Evening Star Newspaper, July 1, 1923, Page 74

L] *o| The Fishermen on the Island Never Faltered When There Was Need of Courage and Real Deeds. DDIE "BOWERY” GALLEGHER had come home from his sum- mer's eteamboating. A bis, overgrown boy he was, for all | his mate’s ticket, with a wide grin and a hearty laugh that would charm response from the sphinx. No one had told him yet about Glsli Gislison | —not even his brother. Big Joe, had dared to tell him. Bowery was in high spirits, and no wonder, having come home to the lonellest yet most cheerful place on ths lakes—Beaver Island. We all sat around the stove—the McCann boy _ old man Dunlevy, Salty Gallegher and Hughie Big Blddy Gallegher, Tight Gallegher and Willie Boyle, and a few more, There was a drop to drink and the dance to follow, and the perch had begun to run. “Ye know how scarce jobs were and men laid up?’ Bowery leaned for- ward with his hearty laugh. ‘on the dock when the Menominee 4come in, and I went aboard her and struck the old man. ‘Give me any- ‘ thing from mate to wheelin’, but no, lookout, T telis him. He looks me over, sour and hard, and ssys: ‘Gal- legher, hey? I'll bet you'se one o' them condemned Bgaver Island Galleghers that’s holdin' down berths on half the likep loats this minutel’ Delany, who was second mate on the Manitou last vear, he was standin’ by, and he be- Fun to grin. ‘I got two Beaver Gal- leghers aboard here now,’ savs the «1d man, ‘and I reckon 1 can stand one more, so git aboard and go to wheel- | in' Bowery ceased speaking. A queer tension had fallen upon the group of v, and he was quick to sense it. He saw the stranger standing to one side, arms folded—a long. gaunt, flaxen- haired man with a face like molded iron he way. He looked once at Rowery Galleger, then he turned and went out, with a lithe and silent step. “Where did that blow in from? ejaculated Bowery. Hughie Big Blddy leaned forward and spat into the stove. “Wash'n'ton Island—one o' them Icelanders from ‘xe Wisconsin side” he eald awk- warly. Bowery glanced from face to tace, then spoke: “Well, what ls it? You fellers ain’t lettin' them square- Leads run over here™ Willie Boyle smiled in that queer, knowing way of his “Goin’ to fish this fall, Bowery e asked gently. “With your brother Joe, maybe?’ | “Ch-huh. Dad’s goin' to give us the Fleanor, Joe and T go half on the nets. and we'll get in on the perch in a couple o weeks. What's that feller doing over here? Layin' over “Something llke that” sald Willie Boyle. “He'n got our trap nets here «nd there—nobody knows just where. He don't flag 'em. He just seems to feel where fhey ave.” “Hul?" Bowery stared, frowned b ou don't mean he's fishin’ here? Who's with him?" 3 * grunted Emmet McCann. Island; he's runnin’ his own nets.” “T'll be blowed!" ejaculated Bowery. staring around Everybody got' p: “The Steelhead is campin’ on Pismire ‘alysis or something? Does Joa let thia feller alone, too?" A grin fiitted about the circle of | faces. said Willie Boyle | oe intertered.” dryly. “He got laid up for a week and lost a six-hundred net. The two McCafferty boys Inter- | fered. and co did them Danes over to Garden Island. They landed on Pismire one night and warhed Gisli- | son off. e come over to the danc the next night ‘and cleaned the whole of them—proper! He's come over for the dance tonight. T guess.” i GELJE wh't a bad sort.’ spoke up old Dunlevy quaveringly. | “When this 1ad come over first, in a | west gale it was, his engine gone| dead on him, and he wid a tarp rig- zed for'ard for a «ail!™ “He's clever on his feet too.” added | i Tight Gallegher. “D've mind when he | stepped out wid Danny McCafferty an’ | stepped him dowg and niver the same | atep twicet? Awe clever he fg! Gisll (isligon is the name of him. On the ocean in the war he was, so Mary | Boyle was tellin' me.” | Bowery started at that. “And how | does Mary know about it?" i “He'll be takin' her to the dance to- night, T guess” said Willie Boyle, who was Mary's uncle. “It's a free | country, ye know, Eddie." | Bowery came to his feet, all the| laughing good-humor gone from the | face of him. “Any man said he, “who camps on Plsmire, and fishes | lonely, and don't flag his nets, is| “erazy! 1 w'pose you buy his fish, | Tames?’ Tis cousin James nodded. “Being | the company’s agent, I play square. We gets fiish too! FEight hundred pound today. a hundred dn' forty bucks. Uses a net some, but mostly hooks. He has miles an' miles of the hooks, they tell me" “See you later,” sald Eddie Bowery, and went stamping out of the store. There was a space of silence. All were regretting that Bowery had not walted. They had first dwelt upon the Zood qualities of Gisli Girlison; there were other things to be sald. “Bowery's nobody's fool.” said Salty Gallegher. “He's warned.” Willie Boyle rose. “I'm not missin’ the dance this night,” said he, smiling. “I've got ten dollars that says Bowery cleans the Icelander” “Which way?’ quavered old Dun. levy. “Wid his fists—or ‘wid Mary?" “Both ways” sald Willle Boyle. “Ten each way." Willle Boyle was ten dollars poor- ar within the next two hours, * k % % ARY BOYLE lived on her father's i\l farm, four miles out of St. James on the Barney Lake road. Tall and atraight was Mary Boyle, deep-eyed, +with & laugh in her glance and a sob L “n her throat when she sang the Irish songs beside her mother's melodeon, and gray witchery under her black hrows that had stirred the heart of wmere than one man. Back from school had come Mary Boyle to help the sisters teach the voungsters their reading and writing, * and she could handle a boat with any man, or gaff and pull as the motor X roared and the lifter brought in the Jacy Nets and the big whitefish went nirtling into the tub, below. I was | !dread of him { | striding Gisli Gislison. and turned in at the gate. Mary came running from the kitchen. When she saw who it was, she paused fn the doorway and the sparkletdied out of her eyes “Good morning.” said Gisli Gislison He came forward to the veranda and halted by the step. “Is it my father you'd like to see?” asked Mary with a lift to her brows. Gisli Gislison smiled at her. “You know well enough, my dear, that it's not,” sald he. Have & little™" Mary bade him tn a chair. He re- fused that, but scocd by the veranda post and looked at her Mary, I've no man helping w His voice was smooth and inflexible “I've a few trap nets and a tub of gill nets in the boat, and miles of hooks, which is the onlv way I can fish alone. But I can feel the firh. That's a living and more. my dear. 1 can buy & farm on Garden Island from | the Injuns—" “Please!” broke ingly. ‘“Ne. no. You must net.” “And why not>’ gleaming in his eyes “I—I don't love you she returned “Love makes love, my dear,” he suid The girl whouk her head “You will not ™ “It's impossible. Don't ask me." “Then I'll not. Il come and take you.” For a moment she was in shaking Then the blood came to her cheeks, and anger. Tow dare you!" she flashed out “If my the whip to you ““And T'd break hls neck,” said Gisli iislison, calmly. “Listen, my dear All these weeks you've walked and in Gisl girl. plead- —please don he asked. lce _dollar pound Talked and danced with me. and now is home ugain you | that think can't this. He put-out a hand to her arm, and Iis fingers were like & steel band encircling it. And at that she gave him a man's blow, drawing blood from his lips and cutting her knuckles on his strong white teeth. Gisli Gis- lison smiled at the blow and nodded She shrank your man ou can forget it. But you Tl come and take you—like * ok ok % FLIVVER rattled to a halt before the farm and Bowery Gellegher jumped out. The car drove on. Gisli Gislison loosed the gorl's arm as Bowery came up to them. “What's goin' on here?” snapped Bowery, seeing the look in Mary's face and the blood on the Icelander's lip. “Is he botherin’ you, Mary?" “It's my affair, Eddle,” she said, quietly. “Gisli, get away from here. I never want to see you again, un- derstand? Giell Gi Bowery, on smiled and turned to ho met his gaze with a black scowl. “You heard her,” he said. “Get out o' here!" ‘ou're & nice boy,” said Gisli, im- perturbably. “But.you get mad too easy. Next time you get mad—look out! I'm @ better man than you are, and I take what I want. Good-by.” “Better man than 1 am, is it?" said Bower: “Off with your coat. then— “Enough o' that!” 0ld Tom Boyle lad come out to the door, and a dour man he was. “You, Bowery! I heard how ye did be fightin’ this felly for an hour until he put ye out wid = kick—and I'll have none ‘of it. TYou, what's-yer-name! Git off'n this place and stay oft'n 'it, and keep yer eyes oft'n my girl or I'll be puttin’' a load o' duck shot into yer carcass. Git Gieli Gislison smiled a little and walked away. growled Tom Boyle. “Come up to tell Mary that we got 800 pound yesterday, first trip,” said Bowery, and laughed. “Come in and eat dinner!" said Tom Boyle. ok ok % OR three weeks