Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-10-20

eral houses in the same city. But she of
the piercing eyes was not assuaged.
Huh, she snorted. IF that's the case
it's pity you. being downtown and all
that wouldn't get 'em first. You've GER
tainly gotten your last nickel from me-
And she f1ounced off.
Milady of the glass house watched her
With half smile. Now what have I
got to do with all that she inquired of
no one in particular. II don't rent the
films
But, say her face frightened into a
smile. did YOU notice that she wore a
wedding ring? Gee but I'D hate to he
her husband"
Another great sorrow in the' life of
milady of the moving pictures is class-
fled by her by the unloveIy but express
sive term ''deadhead.'
There are many types of these dead
heads and no cashier. however wise and
experienced she may be, knows them all
for some one is continually springng
some method of getting in. or, rath-
er, trying to get in to the show with
out paying. And sometimes the scheme
works, not because miady is fooled. but
merely because she is so astonnded at
the nerve Of the person working it that
she allows him or her to enter al token
of her doubtful admiration.
Probably one of the most common types
of deadheads is the young man or young
woman who wants to see the proprietor
of the parlors.
I'm personal friend Of his" they
will assure milady. He told me to come
right in whenever I wanted to see him
and | only want to speak to him 1no-
ment- don't care anything about seeing
the show Why. if you think that, III
J-nrr ,ta1y4 ~
Time was when this statement was ac-
cepted al it's worth. and the person waved
gracefully inside" But now not. Instead
when the person prctends to become of
Tended and offers to pay the nickel
milady smiles sweetly and agrees that
might be "a splendid thing to do. Then.
she will add, when you come out with
the proprietor. and he tells me it's all
all right, 1 can give you your money
back Very few nickels ever have to be
Personal friends Of the cashier herself al
go annoy her constantly Sonnet mes" said
one of them. in discussing her troubles
Il wish l didn't know soul in the city.
l go out and meet girl-and tell her
where l work. And a day or so after
ward she comes here. talks to me
while and then wants me to pass her in.
When l tell her | can't do it she usually
becomes highly indignant maybe she
even shows me she doesn't believe me-
Funny. thought makes business for the
house. because usually they get mad and
buy ticket. ] guess they do it just to
show me they've got the money. Maybe
they think they're spiting by doing it,
Still another type. familiar to every
moving picture cashier, is the person who
is looking for some one who is inside the
theater Invariably this type is in such
a hurry that they cannot possibly wait
until the performance is over invariably
they want to go inside, find the friend and
speak to him or her just moment. and
Invariably they have deep-rooted OBJ
lection to paying for the privilege As
In other instances. this scheme used to
work, especially where the person was
Well dressed, and of good appearance
But the cashiers found to their sorrow
that for all the fact that such persons
looked honest. and vowed and declared
they wanted to speak only a few words
on most pressing business, they rarely
came out until the performance was over.
Also it gradually dawned on the cashiers
that persons with business to transact of
so pressing nature that it would NOT
allow of few moments to wait ought
to be willing to spend cents to consum
mate it, So nowadays. the business, be
1t ever so pressing, must wait-or the per-
son must pay.
There used to be certain moving pic-
ture fiend--that's what the cashiers call
some of their patrons-who was known
almost to every parlor in the city. He
was Il prize deadhead, with novel
scheme all his own. He worked that
scheme successfully for weeks, taking i'm
show after show without paying Then
he tried his game once too often--and he
hasn't been seen around a moving pic
ture parlor since.
his mans scheme was simplicity itself.
He was always well dressed, we'll mas
saged and looking the picture of pros
pcrity. Also, he never ATTEMPTED anything
crude an attempt to talk his way
inside. Instead he would approach the
window of milady of the glass house. and
search through his trousers pockets.
'Fshaw." he would murmur good-na-
turedly, rot penny in change. Too
bad. I'm afraid ri have to give you n
bill. Whereupon he would reach in his
inside coat pocket. pull forth wallet
open 1t. and draw forth crisp fifty-dol-
lar bill.
Sorry" he would murmur apologetic-