When the movies were young (1925)

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The First Two-reeler 193 implored him to come for one hundred and fifty dollars—a staggering offer—the biggest to date. He also accepted. Dell Henderson had been commissioned by Mr. Griffith to dispatch the Lucas-one-hundred-and-fifty-dollar telegram, and the high salary made him so sore that he promptly told it everywhere, causing jealous fits to break out all over the studio. We had also in our California cast, Claire MacDowell, Stephanie Longfellow, Florence Barker, Florence LaBadie, Mabel Normand, Vivian Prescott, and Dorothy West for the more important parts; Grace Henderson, Kate Toncray, and Kate Bruce for the character parts; and little Gladys Egan for important child roles. And of men—as memory serves me—there were Frank Powell, Edwin August, Dell Henderson, Charlie Craig, Mack Sennett, Joe Graybill, Charlie West, Donald Crisp, Guy Hedlund, Alfred Paget, Eddie and Jack Dillon, Spike Robinson, Frank Grandin, Tony O'Sullivan and "Big" Evans, and George Nichols. And some wives: Mrs. Frank Powell, Mrs. Dell Hender- son, Mrs. George Nichols, and Mrs. Billy Bitzer. And one baby: Frank Baden Powell. At Georgia and Girard Streets, Los Angeles, a ten- minute ride from the center of the city, on a two-and-a- quarter-acre plot adjoining some car barns, the carpenters were building our grand studio. An open air studio—no artificial lighting—we could get all the light effects we desired from the sun—and could begin to work as early as 8 .'30 and continue until late in the afternoon. We had not yet reached the stage where we felt that Mr. Electric Lamp could compete with the sun. How joyful we were when we first beheld the new studio! The stage was of nice smooth boards and seemed