages had it in for us " Sally threw up her hands in helpless dismay. "He Nvas kind enough!" she repeated scornfully. "Didn't you know what that black substance was on the surface of the water?" Lord Algy smiled around over his shoulder at the listening land shark. "Why shouldn't I know," he replied, "since I poured the oil there myself?" Todd's face fell. He had been beaten by his would-be victim at his own game. He started to stride up to Lord Algy, with his fists clenched, but then he stopped. The young Englishman seemed to be engaged with Sally in a most important conversation. It tvas important, for Lord Algy was saying : "I love you, dear. You've been the only girl for me from the first day I ever saw you. Your father's told me of a ranch that I'm going to buy with half of this money, and I want you to share it as my wife. Will you?'' As Todd saw Sally throw her arms around Lord Algy's neck he knew that it meant he had been beaten at the game of love, as well. But Simpson? Well, as he viewed the same thing, the fat valet groaned despairingly, for what it meant to him was that now he was doomed to stay in the West. Ince's Auto Aviates. THOiM.^S H. IN'CE, the famous moving-picture director, whose productions are shown in the Alutual prograr.i, does not like fast driving, but he recently overcame his diffidence long enough to save his life. His chauffeur, who has strict instructions to go no faster than twenty-five miles an hour, was bringing ^Ir. Incc in his car along the road to Inceville at that moderate and pleasant pace. Suddenly they rounded a corner, and the front tires began rattling the boards of the bridge the farther end of which had caved in and fallen to the river bed sixty feet below. "You can't stop in time. Faster, faster !" Ince yelled excitedly. "Go like the devil! Ninety! A hundred !" The great director stamped his foot on the gasoline release so hard that he nearly drove it and his chauffeur's foot through the floor ; but the car, meanwhile, with a shivering leap, cleared the hole in the bridge and landed on the safe ground beyond. Billiards and Films. T^HE National Billiard Protective ^ League has sent letters to eighty thousand proprietors of billiard halls in the United States, commending the athletic and physical-culture films released every Monday by the Selig Polyscope Company, since April 5th. Among the films are scenes showing the scientific shots in billiards, exemplified by Schaefer, Hoppe, and others. These films will do much to popularize and further elevate the science of billiards. News of the Photo-playwrights. LJ ETTIE GRAY BAKER, who was * * one of the most successful freelance writers in the country when she was a librarian in Connecticut, and who until recently was scenario editor for Bosworth, Incorporated, has joined the West coast scenario staff of the ^Mutual Film Corporation. She is also first vice I)residcnt of the Photo Flay Authors' League. Arthur Leeds, well known to all writers of the silent drama, is now scenario editor for Edison. He is the first man to hold this position with Edison, as the scripts were formerly passed upon by a committee. Archer ^McAIackin. who for a long time was scenario editor for the Essanay Company at their Chicago studio, and who of late has been directing comedies, as well as writing them, for several West coast firms, has joined the forces of the American Film Manufacturing Company at Santa Barbara, California, Captain Leslie T. Peacocke is busy turning out big multiple-reel novel and play adaptations for the World Film Corporation, but is finding time to do a number of large-size original scripts on the side. The captain has been a hustler all his. life, and he certainly "puts them over." Remember his "Neptune's Daughter" ?