When the movies were young (1925)

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230 When the Movies were Young Kate Bruce, the saintly "Brucie" to so many, pillowed in her lap or on her shoulder by turns, all the feminine heads of sufficient importance, and at times, with her arm about me, it was even "Oh, dear Mrs. Griffith." But Miss Bruce was thoughtful, indeed, for her little room often made night lodging, when we had an early morning call, for the girl whose home was distant. Dorothy West, who lived in Staten Island, often accepted Miss Bruce's hospitality. For Lillian Gish, "Brucie" had an especially tender heart. Miss Gish, at this time, affected simple, straight, dark blue and black dresses. She had long ago reached the book-carrying stage, being one of Mr. Griffith's most ambitious girls. Many times she'd arrive at the studio an hour or more ahead of time and have Billy Bitzer make tests of her with different make-ups. With a tight little hat on her head, and a red rose on the side of it from wThich flowed veils and veils, and a soulful expression in her eyes, Miss Gish was even then, so long ago, affecting the Madonna. But reclining in the arms of "Brucie," purring "Brucie, do you still love me?" — that was the perfect picture of the fair Lillian those days. And Brucie's reply came in honeyed words, "Oh, you sweet, little innocent golden-haired darling." Then turning to the girl sitting next her on the other side, she'd say, "You know this girl needs to be protected from the world, she's so innocent and so young." She had a strong maternal complex, had the maidenly Kate Bruce. In need of a gown for a picture at this time (the Biograph was just beginning to spend a little money on clothes