Gisli Gislison held his. lonely camp on Pismire Island. He was not a good man to bother or disturb. One day a fish tug from Cheboygan came drifting past the harbor and Emmet McCann went out to her and brought her in with two battered men abroad, one of them with four ribs broken. Gisli Gislison had found them at one of his trap nets, robbing it of perch.. There was some telk of getting the sheriff from the mainland, but nothing came of it. Bowery and Big $oe made luck with their fishing. and the second September gale was well due to ar- rive, when Big Joe caught his foot between boat and wharf. On Sun- day Big Joe sat with his foot In a chalr and a week's rest ahead. In the afternoon Bowery was visit- ing at Tom Boyle's farm, and told of the Tuck. “Tt's not the webk's lavoff that T sminde bub the 108 OL.geaz aud-4 big 4 gl N A S you time to tallk | . |said Bowery father heard you he'd take | - haul we'd counted on Monday. We've had two traps out for a week up the Garden Island shore, and we left a |new gill net out over Sunday, and ir {a storm comes up we'll never see that net again. Besides which, some o' them blasted Charlevoix men set a !trap for hgss near the wreck on Hog Island, and two hoxes of fish from that trap would mean a hundred clear. t a man to be got to help me, neither.” “You mind eye. Bo growled Tom Boyle. ‘Flishin' bass is agin the law and robbin’ other men's | net— | “They've no right in our waters” “and as for the law.| ain’t this Beaver Island” How about( you slaughterin’ them mallard two weeks ago | Tom Boy' grinned at that and said no more, But after a little | Mary spoke up, a flash in her gray | eye. ‘Eddie. what about taking me to help you? I've not been on the lake jall summer, and I can handle the boat or haul nets while you gaff! I'll g0 tomorrow if you'll say the word!" To the cheeks of Bowery crept a rich glow. For well he knew that he | had only te speak his heart on the morrow to come home with finer| |fish than any Iying in the tub. “Done with ye!" he exclaimed We'll get off at 6 and by poon we'll be done und go ashore on Gar den to have dinner with the Danes | That afternoon Bowery Gallegher walked back to town singing at the {top of his voice. At the cross roads |he met the priest..who gave Bowery la hara cddie Bowery.” he | said. it drunk you are”? “Mighty nigh it, father, |ery laughea with all his k | “When will you give o wild ways?’ said the priest “Tomorrow night, praise be | Bowery. l ‘That night Bowery told Lis m—omer,} Big Joe, about taking the boat In the morning. .“It's two men's work.” said | Joe | Bowery came to his feet. “And it's two men's work to carry the likes of you, ye big elephant!” says he, and stoops over with his two |nands to the seat of Big Joe's chair. | Then he came up, and Big Joe with {nim, and a laugh on his lips. f we had Tight Gallegher here to fiddle. T'd do @ step with ve” said | Bowery, and set Big Joe on the floor again, and never a puff from him.| | At 6 in the morning Bowery had | the Eleanor clean as a whistle when | | Mary Boyle came down to the wharf. | | Bowery stood in the boat below. | | “Jump for it said he, and Mary| jumped. He caught her and swung| her down, and seated her in the stern. | | “Take her out, while I mind the en- gine,” and he shoved out, and in two | scoonds the open boat was heading | down the harbor. | * ¥ % % i yer and Bow- | | GRAY morning it was, the wind | | switching from west to south- | | west and kicking a bad sea up the | | channel. ‘Head for Pismire,” sald Joe, when | they had cleared the light and were | reaching for the Garden Island chan- nel. “We'll get right over to H Island and attend to them bass. then | | work back under the lee of Garden | Where our own nets are.” | | "e1¢'11 be blowing before noon.” said | Mary. { “Let her blow,” and Bowery grinned | as he primed the pump. “I'll &ive ye | some oflskine in a minute—hello! | Look who's yonder!” A | The girl glanced off to port. where a gray speck was creeping in through | the channel toward them. At her| question, Bowery chuckled. Icelander—he's been over to High| Island, gettin' nets in from the blow. His pumping done, Bowery broughfg ollskins for the girl, and took the helm himself. Mary Boyle marveled, King taking his blue eyes from her fac vet the boat was like a horse that feels the hand of & master on the reins. = Bowery held well out beyend Pis- mire, which was & mere tree-studded dot of sand, and at the spar buoy came