Evening Star Newspaper, October 4, 1936, Page 93

October 4, 1936 / « 1 A “Meanie” Everyone Loves Continved from page five play. She's a brat and Jane isn't — but Jane can act.’ The next morning Mrs. Withers and her daughter called on James Ryan, who was interviewing youngsters for Mr. Butler. Satisfied, Mr. Ryan sent Jane to Mr. Butler. The director re- quested her to ‘“‘stand by.”’ The words are strangely ominous in film circles. One might *‘stand by” for weeks, while another got the role. She returned to the casting director. He asked for the verdict. *‘He told me to stand by. I've been doing that with Jane for two years now and I can't get a chance to show what she can do.” Betore her mother could say more, Jane asked Mr. Ryan if he would like to see her impersonations. “There was nothing else to do,” Mr. Ryan told me later. “I said, After hearing her — ““Does Mr. Butler know about these?’ He took her to the director. She went through several impersonations. Butler’s staff was called in. Again Jane did imper- sonations. Then Butler, facetiously, asked the child if she could imitate a machine gun. ““You mean like this?"’ She did the imitation perfectly. Amazed, Butler exclaimed, her right away.”” When ‘‘Bright Eyes” was released critics hailed her as a new child sen- sation. She appeared with Janet Gaynor in ““The Farmer Takes A Wife,” then followed with the title role in “Ginger.” Her first starring role was ‘“This Is the Life,”” which she unconsciously titled by exclaiming the words all through the making of the film. Jane epitomizes American child- hood. She is fond of people. She is at present being starred with Irvin Cobb, who is now an actor. The kindly humorist says of her, ““If Jane Withers is asample of what a movie career does for children, a law should be passed forcing all youngsters to have such experience. I have yet to' know a sweeter, more well-bred, gentle, con- siderate and wholly natural little girl. I first met her when I visited Will Rogers. My granddaughter insisted on dragging me to the next set to see Jane.” In Hollywood less than five years, Jane has been a star in seven films. She has a stage in her home, ‘‘with a curtain that comes down.” Her father is now with her. “‘Sign Scent Continved from poge two appreciate the importance and mir- aculous delicacy of scent among wild animals. And the same thing applies to domestic stock. A female animal will not as a rule mother any young but her own. A mother bear that finds orphan cubs will mother and rear them as her own when she already has a brood. But she never assumes the care of a living mother’s cubs. When sheep or stock men have a female whose young one dies, and also an orphan which they want raised, they skin the dead young one and stretch the skin over the orphan. The scents will be conflicting, but there will be enough of the original young to lure the mother to the orphan. When she becomes accustomed to the orphan’s scent the skin is removed. Animals are able to discern by scent when a female is approaching the time of motherhood. They are by nature very considerate of pregnancy — even among humans — and at so early a time that doctors might not then be sure. This consideration for the un- born is especially noticeable among horses, both wild and domesticated. Years ago there was a wild horse, a coal-black stallion, that roamed the mountains of northern Arizona. I saw him several times before he was cap- tured. After his capture, the breaking of him — without breaking his spirit, too — was a problem. We were soon convinced that he was an unusual in- dividual, possessing far more than just plain horse sense. Only three of our eight men could handle him at all. For ten days he refused both food and water, spending most of his time gazing off at the mountains. Every now and then he would nicker, and sometimes his wild herd would . answer. That homesick wild stallion was rapidly getting on everybody’s nerves, and had he con- tinued to grieve another day or so I'm sure some one would have slipped out to the corral under cover of dark- ness, let down the bars and given him his freedom. But all at once he made up with a cowboy’s wife. It was she who in- duced him to drink and eat. With her help we rode him, but always inside that fifteen-foot-high breaking corral. Edith rode him and taught him to rein. The horse was not mean or vicious with any one he would tolerate, But there were some men he hated the instant he got their scent. He crushed the muscles of one man's shoulder and bit anothér on the arm, quickly acquiring the reputation of being a man-killer. But he never killed anyone, and Edith rode him everywhere. She always had cookies, candy or salt for him, and the man did not live who could lead that horse away from her while they were having their little love feast. He would nose her affectionately, and she would rub and pat him in return. Edith was a real cowgirl as well as a charming woman. She could ride and rope with the best of men. In her hands the wild stallion became as quick and swift as the wind. But all at once the horse seemed to lose his stride. He refused to be in a hurry when Edith rode him, yet he was still greased lightning when the men rode him. The wild horse knew the truth. Edith was to become a mother. He sensed it long before any of us did, and was doing his duty. As time went on Edith rode less. Winter came and a deep blanket of snow covered the high country. All roads were blocked, and but one trail was kept open between the ranch and town, a distance of five and a half miles. About forty-five days ahead of time, the doctor ordered Edith to the hospital. She had to ride a horse to get there, and would ride no other than the stallion, though he had been used very little that winter and was not shod. There had been a slight thaw on the sunny side of the mountain. Water had filled the trail — water that had frozen again and was covered with snow. The horse could not have cov- ered that trail barefooted without slipping. He did slip, with Edith on his back. But instead of struggling to keep his feet he lay down as gently as he could. Edith got off. The horse floundered about until off the ice; then he got up and went straight to the girl and nosed her. Her husband helped her back into the saddle, and she rode into town without further mishap. I saw that with my own eyes. The question is, did that horse deliberately lie down because he was afraid he would injure the girl? And did he go and smell of her to see if she’d been hurt? I believe he did. I can see no other explanation of those actions. We took the horse back to the ranch, but he missed Edith. We did everything she ever did — and more — to please him, but he continued to nicker and grieve for her. The baby, a boy, was born; mean- while, we had shod the stallion. When the order came at last that Edith could come home, we had the stallion waiting at the hospital door. While her things were being packed, Edith came out to see her horse, and as usual had something for him. He ate the cookies and kept smelling about THIS WEEK her. We tried to lead him off to where the other horses were waiting — and back went those little ears in a danger signal. The doctor stood on the hospital steps admiring the horse and observ- ing his attentions to Edith. We thought the stallion merely wished to prolong his stay. But there seemed to be something else. The stallion wasn’t satisfied. He had the unmistakable air of one disappointed or impatient. Edith finally turned to the doctor. “Do you suppose he knows there’s a baby?"’ “I wish I knew just how much that horse does know,”’ the doctor replied. Tra Straight, three-lane stretches of road often prove to be modern deathtraps. 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