[behind the screen
^By SAMUEL GOLDWYN^
(t ontimiril from Yesterday.)
I remember that once I asked a
man who had long been associated
with Ben Turpin, the widely known
cross eyed comedian, what sort of
chap Turpin really was.
"Well,” said he laughingly, "he’s
this sort of a chap. He makes a lot
of money and ho keeps almost as
much. He has an unpretentious
little home manned with not more
than one servant, and in the home
there is a suite of parlor furniture.
It's gilt, I think—anyway it's quite
showy, and the Turpins are , very
much eonqfrned over its welfare. They
keep it covered up except when some
body calls, and even then they’re not
reckless. For they say that when the
door-bell rings some one always peeps
out of the window to see who is there.
If it's a stranger, off come the furni
ture coverings. But if It’s a friend,
the insurance is kept on.”
Tltis amusing story is always link
, ed in my mind with the one which
Will Rogers is fond of telling on
Chaplin. "A girl went riding up in
ihe Hollywood mountains,” says he.
“and was thrown and lost for two
days. When it was thought they
weren't going to find her, Charlie of
fered a reward of S1.000 in all the
papers. It looked at that time, mind
you, as if they weren't going to find
iter. But they did. So the people
that found her offered $500 of SI,000
to anybody that would find Charlie.”
For me one of the most amazing
revelations regarding M. Maeterilnck
concurns his Indifference to music.
It was in this country and while he
was with the Goldwyn company that
he heard for the first time a rendi
tion of the opera “Pelieas et Meli
sande.” One of my publicity men
sat near him in his box at tills per
formance, und he reported that from
the large placid face those, ethereal
strains which Debussy wove about his
own play drew not a sign of response.
It was quite evident that th" Belgian
author perhaps considered Dr. John
son somewhat too broad-minded when
he said that music was a sound more
agreeable than other noises.
When I.was In England several
years after the formation of the
Goldwyn company I made a memor
able call upon another playwright
whose pen moves in a different
tempo from that of Maeterlinck. I
had long been an admirer of Mr.
Bernard Shaw and, in spite of the
fact that tlio quality of his plays
rather repudiates the suggestion of
screen adaptation, I was Interested in
conducting the experiment.
Mr. and Mrs. Shaw entertained me
at their London apartment with much
brilliant talk and the inevitable tea.
The playwright’s wife, a very cordial
hostess indeed, is one of those fresh
colored, vigorous types of woman
hood which you meet at every turn
of llyde Park. She was deeply en
grossed that day in the Irish ques
tion* and- her sympathies were
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brought Into relief by a call from 81r
Horace Plunkett, then Just returned
from a visit to tho United States.
I recall that during the course of
the talk Mrs. Shaw told a story of an
Irish lad sentenced to be hanged In
the Tower for his revolutionary activi
ties. Before his execution they came
to him and promised that if he would
give the authorities information re
garding certain leaders in the move
ment his life would be spared. To
this the lad, only about 18 years of
age, replied. ‘'Gentlemen, you are
wasting your time and mine.”
Mrs. Show quoted this speech with
great fire. "How,” she concluded,
“can you conquer a people with a
spirit like that?”
When we drifted away from the
Irish situation Mr. Shaw and I had
a chance for a talk a!>out motion
pictures. To my surprise I learned
then that he was a picture enthusiast.
He told me that there were two
people whose films he never missed—
Charlie Chaplin and Mary Bickford.
Regarding the former, he was espec
ially enthusiastic. I found, in fact,
that he was as familiar with Chap
lin’s work as am I myself.
The affectionate courtesy disyplay
ed toward each other by the play
wright and his wife Is bound to Im
press any one familiar with some of
Shaw’s iconoclastic utterances upon
the domestic situation. Certainly the
atmosphere surprised me. The pair
did not address each other as “Fath
er” and "Mother,” but, aside from
this failure, they seemed to be as
I tolerant and contented and settled as
a hardware merchant of Topeka and
his wife.
Toward the latter part of the after
noon I saw Mr. Shaw look frequently
at his wrist watch. Ultimately he
mentioned that he was due to deliver
a lecture that evening.
“And have you decided yet what
you are going to speak about?”
queried Mrs. Shaw when at last her
husband rose to depart for this en
gagement.
“Not yet,” he retorted; ”1 dare say
I shall decide on the platform.”
I always think of Mr. Shaw as he
looked when he made this reply. Hts
eyes, which are, I think, the clearest
and most living blue I ever saw, so
erect and spare and vigorous—there
was so much spring in both face and
physique—that he seemed to me—
this man past middle age—the very
embodiment of electric youth.
1 suppose that he had the same
expression of merry perversity when
on the following day lie told a news
paper reporter who called upon him
to learn the outcome of his conversa
tion with me, “Everything Is all
right. There is only one difference
between Mr. Goldwyn and me. Where
as he is after art 1 am after money."
Whatever the explanation, Mr.
Shaw never came to America, nor
did he do any work for the Goldwyn
company. 1 was no more fortunate
in the result of my call upon Mr.
H. G. Wells. He, like Mr. Shaw,
had me at his home In London for
tea. Here, however, the conversa
tion focussed, not upon Ireland, but
upon India, a direction determined
by the fact that a young East Indian
was calling upon the author that
afternoon.