about for the end of Hog Island reef. Two miles north of Beaver was Garden Island, and due east of that was Hog, with Plsmire down bglow and between them. All Inside this| triangle. and outside it hers and | there was shoal water, studded with | bowliders and long reefs, so that a man would have heavy sorrow on his hands if he took a boat Lereabout, and he all ignorant of the channels. The Eleanor was soon past the Hog reet and rounding up for Hog Island, while behind them the Icelander drew in and vanished behind Pismire. ‘They came into Belmore ba Bowery shut off the engine and stood up with the hook, as she drifted be- fore the waves. A heavy sea it was, too, so that the boat pitched high and rolled wide. Down came the hook and puwlled up the sitmy black net, and aves she alde Jesned Bowerls | Island driftin’ on the gal | him. BOWERY HAULED HIMSELF OV THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGTON, D. C., JULY 1 1923—PA3’1‘ 5. f Beaver | .- | ER THE RAIL AND LOOKED UP TO SEE THE ICELANDER WHIRLING AT HIM WITH FOOT UP- RAISED. until he came to the trip rope, and so loosed it, and the next moment he | was at the trap and leosed the cord and had the bass under his fingers A box of the big bass they had there, and that was fifty dollars. Mary throwling the small ones back That was two hours gone and twelve miles behind them, when Bowery threw over the fiywheel and pointed west for Garden Island and his own | nets. There was a scud of mist and gray slime that hid Garden from slght, =0 Bowery got out his compass and laid it between the feet of him, and laughed into Mary’s eyes. “I'Il be storm by afternoon.” said Mary, taking the tiller, her cheeks flushed with the sharp wind. “Hear the fog whistle from Squaw Let her blow.” Bowery's rich laugh broke out. “We'll be drinkin’ coffee with old Nels, and it ye don’t like the weather he’ll take ye home in his big tug. Mary.” “Oh. will he?" She laughed back at “Speak for yourself, Eddi Bowery! I'm satisfied where I am.” 1t was an hour or more before they. ! picked up the Garden shore and Bow."| ery- got his bearings: then thers were the nets to be got in, and the traps te be opened, and the lines to Because Mary was With him, Bowery he stacked them up forward with the tubs of nets atop them. “Four hundred pound and that's a the Danes’ cove. “Listen to the wind howl outstdel It'll be sweet work crossin’ the chanmel back to Beave! “And you soaked to the waist,” said Mary. “How long will it be, Eddie, before the life will go out of your big shoulders?” “Never, praise be!" sald he. and laughed out. “Dad’s near seventy. he—and has he ever said a word o' rheumatism? Not him.* The Galle- ghers are a tough lot. Near noon they came into the lit- tle cove midway the east side of Garden, where old Nels and his two sons had held ground ' for thirty years. ‘There were the three of them mehding /nets by the ice shed, and their big, fast boat at the dock. A hearty greeting they had from Nels and Pete and Ole, and all troop- ed up together to the house under the singing cedars. NoW there was laughing of women and killing of chickens, while the good beer that Nels brewed was fetched in, with heady sandcherry wine for the table. Coftes, parched black and made strong, and new bread hot from the oven, and butter golden from the GRUTRG DANK AR & better forth when visitors came. But that held Bowery Gallegher's spirits high. When the cigars and pipes were lighted and the dishes cleared | off. Mary spoke up. | My mother wanted me to bring home two of vour big red hens and a rooster with them, if you could spare | them.” sald she. | “Ju, sure!” sald old Nels, and rose up from his seat. “Aye see dem birds down to de Ice house—you come?" So they went out, while Bowery was telling about the fine French barometer that he won from Delaney in a craps game * * % % T was a cry from old Nels that brought them out as he came stag- gering up among the trees, and blood Llack in his matted whiskers, “Dot’ Icelander he yelled. ban take her Bowery was the first down to the dock, with old Nels and the boys and the women all streaming after him. The boat of Gisli Gislison was head- |ing out t6 clear the bowlders, with never a soul showing aboard her. | Once she lurched and yawed about, then righted to het course, and Bow- 'ery knew that Mary had done her “He's BOWERY STOOD IN THE BOAT BELOW. “JUMP FOR IT!” SAID HE, AND MARY JUMPED. [best in that moment and could do no more | He stood gasing, leried out how ‘the Icelander had leaped on him and struck him down, and had lifted Mary aboard and | gone. Bowery crocked his finger at the two boys. | “Give me & hand here,” said he, und |the three of them lifted out the nets and the boxes of fish to the dock. | Then Bowery lifted old Nels in~his |arms, and carried him to the boat, | dropping him in the stern “Ye'll not catch him." yvelled Pete, | | “Nor will we! | “Go after him. you and Ole!” roared {out Bowery Gallegher, throwing off his lines. “Go after him In your own | boat, for T'll stop him or drown doin’ «It's the | b knotted again under the water.