The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-03-25
''Chatter'' of Motion Picture Fan
(eY "kETURAH")

Did you see the picture, "The Italian" last night or Sunday night? Wasn't it a masterpiece? I don't know when have seen such mar. vicious acting as that of Beban. And he had perfect support in Clara Williams as Annette. She is of such a pure Italian type that it is hard to realize that she Is a Ssattle girl. But not only did the two stars shine with unusual lustre. but ev- eryone in the cast, no matter how small the part, enacted their bit in such an artistic manner The set tings were so excellently in keeping with the story, too. It would be impossible to imagine finer inter pretation of the sunny. happy, big hearted and passionately-loving Itali an than that of George Bebans Beppo.
 George Beban has been on the stage since he was years old. He sang in Reed and Emerson's min strels, was in the musical comedy Nancy Brown" was with Weber and Fields, and starred in "The Sign of the Rose" It Is the first time he has been seen here in pictures, but can predict it will not be the last.
 Sunny" John and his wife want a ride in a gondola now. but H. says he would rather have a sand bath. Dr. S- intends laying in a stock of bananas as soon as pos sible, as he has very handy win dow and door on the street.
 Wasn't that a wonderful storm scene in "The End of the Road" in which Harold Lockwood and May Allison starred last week? It was so realistic that felt awfully glad 1 had worn my storm rubbers in stead of my arctics, and Mrs. E. E D. felt so sorry she hadn't car ried an umbrella!
 think everyone admires Harold Lockwood. He is such an ideal Am erican as we'll as being such a fine actor. Therefore 1 am giving in full an interview with him by Paul H. Bowling in the Motion Picture Magazine:
 Having seen photographs in the Moving Picture sections of Sunday papers, of celebrated cinema stars in their luxuriously appointed dress ing-rooms and apartments, I jumped at the chance to go out with my friend, Boggs, the scenario-writer and observe one in the flesh.
 Perhaps" I unused to myself on the way out in friend Boggs' auto mobile. q shall have an opportunity to sit down in one of the luxurious leather chairs and chat with the star himself while his Japanese ser want brings on the tall glasses on a silver tray"
 The automobile broke in on my meditations as we hit a rut and bounced up against the curbstone in front of the studio. The exterior of the place resembled somewha, the street-front of pioneer town such as one used to see in Okla homa and still sees occasionally in the movies-a few windows, front steps, and rough boards extending above the ground floor to make an appearance of greater height of the structure.
 Our first glance into the outer dressing apartment disclosed a pair of old pumps on the shelf with milkbottle and a jar of paste, two pairs of much-worn corduroy trous CTS. trunk-which might have been on the road-a water.pitcher, a set of skid.chains. and a pair of snow shoes leaning up against an oi stove. which was blazing away at full tilt.
 In the inner room. a wardrobe trunk; on the walls, seven hats; scattered about in the scenery. hat boxes, two canes, worn-out neck tie, more suits, a bundle from the laundry, a corkscrew, several shirt. with the collars and ties still at tached to them: on the floor, abou a dozen pairs of shoes. old and new. some under the table and some 1T front of the trunk; water-bucket another old-stove. and a coat-hanger By this time our scrutiny had pr gressed as far as the table. in ad dition to some loose papers-which might have been part of a script or letters, or possibly bills-a few collars, an ash-tray with the hot end of a Pail Mall hanging over its side . few sticks of grease-paint. boxes of powder-necessary adjuncts even to a very masculine star-and but. ton hook. there was mirror. ou. of which pccIed the face of Harold Lockwood---a countenance half-yellow.