When the movies were young (1925)

202 When the Movies were Young of the home-made looking tweed suit she had worn on her arrival in Los Angeles. Way, way up on the Santa Monica cliffs we built a log cabin for Blanche Sweet to dwell in, as the heroine of "The White Rose of the Wilds." The location was so remote, the climb so stiff, that once having made it no one was going down until the day's work was over. It was a heavenly day. Gazing off into the distances quite sufficed, until, whetted by clean, insistent breezes, little gnawings in the tummy brought one back to realities. It took more than dreamy seas and soft blue skies to deter a hungry actor from expressing himself around lunch time. And so, in querulous accents soon were wafted on the sagescented air such questions as: "Gee, haven't they sent for the lunch yet? Gosh, I'm hungry. Hasn't the car gone? It'll take a couple of hours to get food way up here. Hope they bring us enough — this air — I'm starved." Sooner or later lunch would be on the way. The car had to go for it as far as Venice. It was nearly three o'clock when the car returned and by that time every one was doggone hungry. Mr. Griffith had tipped his two "leads" and Mr. Bitzer and myself to get off in a little group, for hot juicy steaks had been ordered for those select few — leading players must be well nourished — and it was just as well to be as quiet and unobtrusive about it as possible. For while it wasn't exactly fair, sandwiches and coffee was all the lunch the company usually afforded for the extra people. Mack Sennett, who always had a most generous appetite, was wild-eyed by now, for he was just an "extra"