|it!” | The two boys jumped to their big »|had brought boxes for the fish, and |poat, and when Bowery headed out of |the cove he looked back to see her |following. Then he set the tiller, and lald old Nels against/it,. while he or Bowery was sitting beside her,|hundred and twenty,” said Bowery,|p;yred ofl Into the engine and screw. d laughing, and hardly |85 he took the tiller and headed for|oq gown the cups over the bearinge. | He peered at the boat ahead, seeing ithat she was low in the water and | steady as a rock. “He'll circle into the channel, knowing well that few men would {follow him that way,” Bowery mut- {terea. = ' He came back to the tiller and !headed in along the Garden shore. He knew that Glslison must travel |two legs of & triangle, so he himself was taking the third leg across the |shoals and through Stony Reef, though it was six years since he had taken a boat that scary way. * ok x JOWERY filled the gas tank, heaved the rest of the spare gasoline overboard and followed it with every- thing he could tear loose except the lifebelts. Then he came back into the stern. Wnder the drive of the spray. old Nels had come back to life and was 1i£ting his red dripping whiskers over the rail to see. “Ye ban fool!” ha ¥ang out. “Not wan foot water on de reaf! . it was neither beer nor wine while old Nels' when we get there,” said Bowery, as | e threw down a lifebelt beside Neis. | He took the tiller while Nels got |nis arms into the belt and tied the | straps. The slow time dragged along, and now they were past the eastern tip !of Garden ;and heading for Stony| |reef ahead. Even here in shelter of |the reef the waves ran high. “Ye'll not catch him?!” yelled old Nels. ' “He ain't around Pismire yet— we got him!" sang out Bowery. “Mind the tiller while I con the way. He went leaping forward to the | bow, where he stooped and threw out {the lifebelts in a loose mass, then stood up on the prow watching the { bowlder-strewn water ahead. | Stralght for Stony reef they drove, {= long line of shoal running out from |Garden island and ending off to,the |left in two shallow sand spits where arms under water as he hauled in|open-to-all table than the Danes set|ine waves burst high. The Eleanor wallowed over the shoal water, and began to zigzag back and forth, with Bowery stand- ing up on the tossing prow and put- ting out his arms to right or left, | while old Nels shoved: his weight against the tiller. A wild yell came from Bowery as Ihe sighted the Icelander's boat at |last. Back aft came Bowery, paus- !ing at the engine to pour In ofl, then jumped to the stern and seized the tiller. He put the Eleanor square at the reet. “Over with ye!” he shouted to old Nels. “Over and make the sand spit—ye can wade it Just then she struck, came free, struck again with a rending smash and stayed where she was. Bowery |leaned forward and threw the engine into neutral, then came up and grip- ped the arm of Nels. “Over. or Il | throw ye!" he roared. Nels scrambled. outboard and with | his weight gone the boat lifted. Bow | ery threw in the clutch and she began | to forge ahead though she was tak- |ing in water fast ‘from the crash. | Nels gained his footing and scrambled {toward the spit of sand, and the | boat slid off into deep water and headed out into the channel welter. Straight south across the bow of the Icelander's boat Bowery held her, | while the waves thundered down, and broke over her with every crashing impact of the bow. Bowery hung a tarpaulin over the engine. “Better man than I am, hey?” he velled, “Prove it, ye yellow-haired devil!" The larger boat drove straight for him while he still headed down across | her bow. The only opening aboard her was aft, where Glsll Gislison sat at the tiller. * ok * x HE two boats held steady, un- swerving, while up before Bow- the whirl of the flywheel