Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-05-23
Their Married Life
By MABEL HERBERT URNER

| tilleries and 'feuds.' Wonder how
they'll work in the horses. Must
have been pretty hard blow to those
Western chaps when the public got
tired of watching 'em ride
They did work in the horses, in a
thrilling ambush scene. and Helen
clutched Warren's arm as horse was
shot down with his rider.
"Oh, that's brutal 1t oughtn't TO
be allowed" in an indigant whisper.
How DARE they shoot horses Just
to make pictures?"
Now just simmer down-that's a
, trick horse.'
The opening scene Of the next film
was laid in an office, with an i'm
pressive array of typewriters, letter
| files and safes. The plot then broad
ened out.
Dear, he's rather good He's very
natural don't you think?" as the
man dictated letter to his stenog-
rapher.
Fair. Girls not bad either. but
she can't fake her typewriting. Too
many leaders," as another caption was
flashed on. why don't they let the
pictures tell the story?"
And the workings Sc stilted-'Carl
Griscom is a Suitor for the Hand of
Ruth read Helen. why not Carl
Wants to Marry Ruth that's sim
pier"
That's good photography" de-
clared Warren. Good lighting up
act" as a butler entered a darkened
room and turned up the light.
A well-taken picture always ap-
pealed to Warren. He was a good
amateur photographer, and was quick
TO appreciate any special effects in
focus and lighting.
Amt that the same man we saw
in that feature film last night?"
asked a woman's voice behind them.
Yes; and he's got on that same
fur overcoat"
Helen looked at the fur-lned coat
which the man threw to the butler
with lordly air, and wondered in
now many pictures 1t had served.
The next scene showed Ruth. weak
from lack of food. falling in the snow,
and being driven over by the sleigh
OF her former employer.
"Oh, how could they get that?" for
the picture showed Ruth falling,
showed the sleigh passing over her
arms, and then her efforts to arise.
Substituted a dummy when the
sleigh ran over her. Didn't YOU see
that slight hitch? Clever work, too"
approved Warren.
Then came the announcement of
the spectacular feature-"The Viper's
Fangs."
We'll pass that up" Warren arose.
Guess we've had our ten cents
Worth--come on"
Helen pinned on her hat and they
made their way out
pretty good show" as he paused
in the lobby to button his coat.
And some of those films were very
expensive" reflected Helen.
THE photography and the settings
were all fine"
Helen took his arm impulsively.
Dear, everybodys writing scenarios
why shouldn't we try?"
Warren shifted.
An Idea
We'll, we could write better stories
than we've seen tonight"
That wouldn't be doing a whole
lot"
"Oh, If we could only write some
REAL stories," persisted Helen. Not
spectacular films, but stories of every
day life. A young couple starting
housekeeping, for instance. Show
them renting their apartment, buying
furniture, fixing it up-all the little
domestic incidents. Wouldn't that be
interesting?"
"Um-um, but where's your story?"
"Oh, / haven't thought it out, but
I'm sure a story COULD be worked
out along those lines"
IT'S not what the people want. The
thrillers, the blood thunder, gen
eral hullabaloo dope-thats what
they're after"
Dear, l don't believe it is! don't
believe it's what the people want. I'm
sure if somebody would write a series
of domestic stories that were REAL
oh, ! KNOW they'd made an appeal.
If only | could write them!" wistfuIlv,
well, since about nine tenths of
the populace are trying to write for
the movies, l guess the companies
can worry along without your contri-
buttons"
Yet all the way home in the subway
Helen's mind was filled with vague il
lusiVe ideas, which she felt held allur-
ing possibilities of fame and fortune,
if they could only be crystallized into
moving pictures.