The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1916-01-03

! / just wish every one of you could
peek into our studio and watch them
, taking some of the scenes in our new
play, 1.-THE Founding"
AS you can guess by the title, 1t
deals with orphans; in fact, l am one
of them and they have made me the
little mother of the orphange. But l
am not one of those sad-eyed little
creatures you could pity extravaganza
ly. In fact, I'm quite the contrary.
I'm a very saucy, fun-loving little girl
of twelve who gets into all sorts of
scrapes to amuse the other children
and bring smiles to their pinched and
wan little faces.
! And such children we have found to
fill the orphange. l have never seen
so many quaint and funny little types,
especially two little girls perhaps not
! over six years of age. One is blue
eyed, black-haired little Irish girl and
the other a pinched little pale-faced
French child, who has the most pitiful
pigtail I have ever seen. 1t is braided
so tight it stands right out from her
head and it seems to match that dread
full Bingham apron. They both look so
poverty stricken.
Dreaming Of Mother.
As all the little children who have
day come to take them away from the
orphanage. we line up when visitors
arrive and there is a great throb of
hope in our hearts.
! am chosen. My clothes are packed
In small brown paper bundle and l
leave with my adopted mother.
As pass through the dormitory, the
other children chung to my skirts, and
the director says to them: MARY is
going away from the orphanage, chill
dren, and you're not going to see her
any more. You are going to be left
all alone without any little Mary to
play games with you. and you're going
to be SO sad without her that you can't
keep from crying-you can't keep from
crying-you can't-keep-"
His voice died away in low, melo-
dious monotone and there wasn't a
sound but the grind Of the camera and
a half.uttered word from one of the
children, who looked at me with eyes
dilated with anguish. He had made 1t
so real to them they forgot they were
acting.
"Come right this way" called out
the director to me, and to the chill
dren; Kiss her good-by, children; you
may never see your dear little Mary
again. She's going far, far away from
here"
bathed in tears and at my elbow there
bathed in tears and at my elbow there
was a prolonged. despairing wall. in
fact. a duet; it came from the little
Irish girl and was echoed by the
French girl.
MARY Is go-go-going away from
u.s." howled the children. and as left
them, those two chung to each other
for consolation. And the camera
caught them-first, in their most in
tense throes--then. as they walked Off
the scene, with their arms around each
other. and that pathetic pigtail adding
touch Of human comedy to the other
wise pitiful ginghamed figure.
There wasn't a dry eye in the stu
do when the scene was over, for there
is something so real in children's grief
tions, and children are SO easily
touched
Claiming the Reward.
AS soon as they were dismissed
from the set, they came flying to the
door of my dressing room. Where Is
It? Where is it," they all shouted a,
once.
Where is what?" l asked. pretend
ing to be cross--as if l didn't know
it was candy they were talking about
"Oh, you know" They all looked
very sheepish and dug their toes into
the floor. Its in box" and the lit
xle Irish girl smiled at me merrily.
Enough her lashes were still wet with
Years.