San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-10-18

frequent ham-and-egg diet. but HattleS
eggs are storage eggs, and the one trans
ferred to James plate is of doubtful vir-
tue. Picking at it, she takes swallow of
coffee, only to find that the scream" is
not real. Her sister explains that real
cream is impossible on forty dollars
week.
Art title, "Bed Time"
Hattie is putting a nightie on the little
boy, in the living-room of the flat, her
sister looking on. "Now run and feed
your pet" she says. The boy goes to a
cupboard, gets something, and goes to re-
mote corner, where he is seen to be feed
ing a goldfish in small glass bowl.
Cant you get him something better than
a fish for a pet?" asks Jane. Heavens,
nor Hattie replies. "We'd be put into the
street. The fish doesn't sing or bark"
Mrs Jones closes her eyes. Flash of
her own children rompng with big dog.
Hattie says, "You must be very tired"
She begins to prepare bedding accommo-
dations. Puts child to bed in crib in al
cove; opens davenport, and says, "You
and l will sleep together on the daven-
port"
Hattie's husband appears from bath
room, clad in a bathrobe. He goes to
closet, gets folding cot and blanket, bids
the women good night raises the window,
and disappears through it. Mrs, Jones is
aghast, but Hattie says, why, Jane, he
often sleeps on the fire-escape when we
have company. 1t is at least cool out
there"
Art title, "Seeing the City,"
Mrs. Jones and Hattie at market Close
up of card reading Fresh country eggs,
sixty cents a Dozen" Closeup of Mrs.
Jones's face.
The next scene shows them at a street
crossing, waiting for the traffic semaphore
to change. Rush begins, and they are
borne off on its tide. Fades into a bar
gain-counter rush, from which Mrs. Jones
reappears gasping.
They are next seen entering an art gal
lery Nobody there. Mrs. Jones observes
a horse picture. Flash of her husband
driving a fine three-horse team. A sunset
picture attracts her attention, and she is
told that it cost ten thousand dollars.
Closeup of James face, in brown study.
When asked what she is thinking about,
she laughs and refuses to say.
Another street crossing. Mrs. Jones OBJ
viously all in. Cop whistles; they are
swept along with the crowd.
Art title, END of the First Week"
Closeup of James face, drawn with
anguish. She presently appears to be TAX
ing footbath, and says, "Oh, Hattie, |
can put one foot before another tomorrow,
I'm going straight homer
Art title, mo Place Like Home After
ALL"
Mrs Jones is seen arriving at the old
farm gate. Her husband helps her out of
the flivver and gives her a hug. Children
and dog rush out to welcome her. She
pauses to contemplate the house, and then
hurries toward it. She and the children
enter, while John seats himself on the
porch, lights his pipe, and registers con-
tentment.
Jane comes out, tying apron strings.
She catches sight of the same hen that
scratched up her flowers, and calls her
boy, who, grabbing Ratchet, starts in
pursuit ofthe hen.
and enters cellar, looking about. She sees
a row of smoked hams hanging from
beam, shelves crowded with cans of fruit,
a bin half full of potatoes. She fills her
apron with potatoes, takes can of fruit,
and goes upstairs.
View of porch; John still smoking. The
boy appears with decapitated hen, which
he throws down outside the door; disap-
pears, wiping his Ratchet. His mother
picks up the dead hen and goes in; comes
out again with pitcher and saucer. Boy
reappears with an armful of wood and
enters the house. Evidently a chicken
dinner is in prospect.
The next scene shows Mrs. Jones APP
preaching the spring-house and entering.
Whereupon, inside the spring-house, she
views long row of cans in running water.
She skins cream, cuts a big hunk of but
ter; then, before departing, turns again
to look at the array Of dairy products.
closeup shows her smiling with delighted
satisfaction.
Coming around the corner of the house,
she pauses to look at the sunset. She
beckons to her husband, who comes into
the scene, knocking out his pipe. Point
ing, she says, John, in the city saw
painted sunset that cost ten thousand dol
lars. And look what we can see from our
own back door for nothing"
The fiIm-play winds up with closeup
of the two looking at the sunset They
look at each other with mutual under.
standing The scene dissolves into final
view of the sunset at the old farmhouse.
Thus ends the movie of Poor Mrs.
Jones'" The film will be distributed by
the Department of Agriculture, with the
cooperation of State educational institu-
tions, for exhibition at social centers and