When the movies were young (1925)

On Location 87 water and Shadyside? I do believe that first summer I was made love to on every rock and boulder for twenty miles up and down the Hudson. Well, we did branch out a bit. We did a picture in Greenwich, Connecticut. Driving to the station, our picture day finished, we passed a magnificent property, hemmed in by high fences and protected with beautiful iron gates. Signs read "Private Property. Keep Out." We heeded them not. In our nervous excitement (we were not calm about this deed of valor) we kept away from the residence proper, and drove to the outbuildings and the Superintendent's office. Told him we'd been working in the country near by and would appreciate it much if we could come on the morrow and take some scenes ; slipped him a twenty, and that did the trick. There was nothing we had missed driving around Millbank, which, we learned later, was the home of Mrs. A. A. Anderson, the well-known philanthropist who passed away some few years ago. So on the morrow, bright and early, we dropped anchor there, made up in one of the barns, and were rehearsing nicely, being very quiet and circumspect, when down the pathway coming directly toward us, with blood in her eye, marched the irate Mrs. Anderson. Trembling and weak-kneed we looked about us. Could we be hearing aright? Was she really saying those dreadful things to us? Weakly we protested our innocence. Vain our explanation. And so we folded our tents and meekly and shamefacedly slunk away. Before the summer was over we went to Seagate and Atlantic Highlands. It wasn't very pleasant at Atlantic Highlands, for here we encountered the summer boarder. As they had nothing better to do, they would see what we