The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 22, 1922, Page 11

OT & Lowe dooh Rem RPOEN HERE TODAY of Amtions had d AURENEY on” said Mr Lane equabiy——“Tommy's all right he knows what he's @ An you got to do ix let Tom Shannon Glone and he'll ring the gong every shot.” “But tf that's the case, why did Mr. Laughlin take so much trouble te show hint" “Well, you see, It's this way,” Mr ined: “King’s all right, all right, but if Tom o the way King King starts to baw! Bim out, why, Tommy! just wetk @ff the lot. And then where are you? Gears invested in this proposition @iready. One of the first things « @irector’s got to learn in this game fe how to handle actors.” “1 see,” sai Lucinda thoughtfully “The way to handie an actor le to Wet him have bis own way.” “You got the b " Mr. Lane ap Proved without a sm! “But suppose,” she persieted- “suppose the leading man insists on Going something that doesn’t suit the part he's supposed to play? “That's easy. What's your com tinuity writer for? “I don’t know, Mr. Lane. You see, I don't even know what a continuity writer ts.” * “Why, he’s the bird who dopes out the continuity the director works from—you know, the scenes in a Picture, the way they come out on the screen: and all like that. Well, you get your continuity writer, of course, ‘ and have him make the change.” ' ig “You mean you change the story ‘to please the actor?” “Sure: it's the only thing to do | j lars bung up in a picture.” You can't fimieh your picture with | ut your leading man, can you? And/ there's maybe a hundred thousand) Scene One, Scene Two, | fom, acoepls an invitation to visit the by om & motion pleture company tn Callfornia, = York. fhe the director, and T wits THR sToRY + “But doesn't that frequently spoil | the stery?* “Oh, what's a story™ Mr, Lane argued reasonably, “People don't go to #00 & story when they take in an Alma Daley picture, They go be cause they know they get their money's worth when they see a Ben | Culp production that's taken from lsome big Broadway success and couts a hundred and fifty or maybe two hundred thousand dollars. But | prinetp'ly, of course, they go to see Alma Daley, because she's the most pop’lar actress on the screen, and makes more money than Mary Pick ford.” There was a endiden detuging of the net with w t of a weird viok | erent al troughs overhead and beating in hortsontally from the | metal stands or screens, which were | now seen to be banks of moandes cent tubes burning with @ blinding glare. | Nor was (hin all: shafts and floods of light of normal hue were likewine alling from _| trained upon the scene from a dozen different points, until the blended rays lent almost lifelike coloring to | the faces of the actors, whose make up had theretofore seemed ghastly and unnatural to uninitiated eyes. “Camera™ ‘The command came from King Laughlin. Lucinda could just hear « | muffled clicking. Coached by Mr. Laughlin, who danced nervously upon the side | Unes, the scene was enacted. “Now, Tommy, come on-«lowty— holt the door—-look around, sure the room ts empty—hold 1 now shut the door—up to the table— don’t forget where to put your ha ‘aright, splendid! Now you look # |the other door—listen—show me ‘when you got maybe a hundred and | that you don't hear anything—qoed' | dance and bark fifty or two hundred thousand dob | Open the drawer—easy now, remem. |and leading man ber you're trying not to make a MOUNT Seeesevevevsocovooeror You to Color se eeeecceccccvcce e. By Hal Cochran (Coprrteht, 1922, by The Seattle mart PTTTIT Itt VERNON ¥ ‘ be . % ee Fe ; ADVENTURES | iE. | OF THE TWINS » 4 y Clive Berton - a MAGIC POWDER KEEPS TWINS WARM ON BLEAK MOON é Mr. Peerabout, the Man-tn-the-j “That feel bette asked the | Moon Man. Moon, shook some of his magic pow- derfnl ruby shaker and said some words like this: der