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Mr Pilkington contemplated Miss Pickford, and agreed again. He instanced other stars lesser luminaries, perhaps, but each with her thousands a week. There was no doubt about it a girl's best friend was the movies.
Mary Pickford in particular has been stimulated to be over-athletic, and in all her career she has been given just one chance to be her more delicate self, and that was in the almost forgotten film: A Romance of the Redwoods. This is one of the serious commercial attempts that should be revived and studied, in spite of its crudities of plot, by our Art Museums.
"I want to be a successful sensation in the movies," she announced. "I hear that Mary Pickford makes a million dollars annually." "You could, you know," said Bloeckman. "I think you'd film very well." "Would you let me, Anthony? If I only play unsophisticated roles?"
He was very fond of pets; he had a dear little squirrel, just like mine, nurse, a flying squirrel, which he had made so tame that it slept in his bosom and lived in his pocket, where he kept nuts and acorns and apples for it to eat; and he had a racoon too, nurse only think, a real racoon! and Major Pickford told me something so droll about the racoon, only I want first to go on with the story about the beaver."
Comes up to Jack and nods. 'Name of Withers? he says. 'That's me, says old Jack. 'Thought so, he says. 'Telegram for you. Jack takes it, opens it, goes all white. 'Good God! he says; 'good God Almighty! My wife's dead! She'd been knocked down by a Pickford that morning, sure as a gun. What do you think of that for a start?
Major Pickford laughed when I said so; but he promised to get me a live fawn. Nurse, what is a fawn?" "It is a young deer, my lady." "Nurse, please can you tell me anything about fawns? Are they pretty creatures, and can they be tamed; or are they fierce, wild little things?"
I am informed that the young desperado who murdered my Lord of Pickford in the forest below Clayton June 29, escaping, although badly wounded, is lying at the country-seat of the Baroness de Ferre, a Frenchwoman, at Leraysville, Jefferson County, New York. It would gratify me if you could accomplish one or both captures. With respect, I am,
Just at that moment she sauntered past us with a reddish-haired young man. Mr. Bell ignored her, although I saw her try to catch his eye. "That's the moving-picture man with her," he said in a low, violent tone when they had passed. "Name's Oliver." He groaned. "He's told her she ought to go in for the business. She'd be a second Mary Pickford! I'd like to kill him!" He rose savagely and left us.
But Owen said that all that was necessary was a Pickford van, and that if he would say "Yes," the van and a competent staff of packers would be at Dulwich in the morning, and would take all further trouble off his hands. The question was debated. Mr.
But suddenly the film ended and the announcements for the next week began to flash on the screen. "We must go to that, sure!" said Jimmie, nudging Jane, as the Mary Pickford announcement was put on. There followed further particulars and an address and the showing stayed on the screen for a full minute.
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