When the movies were young (1925)

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172 When the Movies were Young "That's it, that's the one. I'll never forget that picture." "As I remember, it was considered quite a masterpiece." The fishing village of Santa Monica was the locale of this story. At this time there was but a handful of little shacks beyond the pier, places rented for almost nothing by poor, health-seeking Easteners. No pretentious Ince studio as yet meandered along the cliffs some nine miles beyond. The road ran through wild country on to Jack Rabbit Lodge where a squatter had a shack that tourists visited occasionally and for twenty-five cents were shown an old Indian burial ground. The only fellow movie actors we met this first winter in Los Angeles were two members of the Kalem Company, beautiful Alice Joyce and handsome Carlyle Black well, who often on fine mornings trotted their horses over Santa Monica's wet sands. Occasionally, we met Nat Goodwin, who had cantered all the way from his home in Venice-by-the-Sea.