churned up the rising water. The larger craft hurled down at him, and suddenly above her box appeared the yellow | hair of Gislison, he standing with foot on tiller and looking ahead with the fce-cold eyes of him, since from below he could not see under her bow. Not forty feet of water held the two boats apart, and the Ice- Iander's oraft was headed to strike the Eleanor fair amidships, for Gis- lison would give no warning of his intent. Then, holding his upper body un- moving, Bowery slid out his foot | through the sloshing water, and when his toes touched the clutch lever, he shoved with all the strength in him. That reversed the engine checking the*boat's speed and pulling her back, {and at the same instant Gislison swung tiller with his foot to strike the Eleanor astern and send Bow- ery under with her. | At that play the Icelander lost. The | Eleanor seemed to jump backward | under his very eves, then the bow of | his boat rose above her on a sea and | came down upon her gunnel, and the | open boat rolled with the crash, but drove her engine into the bow of the other and ripped the planks out. Bowery Gallegher. was not under that bow as the Icelander wanted him, for the orash came forward of his seat, and he was in the air and leapgng for the bow space of the larger boat, forward of her house. Bowery hauled himself over the rail, and looked up to see the Ic lander whirling at him, with foot up- raised. He took the kick, for he had to, and came to his feet with hurt ribs and a fist flung out, a moment the two men stood in that little space of deck and swung at éach other, while the boat drifted about In the trough of the sea and rolled under their feet, the bow slowly going down into the water. “Better man than I am, hey?’ said Bowery, and laughed as he struck. “Prove it, then! > A wave burst ever their feet and legs. Startfed by that, the Icelander flng up his head, and a flerce look came into his cold face as he saw they were going down, then he sick- ened Bowery with a eruel blow under the belt, turned, and went leaping toward the stern along the side of the box, and Bowery staggering after him with white lips. By now the rollars were bursting clean over the bow of the craft, and in her lee floated_the scattered life belts from the ‘Eleanor, as Bowery had figured Xhen b;‘.l.!lllll. them, - v ery rose a veil of driving mist as| ISLISON disappeared under the box and Bowery came at last to the opéning. There in front of him ‘was the Icelander and beyond the figure of Mary Boyle, stunned and motionlens. A net spread wide in his hands, Gislison came erect as he made to fiing the net over Bowery. The net | flew, but wide of the mark, for Bow- | ery let himself go feey first beneath | it and kicked the Icelander's legs| himself falling | | from under him, soross the hot cylinders of the en- | gine until nis ribs were seared with | the heat and he jerked himself clear. Barely in time was the Jerk, for | Gisitson was erect and whirling on [ nim, but Bowerv kicked the feet from | under the man once more and sent | him sprawling across the tubs of| nets and the long coils of line with the bloater hooks. In that instant Bowery caught at Mary, lifting her with one arm, and scrambled back to the rising stern of the boat. What happened after that he was not sure, for around them swelled a black tide of water. But as he went he thought of the Icelander down below—and a laugh was on the lips of him. The Danes’ boat came up and they pulled Bowery out of the water with Mary in his arms and =& life belt | clenched in his fingers, and, letting the boat drift, they rolled the water out of the two. ‘Bowery was the first to come around and he swung him- his two feet. “What are ye Waitin’ for?" he said to the boys. | With BY KARL K. KITCHEN. HE fact that Miss Grace Has- kins is the youngest pro- { ducer of motion pictures In the world is not particularly {significant. When any one is noted elther for extreme youth or extreme age usually that is about all there is to recommend. | But Miss Grace Haskins, age twen- | ty-five, late of Springfield, Mo., is in- teresting because she has succeed- ed in making a successful picture against the most overwhelming odds. “Just Like a Woman,” Miss Has- | kin's first production (for she is & ready started on a second), was be | gun last summer with a bankroll of |$600. It cost 330,000 before it was finished, but Miss Haskins recently |arranged to have it distributed by | the Hodkinson