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thought of refusing to do what was required in the name of cinema art. They were game troupers.
I WONDER if Betty remembers that foggy day when she was recovering from a severe cold and the script demanded that she leap into the Pacific Ocean. Betty took a chance and after she was through diving and swimming in the icy water, one of the women on the set gave her a brisk rub-down with alcohol and put her to bed.
Betty had a constitution like iron, the will to do and re•sourcefulness. She was always equal to any occasion.
I remember once she was cast in the role of a country dressmaker. As long as she had to be making something, Betty decided to make herself a dress and she selected a blue polka-dotted material. During the making of the picture, one of the sleeves of the dress disappeared. Work was held yp while the studio was combed, without result. A search of the department stores proved that there wasn't another scrap of the goods in Hollywood. In order to fulfill the obligations of their contract, which called for a comedy a week, the producers had to finish the picture that very evening. Just as everybody was going down for the third time, Betty discovered a way of cutting a piece from under a flounce with which to make another sleeve.
THOSE were the good old days. I had a flivver and the studio would fill up the tank on condition that I let the girls ride with me when we went on location. If they had only known it, I would almost have paid to do it. Those location
trips were the real thing. We often went to the beach for exteriors, for the company made frequent use of the beach concessions. I remember one day we all went on "The Trip Through The Clouds" for the climax in the picture. The cameraman was strapped on the front in order to film tlie close-ups. We went seventeen times without stopping, ;inJ we were all so nauseated we could hardly stand when wc finally got out of the car. I've never been on it since. I doubt if any of the others have, either. I think we got enough of that particular brand of thrills to last an ordinary lifetime. As a grand finale, we wound up at a palmist's booth to have
This is none other than Louise Fazenda and — guess who? Who? Don't be silly. That's not Lon Chaney! It's Mack Sennett himself, in person, in the flesh and also a moving picture. It's from a very very old comedy.
Douglas Fairbanks at the l^ginning of his picture career trying out his duel personality on a pedestalled gentleman. His motto was "All's Fairbanks in love and , war."
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