When the movies were young (1925)

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CHAPTER XXI BACK HOME AGAIN XJOW we must pack up our troubles in our little black •*• ^ bag and go home. They must be lonesome for us at II East Fourteenth, for the studio has been dark and silent in our absence. Mr. Dougherty especially will be glad to see us. And others — the jobless actors. For things were coming along now so that Mr. Griffith didn't have to dig 60 hard for new talent. Much talk there'll be about the pictures we did — how the public is receiving them — which ones are most popular — how worthwhile the trip was — how economical we were — and how hard we worked. When once again we had donned our working harness, how stuffy and cramped the studio seemed ! Four months in the open had ruined us ; four months with only a white sheet suspended above our heads when we did "interiors" on our lot and the sun was too strong. We felt now like toadstools in a dark cellar, with neither sun nor fresh air. There was so much to keep Mr. Griffith busy — cutting and titling of pictures, and conferences upstairs. But the blossoming pink and white apple orchards must be heeded, so we deserted a few days, hied ourselves to New Jersey's old stone houses and fruit trees and friendly hens, and did a picture "In the Season of Buds." i73