The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-11-22

" particularly pulCnTltu0l-
nous young person has to strive for seven
hours and thirty minutes to explain why
an entire college OF ferocious sharks de-
clined to bite her when she leaped from
a burning yacht and sank down, down.,
down through the waters of
nassau In the Bahamas there must have
been extraordinary reasons for the story
not getting over until the walters at
Jacks began to stack chairs upon the
tables of the Battling Nelson Grill at
Z o'clock yesterday morning.
II was exactly IL 80 o'clock on Satur.
day night. with the Screen Ball Just
getting into Its stride at the Hotel Aston,
with the spotlight searching the floor
OF the grand ballroom for moving picture
actresses and actors whose faces are
better known perhaps to most people
from New York to California than the
face Of the President Of the United
States. that Jan Gail. star Of the Uni
versal Company. was moved to contrib
ute TO the phenomena OF ichthyoloyical
lore. and 1t was precisely Z :0l A. NJ.
yesterday that Miss Gall was able to
explain the singular feature of the Ia
hama sharks to take advantage OF a
remarkable opportunity. There certainly
were reasons.
The Veteran Juvenile speaks.
Hardly fewer han 1000 persons had
stepped through the great white. gold
hnrIaroI s,Ioas sh,, nl... a. ~
Astor's grand ballroom and its corridors
and cafes when Miss Gail remarked
quite casually hat It was perfectly pos
sible t. leap or be pushed from a dyna-
mite shattered yacht into shark infested
waters and yet return to land with the
usual number Of arms and legs.
Yes. yes. Miss Gall" cried Matt
Moore. the veteran juvenile yes, yes.
Go on. YOU story interests us"
We'll. with a perfectly heartlcss
director demanding that I register three
of the major emotions began Miss
Gail. and the Gamers man lcaping UP
and down. and the spark getting closer
and closer to the dynamite. l leaped.
And then l Jaw all about me the most
~frightful sharks. their little eyes per-
i'NNy "iNNVus aiiu ihsSSiA ~ "
lost. and all of a sudden
"Oh. look who's here" shouted old
Jack Fryer of Wall street and upper
Broadway. and the dozens of persons
grouped around Miss Gail turned. apollo
getically of course. to see what had
excited the venerable broker. and when
they observed that II was Daniel Froh-
man coming down the corridor with
Clara Kimball Young on one arm and
I DO tlfpa ErnIartpE an tho nj nv "a IA that
It was little Mary Iickford. with her
golden curls and pink and white face.
who tripped just behind. Miss Gail real
lied naturally hat the anecdote must he
postponed. The spotlight promptly lit
upon Mr.. Frohmsn and the girls. and
hundreds of persons perceived that Miss
Young. with her smoothly coiffed black
hair. her dark eyes and cameo face
THAI Miss Frederick. with her slender
smartness, and little Miss Pickford OF
' the golden curls were just az easy to look
at In the flesh and under the most IN
puisitive searchlight as they ever are
upon the movie screens. out OF the hum
and hubbub OF talk certain phrases de-
tached themselves.
Mr.. FrohmRn Has a Dance.
80 that is Clara Kimball Young.
She's James Young's wife. you know.
Vas with Wilton Lackaye In the
"Trilby" pictures. After all. it's her
naturalness that makes her so attrac-
tive. Yes. that's Mary Pickford. To
think OF that child earning 100000 a
year.! Look. she's dancing with Mr..
F'rohman now. Doesn't he dance beau
tifuliyo That's tire Pauline Frederick
VINO was in many big productions OF the
speaking stage before she went with me
crowd to tn. movies. Heavens they're
getting everybody worth while nowadays,
aren't they"
And then, when matters had settled
themselves a bit and the gentle and
subdued popping Of champagne corks had
begun to punctuate interestingly such
snatches OF conversat!on-shop talk
as interest the people OF the silent sta.e,
"A still. small voice made itself audible
once more:
AS was saving before certain in
t%erruptions occurred. ! found myself in
the ocean staring directly into the I'M
placable eyes OF scores Of sharks he
gan Nike Gail. Il thought of the time
when / vowed that | wasn't and never
would be "A stunt actress, and l began
TO swim despe rately-
"Hello. people, having u good time"
shouted President Billy Quirk of the
screen Club as.he h!tted around the rim
Of Miss Calls audience and displa we'd
40
the broad red band Of office that swept
from northeast TO southwest across the
starched expanse Of his dress shirt and
so notified the world that he, Billy
Quirk. was president of the club. "But
you must not llnger here. Come to the
main gate and look At the people.
They're arriving in drpN"s.'
And so one naturally followed Billy
Oulrk. with renewed apologies 20 Miss
Gail, of course. and stood on the inner
side OF the trick doorway through which
the guests OF the Screen Club passed az
IL they were stepping from a moving
picture audience straight through IA
movie Aim. All corridors OF the Aston
leading to the grand ballroom were az
compactly TANNED as Broadway or Park
Row on an. election night. Women eor-
geously goWned in silks and satins and
furs and y~elvets, with hair or
tiaras OF blazing jewels, elbowed each
other In the crush toward the screen
doorway and the faces of very many Of
them were entirely familiar to utter
strangers-familiar because they had
been seen in moving picture theatres In
every city and town of the United States.