over the Twins out of his won-! ‘Oh, much better, thank yon," / nodded Nancy, who was beginning to like the queer, ragged old fellow and hi |turned around queer ways of getting things “st poney, mooney, shiver and mnoeze, | Up here on the moon you'll surely freeze; Now, fic charm, Nancy and Nick both nice and warm.” ury powder, work your Keep Inst and a ni spread ntly the cold left their bones e, warm glow seemed to | thru them 'CASTORIA For Infants and Children In USE FOR OVER 30 YEARS Bignature o "4 Ly BO 1221-Third Ave COR UNIVERSITY: | “And now,” sald Mr. | putting his shaker away and sitting town himself, “won't yourselve p the Fa to help me? hear about me and the moon-peopl | tirwt 7” | h, teamed ¥ Qui Or would yee, sirt Nick, who was dying | Peerabout, | * If you please, art | YT -A-TA si ONE -"TWO - T one - TWO- HIGHER! HIGHER! ONE-TWO - oe) on | Cs Noilse—look you can't find them can they be! That hear a noise off shut the drawer your hat late’ come on! You don't see him, OUR BOARDING HOUSE LIFT HIGHER! ‘OOF =) GOSH= UAT RECORD IS CucKoo= I CAN'T LET MY TROTTERS ANY HIGHER UNLESS IT STAND ON MY HEAD © —— IBUSTER BUYS A “REDUCI (Ready, Alma! art to pick up Come on Alma ook out of the window and sigh PAGE 11 BY STANLEY THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN pA ae eo “PUT SOME SNAP IN | tre I KNEW A MICK GUY WHO Gor A SET OF “THOSE REDUCING SQUAWKS, AN’ IN A MONTH HE WAS SO “THIN HE HAD To STUFF COTTON | IN His VESOT l a - NO WONDER -You'LL * HAVE ‘TO DETOUR ‘EM AROUND "THAT BAY WINDOW OF YOURS* “| \F L HAD LEGS LIKE ~~ | Nou BUS, I'D SET 'EM UNDER A POOL TABLE= MAYBE Y'HAVE 1d USE \ ATHIN NEEDLE on THOSE FAT RECORDS Fine LATING TOBACCO? _ a a = Kh .% a Ss as SINCE “THE NEW HAT TRIMMER CAME TO “TOWN ‘THERES BEEN SEVERAL FIGHTS TO SEE WHO SWEEPS OFF THE WALK JN. FRONT OF PRISCILLA BLEES STYLE SHOP. NG RECORD =——- That Dime Was a Cinch MOTHER, GIVE ME A DIME, WiLL you et's see you sigh, Alma—beautifull YOU HAVE A KIND beautiful! Now, Tommy, you move HEART - HERE IS [} she sece you-se him, Alma A Dime! Slowly—-hold tt-—wenderful! Now all to him, Alma—Egbert! Egbert!!" | a \« | The little man's voice with the heart-rending us ery; bh nto that y's tra Now we'll at | behind Miss "Gooat ups The camera was bromeht and trained at short range on spot where Miss Daley bh. several stands of banked |i The actrem lay the camera once more bei and Mr woman thru fores of bis inxpired art. But now the passion which berore | had kept bit hopping and scream| |ing had paged into a subdued and! Laoghiin wes suffering for and with the heroine whose woes were to be projected be | fore the eyes and Into the hearts of © @id not actually rea were knotted plaintive phase; Mr. workd. h that wrung heart, and bis volce was thick with soba | “Now, dear, you're coming to—you just lift your head and look dazed pened yet, jyou are. Where am I, lwhere am I? That's ft Now it begins to come to you. off—O my my [has cast deserted you. ter jFinet Cry harder, dear cry harder, this scene will go all focey if you can't ery any harder ‘The flery creature who sprang to than that, Think what he , vith flashing eyes and you~and now he has left h was hardly to be knows?—perhaps forever! with the forlorn litle 3 only a few seconds since, ’ ad get this, the with fluent han , wa foe >—al draw it One of the Daley feet began to Most everybody does, 1 guess, he le fatter, face a little more J it—get @ Little heart-break | tap out the devil's tattoo, ahe set her has been in Seattle so long. Well,| wrinkled, eyes a little sleepler, into rms akimbo, her eyes were quick | - he told r 0 ne oth knew her the minute I saw A rangety enough be 414 mes |with baleful lightnings, her pretty|| Be %lé David a story the other ont he ae 1 woe lee ane te fuse « little of bis fine fer-| lips an ominous line; an ensemble