Screenland (May–Oct 1927)

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SCREENLAND 103 / C[ Barbara 'Worth will next be seen as the queen of "The Prarie King". he is loved by a village girl, played by Marceline Day, harbors a lady of ill repute from Boston (Pauline Starke) and incurs the horror and disgust of the villagers. He becomes the captain of a hell ship, which he names the Bess Morgan, after the woman of the streets. The most intense moments take place aboard the vessel. The first scene that Robertson took that day was one where the villagers are gathered on the wharf listening to Hanson deliver the Lord's prayer. Hanson, being off stage, the actors were cued by the director, and I believe that I detected more than mere directorial fervor in the manner in which Robertson managed that scene. His magnificent recital was really a prayer of thanksgiving for the sun. Everyone basked in the sunshine as the scenes were taken, one following another. Pauline Starke worked away on embroidery. Lars Hanson and his lovely wife, a celebrity in her own right in Sweden, got busy over their English books. The others chatted and really seemed to be living again. It was nearing four o'clock when we decided to take advantage of our reservations at the St. Catherine. Rather proudly we told them all goodbye. We had simply flited in and out and now we were leaving them still marooned on the isthmus with the prospect of that devlishly hard trip on the old "Santa Clara". 'You'll see my sister Alice when you get back," Marceline Day said. "Give her my love." We took messages and letters and warnings. They all hung over the wharf as we stepped into the speed boat that was to take us to hot baths and a change from our muddy clothes. So this was a location trip! Now wait! Really and truly it was just as we stepped into the boat that a seaman came running down the steps and literally jerked us out. "Can't make it to Avalon now!" Dazed, we again appeared on the wharf. I know how an anti-climax feels. We begged for information about the suddeness of all this. From the incoherent speeches of people in a great hurry we gathered that word had just come that a nor'easter or so'wester or something of the sort was headed that way and it would be un-safe for us to even attempt Avalon. Must we spend the night at the isthmus? The night? Maybe several days if the storm materialized. And we had better phone our families quickly for the telephone was to be shut down. The little speed boats hurried into coves for safety. And the "Santa Clara" shoved off to fight the storm away from the all too un-safe harbor. Did I detect looks of fiendish glee on the faces of Marceline and Pauline? You know that old one about misery. Well, we were to be marooned, too. My memory jumbles right about here. There was much talk about where to sleep, every bed on the island being taken and there being six of us. Ernest Torrence, Lars Hanson and George Fawcett were noble in offering to sleep in the living room of the Banning house while we took their beds. There was much telephoning to be done and because of the clouds, shooting had stopped for the day. At last someone offered to vacate a cottage for us. Marceline and Mrs. Day and Pauline came up to see if we were all right and if there was anything they could do and we settled down to wait for the storm. There is nothing more ghastly. So far the location trip had been — though hard — an adventure. But adventures stop when you're to be marooned in one for days. We tried not to wail, but we couldn't help thinking of dates and appointments that would never be kept. I can't describe that wait — that ghastly wait — with absolutely nothing to do. When suddenly — yes, it was suddenly — a car drove up and the driver announced that the storm had blown over and that we could make it to Avalon. The rest is about a joy that only we could know. That will be locked in our hearts forever, if you know what I mean. We made the St. Catherine. We had hot baths and steam and dined luxuriously. I'm afraid we didn't think about the company over on the isthmus with that ten day ocean trip ahead of them as much as we should. That's human, isn't it? The rest is simply ordinary. We went back home on a gorgeous sea in gorgeous sunshine the next morning. But my social error has been rectified. Now when anyone says, "Have you ever been on location?" I can answer, "I have!" And, if its that kind of a party, I add, "And how!" "I'm going to raise is salary" "I've had my eye on him for some time and I know he can handle bigger work. "He studies those I. C. S. textbooks every chance he gets, and I want to tell you it has made him a valuable man for this business. "I'm going to raise his salary and give him that new job we were talking about. I wish we had more men like him." How do you stand when your employer checks up his men for promotion? 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