The Birmingham age-herald., 1922-12-17

 scene in The Candle Flame" He die not speak, however, until after the beautiful and popular Miss Des- mond had fallen at the feet of her unrepentant husband and the director had shouted "all over! Ready for out door stuff"
 Say, Cholly, believe I've found your man."
 'What?'
 Well, I just engaged guy that struck me as game
 'Lowbrow, medium or high?' in- quired the skeptical Cholly.
 q should say he could be any of the three upon occasion"
 I'll give him tryout. Say. Birch, Desmond is great. She's the real thing She can act. Why the deuce can't you put me into this kind of stuff?"
 "Cholly, as you are you're worth money; as you want to be you wouldn't be worth a pie crust Your nlan'll show up al 10. So order your custard. And if l haven't missed my guess, there'll be diddings in the stu dio."
 All Are Interested
 Of course. we studio folks were all interested in Cholly's affairs. He was always having trouble. So when the
  next morning, we who weren't busy thronged outside of Cholly's "set." What did Birch say his name wasp
 "sir Cuthbert," said l. Birch was always tacking some outlandish name on the recruits.
 He's almost handsome,v said Miss Burns, Cholly's leading lady.
 He is now; but wait"
 Cholly, as you know, played the part of an intoxicated society trifler. He sat in box and criticised the ac- tors on the stage, and when they talked back, threw pies at them very accurately, too. The great Amer ican public demanded pie.
 Desmond herself stood on the out skirts of the crowd, and I was near enough to take note of the enigmati- cal smile on her lips.
 What pityH' she said.
 Whats that?' I asked.
 For fine young man like that to make fool of himself she an swered, turning away.
 "A man will do anything for money" I said.
 She sent me a shiyery kind of glance, and went on toward her end of the studio.
 Cholly swayed over the railing of
  on the inoffensiye head of the man with the drums in the orchestra. (Later all America would shout over this supremely droll antic.)
 The new man was going through the pantomime of singing sentiment tai ballad. Cholly leaned out of his box and ordered him off the stage. The singer continued his efforts. Cholly reached down and seized pie. tOf course, these aren't real pies merely harmless connection of dough.) Lurching and swaying, Cholly flung the pie squarely into the face of the singer.
 Then several things happened. The principal thing paralyzed the specta tors. The singer staggered, paused for a second then with the ability of a tiger he leaped into the box and caught the surprised comedian by the throat->
 There would have been a great and unprecedented slump in pie stock but for the loyalty of the drum mer upon whose head Cholly had but recently dropped his cigar ashes. He seized the madman by the coattail and succeeded in pulling him over the railing into the orchestra pit. The
 
 clarinet had their hands full for a minute.
 "Pandemonium reigned" is a hoary old phase, but it is still at large and working on a 24-hour basis. tt reigned in the O. & o. studio that morning for about three minutes; then the milling human beings in the drum corner suddenly subsided.
 The young man relaxed. wiped his face and held up his hand in token of surrender.
 The drummer heard him say; Per haps l wasn't rehearsed sufficient Iy."
 Take him away,' roared the pant ing comedian. Take him away be- fore I kill him."
 Gear out, eyerybodyi' ordered Birch, pushing his way down to the orchestra.
 There were only two cool indi- vidrals in the place, the camera-men. They went on turning the cranks. A few hundred feet of this stuff might come in handy some day. Yo1 never could tell.
 Well, the hubbub died away. Cholly left the studio, got into his "sity" and tore into town. The camera men made off with their machines to see if they could develop anything worth saving out of this mornings work. The cause of this confusion escaped to his dressing room, washed, changed his clothes and packed his grip. There was nothing left for him to do but In al Ac ha