day about a very old friend of his | her 1 thought wou WHATS THe | vor into the three that only too clearly foretold: At|| who didn’t weem to know him at| her a real thrill DCA IN TCARING, Thruout, on the floor before the| any minute, now! it att “ ‘Hello? I cried, ‘Hello, Betsy? | eamera, ¢ that cruel glare of| With smothered grunt, Mr. Culp| “David! Mr. Crosby snid,| How are yout MY AWNING ’ lights, Alma Daley strained her face! heaved out of his chair and tum |f * “Setay looked at dull Ss toward the lens and cried an if her|bered over to his wife, interporing Have you met many Indians} “Tetey looked at me ol r ci THAT Sh heart my surely break, real tears | his bulk between her and the uncon while you are out looking for ‘ou don't know me, do you am wn her tace—but erted object of her indienation.|{ fotka who remember early-day| 1 said, smiling blandly to think fine Judgment, never forgetting things?” how pleased she would be to see that woman must be lovely eve na be lovely even in No, David sald he hadn’t. He| how great a man I had become. woe WhiiqLocinda watched, a strange | th ¢ saluted her In Lane's pla This is Mrs. Druce my name, Ben Culp.” 1X Of a endden M cracked pathow he In. | ued to! ot the close forward wise were advanced and adjusted. in s broken heap jwith her face buried on her arms, to click King Laughlin, squatting by ite side, prepared to pull the young the scene by sheer) You don’t realize what's hap. you hardly know where God! beautiful edt he haw Fine—couidn’t be bet great, dear, simply great ery, let the bi well up » your bre and trick wn your cheeks, you must i to beat Ume mt a wtout mania & sanguine coun type, shrewd and he auld geniafy it? Culp’s Detey mitered |< the FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS He Took FRSCKLES-1 WANT YOU “~ ®D Go AND BUY SEVERAL Mom hie up, ing and weeping on An one who finds the resources: of her mother tongue inadequate, Miss Daley in silence fixed with a porten the back of King Laugh- all ignorant of the doom | hovering over hi on swaying alrily to and f smile and tr * tous stare lin, who, devoted hy WHAT IS FAME? eowtath Frank Crosby. © looked about the same, & You know Mr, at least pub h retort inaudible to rs, a tons of her head, and} stormy flight from the, knew lots of Indian stories, about) “Ugh? “witty Chief Seattle and old An: and lLesehi, and Tom, but only knew them from the stories Betsy grunted, line | he ber Frank Cr cheerfully, ‘Remember my brother?’ I waited smilingly, the pioneers told him. Betsy heki out her open hand. “I wonder if anybody ever told} «arity cents! was all she “A lot of kids, that’s | you abont old Betsy, Betsy lived | said. ake pitchers with, | er . , . to make pitehers with. |} over near Olympia when I was a I began to get worried. ‘Betsy, by? I eudden, . at's the sort of thing you're up| inst all a time in the fillum bust sighed Mr. Culp with a rueful grin. what we # cmc Prive! THAT'S) THE IDEA JL ~ | enriosity. “Things here seem to no #0 different from what they are | a of | her mentors void be | die of a she might ? on the earth. And Nancy and I are na moment of w all mixed up. Perhaps wou'd better | cor ting the | tell us all about it #0 we won't make | bathed in that withering blase mistakes while we are here.” cast te for her r r. Peerabout kled untf bis | direct ‘Then discovering th ong beard shook a the top of his| had, just like @ man! des bald head grew quite red. He winked |in her ¢ of trout wisely at the Magical Mushroom,| band, ow m m. who had come with the Twins and who was about to take his der }and go back to his duties on the } earth “Well, well, weft! you go back to the Fa ¢, Mr. Mushroom, pl ple to help ‘An ounce of 10 pounds of wisdom and these ch dren have enough for regiment, Besides I hy dom for ¢ lion years old story.” me. ene t9 seem to eer verybody, being half a m (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) arture Aren't. they wise, tho?’ cried their host. “When | #—~——-~.