Corporation on a 65-35 | basis—the larger percentage going | to Miss Haskins. It carries the f dorsement ‘of “A Hodkinson Pictur as well as the line “A Grace Haskins Production,” which, of courss, means nothing as yet to the theater-going public. { And it has a good cast. Margue- |rite de la Motte is “featured.” And such favorites as George Fawcett and Robert Graves are in the company. | However, the really interesting thing about this picture is the story —never before told—of how it was made. Miss Haskins, who was in New York a tew weeks ago arranging for its first showing, told me the story over the luncheon table at the Hotel Astor. So it is authentic. “I had an {dea that'I could make a plcturé while I was employed In the personnel department of the Los An- goles Shipbuilding Company,” said person of the “business woman type.” “I told Harry Chandler—the pub- lisher of the Los Angeles Times— about my idea, but he didn't want to get mixed up In the movie game. So { With only $500 I set out to make the picture myself. I had written the ‘about the actual making of & plcture | than any outsider. There were many actors out of work last summer and I succeeded in getting them to waive their salaries until I got some money —which I hoped to do after I had part of the picture made. By renting sets that had Deen used for other productions and using promises in- stead of cash for salaries I was able to make quite a start on my picture. When I got it half completed—and I worked from midnight fo- several weeks doing it, for I was my own director, continuity writer, property man, wardrobe mis- tress, technical and art director and treasurer—1I succeeded in getting Mr. Chandler to loan me some money. This enabled me to keep on, but some of my actors, knowing that 1 was | hard pressed for cash, demanded that I sign over part of the plcture to them in lieu of salaries, and 1 had to contend with sudden strikes, sabot- age and many other annoyances. “Just before I finished the plcture the owner of & high-powered car that 1 had rented at $25 & day to use In the film demanded $100 a day on the threat of driving off With it, and”if T hadn’t had a revolver handy. he would have done 50. As attempts had been made to steal the completd negatives, I had applied for permission to have a revolver on the “lot” where we were making the picture, and it was only by threatening to use it that I was able to protect my rights. T told the [ | 1 driver that as I had rented the auto- | mobile for $25 a day for a stipulated period, if he attempted to drive off with it I would shoot him. And need- less to say he lived up to his contract. “After no end of delays and strug- gles I succeeded in completing the picture. I was head over heels in debt, for I had to borrow more money from Mr. Chandler to pay my camera men, electricians and such workers as could not be put off. And I also had to pay for, making the necessary prints, If I hadn't been able to con- vince Mr. Hodkinson that my picture was & good picture, T would have been bankrupt. But I 8id. He told me it looked like a $100,000 picture— meaning & plcture that looked as if $100,000 had been spent on it. When I told him it hadn't cost $30,000 he was dumfounded. “It will take a year or more before 1 get $100,000 out of ‘Just Like a Woman,” but that much is assured, and it the picture is & hit I'll make twice that sym—which won't be bad for a girl, especially. for her first year in busines®” self over, coughing. until he stood on | Miss Haskins, who {s a slender little | | scenario myself, but knew no more | early morning until | “For the Icelander,” squinting at him, ‘With that Bowery thought of the man down below and the Hoater hooks and the lacy nets spreading out with the water. So he caught up the coiled line that was by hin and over the side he went, a laugh | on his lips as'he vanished. Mad the boys thougit him, and lou: they cursed as the boat drifted 1 the fog and mist and the waves drove them. Then Bowery was up zgain and reaching for the gunnel. wne dragged him in, and he 5o exhausteu that he could only grin at them anc jerk his hand at the line. They pulled 1t in and there was a hea weight on the end. and that sam. was Gisll Glmuas. A full half-hour it was before tney brought the Toelander round. Bow - ery rose and looked down at Mary and saw the flush on her ochee Then he looked at the boys and his eyes twinkled. sald Pete. “Oft wid ye!" says he. “Turn he: | over. We'll