When the movies were young (1925)

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CHAPTER XIII AT THE STUDIO npHIS story must now take itself indoors. We are ter■*■ ribly excited over Tolstoy's "Resurrection." So even though it be May, we must to the studio where the carpenters and scene painters are fixing us a Siberia. As the days went by we produced many works of literary masters — Dickens, Scott, Shakespeare, Bret Harte, O. Henry, and Frank Norris. We never bothered about "rights" for the little one-reel versions of five-act plays and eight hundred page novels. Authors and publishers were quite unaware of our existence. Arthur Johnson, Owen Moore, and Florence Lawrence played the leading parts in our "free adaptation of Leo Tolstoy's Powerful Novel." And it so happened that just as Prince Demetri was ready to don his fur robes, and the poor exiles their woolen slips, for the trudge over the snowclad steppes, a nice hot spell came our way, and we must have been the hottest Russians that ever endured Siberia. Owen Moore got so querulous with the heat — he was playing one of those handsome, cruel officers who poke bayonets at the innocent and well-behaved exiles — that he nearly killed us throwing tables and heavy furniture at us. I objected to the realism. We were all a bit peevish, what with the unseasonable heat and the last moment discovery that the costumer had sent our wrapper-like dresses in sizes miles too large. 90