~—~~ ¥ Queen's a tell he she couldn't have sent bette better thar h wis Now I'll tell you my | ne M | CHAPTER XVI for r r me L lif ever we are to drag love to b © will have to ¢ ! if | pull together add self quoting, as wel of my mother's feminist potions and tn the mid _OUR FIRST YEAR, to spmak to Lontaine presented him to each of | lhle quests! and thas reminded of the | knew Betsy around there, just as all the Seattle boys and girls n! firwt me of their visit, which he |] knew Angeline. soomed to have forgotten altogether, | “We teased her and helped her she | Mr. ¢ lelayed long enough to eall and gave ber things and she was / 4 young man with the eye-| Mr Willing, and charged supervision of the proposed a real part of our lives, “Well, I moved away and for 20 yeurs--80 years, mind you, I | never saw the old woman. Then, (Continued Tomorrow) I] one day at the top of Nisqually as He audiences all a time kickin’ be | I urged, ‘etsy, you remember ause we don’t make ‘em better. . ‘| little kid, and I used hae Bee eo me, don't you? Sea I'm a big A lot of kida™ almost every day. Everybody! man, known all over the stato; people in Seattle think I'm a regu: | lar tyee.’ Remember nothing? Betsy grunted once more, and the hand continued to stay palm upward. ‘Gimme 60 conta! “My companion had a food laugh at me as the old Indian went on her way with all of mo that she cared about—the 60 cental” | Oe | Heft for most of us ‘That's aflty. ng |Men don’t take love #0.” While I paused, feeling for a satis. factory conclusion, Jeanne spoke: Life holds a lot of| “Pes means we girls vision love girts see only ona |@nd the lover too magnificently. We » about it, exalt |¢xaggerate, And when our prince every corner ef oar | turns out a common man we Baie Hill, I met her. marvels, Fut | “Ronny, deart It's love. ¥ we're nul ft mind sore! Wo blame him «| “Lintil tt rules everything we éo. | Yo're all like George Bradshaw's her | That's the eneient way. It's allur-|divoreed wife. First we endow a vod |ing. It's delightful for a while, Men |lover with wonders he hasn't got. ind my-|have wanted it for women. jAnd then we blame the husband be- our | “Rut it haan’t made women happyt | cause he Isn't what we thought him \And whee love fule—there’s nothing | Girls, we've just aa unfair to mop be perfect. as men are to us, Just as unfair. | ie be Reowe th Only in a different way!" “I'm not unfair to my husband,” protested Mary Smith, “And he would be the last to say sof Ronny giggled rudely, then gasped: without complaint.” you are really in love,” remarked Mary Smith, sweetly as always “Peg! Is Jack unfair to you?" Mary. I took up my “Never! ° and it seemed to “You only been married a! contradict m statement. I was month, You mean—not yet!" said | ot cues allowed t, to think Jeanne. “Jack and T never are going to be what you cail ‘disillusioned,’ " Tex plained, “We don’t expect love to bel thing more this month, ‘That Wedgewood! me not to buy it, net to charge any all of life, Jack doesn't pretend to was I to do, with six for luncheon? IT know he tsn’t Fam Onty odd cups, and there wasn't We've talked it least sense in buying more odd over. We plan to tolerate each other | cups which I would loathe, Jack had asked | have to And so, impulsively, T had stepped “That doesn't sounds to me as if|to the phone and had ordered six cups and saucers, and a salad bow! and six plates to match the Weds 1 already owned. It was #0 with my own charge account! And my own check book! Put I coukda’t help wishing Jkek knew about them, and that I didn’t “own up” that I had disro- wor easy, j warded bis first serious request as @ But what! husband. (fe Be Continued