When the movies were young (1925)

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Embryo Stars 205 being taken. This type of stuff was new to me and I was all eyes. Working only with the Griffith company, there were lots of things I didn't see. But this day there were two companies working on the same location, and that was how I first saw Margaret Loveridge, of lovely Titian hair and fair of face, sporting the most modern black satin bathing suit, and high-heeled French slippers. Imagine, right in the seashore sand ! I was interested in this Loveridge girl, for she was pretty, and had a rather professional air about her. Sometimes when rehearsing we'd suddenly find ourselves in need of a little two or three-year-older, which need would be supplied by Mr. Griffith or Mr. Powell or Dell Henderson calling right out at rehearsal: "Who's got a kid?" Margaret Loveridge on one such occasion had replied affirmatively. And so we came to use her small son occasionally; and when Margaret was working and we needed the child, and Margaret couldn't bring it or take care of it, she'd press her little sister into service. For Miss Loveridge had also a little sister. And it was some such situation that led little sister to the movies and to Redonda at this time. Little sister was a mite: most pathetic and half-starved she looked in her wispy clothes, with stockings sort of falling down over her shoe-tops. No one paid a particle of attention to the child. But Mr. Griffith popped up from somewhere and spied her, and gave her a smile. The frail, appealing look of her struck him. So he said, "How'd you like to work in a picture ?" "Oh, you're just fooling — you mean me to work in a picture?" "Yes, and I'll give you five dollars."