The Detroit times., 1915-12-10

fords lie - proving I'D De as ihteF
esting as is the famous screen fav'
orite herself. Thousands OF her ar
dent admirers are, following with
delight the account Of the 100000
stars romance with Owen Moore
and the anecdotes from her unusual
career. as told IN the current num-
Der OF Photoplay Magazine.
Following is an extract from this
fascinating account written by
Julian Johnson:
Mary Pickfcrd was first an "ex-
ira" She was a prompt, obedient,
uncomplaining and OH time extra
day after day
Mary's account OF her first cam
era work. as terror and night
mare, is droll.
'It was particularly awful to make
love TO my play sweetheart she
AYERS: mot because was afraid OF
him, especially. but because the
CAMERA confused and frightened me,
the empty studio and the mechanic
ally silent camera man embar-
raised me, and 7 held back, and
trembled, urtil the director shout
ed: For heavens sake, do you
love this man, or hate him? Put
your arms around him, and let him
put his arms around you!"
This man" was Owen Moore, who
is now Little Mary's" husband.
Miss Pickford was an artist In
the very beginning of her picture
career. and never played part.
however small. that she did not
take seYiously-how seriously was
revealed when fellow.player. show
Ing her magazine in which some
half-clad natives OF the South seas
were shown looking at her pictures,
remarked lightly: You see your
social circle ls millions big" Mary
stared awhile into infnity. and then
answered softly: "That thought IL
so big that It frightens me-"
At least one biograph reminis-
cence illustrates her depth of re-
gard for "a casual acquaintance.
1t was after she had attained sue
cess. A girl OF about her own age,
given her first chance rs an extra
in a mob scene, was ready TO go on
when word was brought that she
must return at once TO the bedside
of an ailing mother for whose sake
she was making desperate endeav-
ors to earn five dollars day. The
message meant not only that her
mother had suffered turn for the
worse; IL meant that Just so much
greater would be the need of five
dollars that day--and. too. that
there would be none
As the girl went out. furtively
dabbing her eyes, someone touched
her shoulder. She turned around
10 face Mary Pickford. Don't cry"
whispered Mary 60 home smil-
ing, for your mothers sake. and
your five dollars will be here tomor-
row" The girl stared In noncom-
prehension. Come back Just a
minute" whispered the little Pick
ford, more gently. land leave your
costume and your makeup in my
room"
The mob scene was "called," the
super responded to her name. and
very few knew that under the black
wig and within the bright Neapoli
tan colors stood the sotto-voce
Queen OF the Movies.
In striking contrast WIS her at
titude toward her own serious i'll
ness, which overlook her at Beech
nurst, Long Island, and which
threatened her life.
No one said anything when Mary
departed for the hospital. 1t was
terribly funereal, and furtive tears
were beginning TO flow In suScepti-
BILE quarters when Miss MacDowell
cried, In voice that was a sort OF
hysterical little shout: For heav.
ems sake, dear. hold on to your
sense OF humor!"
We'll. you bet no surgeon is go
ing to cut that out" shot back the
sick child, with such promptness
that they all laughed. and the little
patient sent up the silvery ghost OF
chortle herself. Contemporary his
tory renders it quite unnecessary
to add that she returned alive and
well.
When Mary came TO Biograph
10 there was already In the
company the young man destined
10 be the winning contestant Of the