piok up Nels and go back | for them chickens, not to mentlon warm fire and a cup o' hot coffes and |a bed for Gisli Gislison. Glory be | its & fine day!" The boys stared at him. Gallegher!” said Ole. | “Sure!” A great laugh bubbled on | the 1ips of Bowery. “Sure! The Beaver Island Gallaghers are all crazy! Let's go. I told the priest I'd | be taking the pledge tonight and T' not keep him waiting.” (Cepyright, 1923, “Crazy $500. Pictures are only of Miss Haskins' interests. She has bought & lot on Hollywood boulevard om | shoestring and is promoting the erec | tion of a six-story apartment house on it. | And don't forget Miss Haskins | only twenty-five 1 oue i Making Waves to Order. | T appears that “all kinds of wav {4 are now made to order, and tha one can order any one of a half doze: varieties of waves, produced by odd-looking bit of machinery vised for the purpose | Some of the six or seven varietie |of waves are: The gentle, rolli | billows: the short, choppy kind: the | white-cap variety and big ones re taemb]lng the oc waves. Bach « | these, it is reported. can be manufa tured at will merely by manipulatine | the four plungers of the machine | aifterent ways. For instance, i you want the long. rolling billows all yo! have to do is to cause the four plung ers to work in unison. They plungc into the water all at once and caus: | the big swells. 1t the short. chopn |wave Is wanted, the plungers ar | worked independently of each other Two up and two down gives th white-cap sort. This curious machinery, whic makes perfect waves, was inventc: to convert placid lakes at summer | sorts into lakes with real live wav and make bathers think they were enjoying a real Atlantic or Pacifi surf—at least whilc the machinery was working, for o: soon as the elec tric motor is stojmcd. the water r¢ sumes Its placidit It appears that th.sc waves can L made all day long for thousands o bathers and at comparatively lttl expense. It is said that.a dollar « day 18 the cost of operating the elec tric motor that drives the machine Burning Diamonds. T is said that the process of resto ing defective . .uionds is almos a lost art, but a rocent traveler in the diamond fields sav. the cperation pe: formed by an old quaintance who scemed pleased tc show his skill. The process is callec burning and in Brazil is carried ou as follows: A small crucible is placed on the blacksmith's hearth, and when it i: cherry red the flawed or lusterless diamonds are dropped into it with a spoon. Charcoal {5 then heaped around it, and & blast is maintained until a welding heat has been reached. That stage requires about three minutes. The crucible is then taken from the fire, and tho contents are removed and examined. The dia monds are immediately replaced in the crucible, and the heat is main- tained a minute and a half longer Finally, the crucible is again takeu from the fire, and, after a teaspoon- ful of potassium nitrate has heen thrown into it, it is well shaken. A® £oon as the vapor has dispersed. the diumonds are scraped out singly and | allowed to fall into a basin of water | The loss in weight is sald to he a Mttle over 8 per cent, but the Increase in value 1s nearly 100 per cent | : | Magnetic Alloys. T is generally understood that the only substances that are magnetic or may be magnetized, are a certain patural magnet, called lodestone, and iron. THere are certain mangenese alloys, however, which are magnetic called the Hesuler alloys. so named after their discovery, Dr. Heusler, They are composed of copper, man ganese and aluminum and are re markable for the fact that in certain proportions they are magnetic, al though the component metals are not magnetic. Dr. Heusler made the dis covery by mccident. He was turning a metal alloy containing manganese in a lathe, when he noticed that the turnings adhered to the tool. Ripening Walnuts. AN interesting application of cen tral service has been msede in the California walnut country. The ripen- ing of the nuts is artificlally accelerated by placing the green nuts in- trays, ar- ranged in cabinets, beneath which are electrically heated grids. Alr is blown through the heated grids at low speed and warmed and thoroughly drled ba- fore passing over the wainuts, and it is possible by this means to accomplish in twenty-four-hours & drying process that usually took from a week to ten days, according to weather, under old condi- tions. y What One Girl Did - ) A man of his ac-, s ‘ A