The foreigner was very earnest in
his expressions of admiration for Mr
Wells' "Outlines of History,” and it
was indeed a privilege to me. who
had just read this presentment of
history, to hear such first hand com
ments by both the author and a rep
resentative of that mellow civiliza
tion which Mr. Wells had compared
so favorably* with our.. western
achievements.
During the course of this conversa
tion the Indian told the author that
no other English writer held so high
a place in his country as the one
occupied by Mr. Wells. Although the
latter must have spent many ho^rs
of his life in listening to similar trib
utes, he responded to it as grate
fully as if this were a fresh ex
perience.
When we came to talk of pictures
I suggested to Mr. Wells that he
visit California and write some
stories for our company.
"Oh,” said he, ”1 should like to
come, for I know 1 shout enjoy the
California sunshine and meeting
Charlie Chaplin. The only trouble
with me Is that I never could write
on order. I haven't been able to
do it for magazines or publishers
and I should certainly fall abjectly
when it came to doing It for the
screen.”
I thereupon urged him to come to
California as my guest, look over the
situation. But, although I assured
him that such a visit would leave
him perfectly free to decide whether
or not he cared to enter the picture
list, Mr. Wells did not accept my In
vitation.
As I lyft his home that day I
remembered suddenly that 25 years
before. I. who had Just been enter
tained by the most celebrated of the
younger English novelists, had wan
dered without home and without
money through these very London
streets. There was no self-congratu
lation in that swift rontrast of pres
ent and future, but there was a deep
wonder at the mysterious flux of life.
Another feeling dominated this
wonder. It was my gratultude to
the work whleh has so shaped and
colored my destiny. To motion pic
tures I owe ail the wide rang# of
contacts which have made up to me
for a boyhood handicapped by so
many unfavorable circumatances.
To it I owe nlso the greatest blessing
which can befall any one of ua—an
imoersonul Interest so vivid and com
polling that It survives any personal
grief of maladjustment.
Almost every one who has been
connected with picture production
understands the fascination which it
exerts. I always think, Indeed, of
the answer which Charlie Chaplin
once made to somebody who asked
him what he most wanted from the
future.
"More life," said Chaplin promptly.
"Whether it conits through pictures
or not—more life." And then he
added half sadly. "Still I can t think
of myself out of pictures. Whatever
I do, I iind myself wondering, 'Now,
will that be good for work or not?’ "
Although, in comparison with this
great creative artist, tny own sphere
is so humble, my understanding of
this one dominating interest is suf
ficiently complete to Justiflv me In
applying his words to myself. Like
Chaplin, I can not think of myself
out of pictures. For to do that would
he to turn my back on the far horizon
which has always called me to it.
In the 10 years since I entered
that little Broadway motion picture
theater with its static western drama,
its player piano, and its far-flung
peanut shells, giant changes have
taken place. The film production at
tracted few men and women of real
intellectual capacity. Today we see
a former member of the IJjiited States
cabinet presiding over its destines.
Then the motion picture theater was
ns sporadic as it was stunted and
disfigured. Today the smallest ham
let puts up its first motion picture
theater at the same time that it
erects its first church, and In the
larger communities costly edifices
have followed in the wake of the
costly picture. Eight years ago the
J20.000 which the Lasky company
expended upon "Carmen" was con
sidered a vast sum. Today the Oold
wyn company is investing nearly a
million in its production of "Ben
Hur."
With the development of our In
dustry has come a corresponding de
velopment in the life of the countnc
Motion picture* are, in truth, tne
magic traveling carpet on which
those in the most remote village may
fly to distant lands, to other ages,
to realms of romance hitherto denied
them. No other agency, not even
the automobile, has combated so suc
cessfully the isolation of the rural
communities. When I think of the
glow which pictures have brought to
so many lustreless lives all through
the world, l am tempted. Indeed, to
overlook all the defects of the In
dustry and to dwell only upon Its
perfections.
Yet defects there certainly are.
Undoubtedly the 30 years to come
will do much to remove them. My
own ‘faith in the next decade Is a
firm one, and to this new era of ex
pansion I wish to dedicate whatever
of ability, whatever of Judgment I
have gained from the experiences set
down In these chapters.
THE END.
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K. N.: To gaze at a man worship
fully and tell him how splendid he
ts. may appeal to his vanity. It may
make a pleasant momentary Impres
sion. But unless there Is some hon
est understanding in the approval it
won't concern a real man long.
Most of us are better than we reetn,
and capable of more than we have yet
proved The understanding and faith
and encouragement of a woman who
sees the best In a man Is a tine thing.
It spurs him to endeavor. So, of
course, a man gets an Incentive to
further effort in the fact that he is
being recognized.
The men who can be won by flat
tery are not worth flattering, much
less winning. The men who are grate
ful for understanding and encourage
ment and faith and the praise they
deserve are—all the normal men In
the world.
Prances: However sympathetic I
might feel for you and your boy
friend, I cannot advise you to be
disrespectful toward your parents, t
believe they are better Judges than I
would be ns to whether or not your
friendship with this young man is do
sirable. If you really love him, you
will be willing to wait several years
for him. You are very young. It
would be much better to give hltn up
for a year than to deceive your par
ents, take a rash step and regret It
all your life. Your parents are prob
ably your best friends on earth. Stick
to them, at least until you are old
enough and wise enough to be very
sure that your Judgment Is better than
theirs.
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Madge Set Forth on a Shoppin*
Expedition.
There wag something go sturdy and
confidence-inspiring in ths sun tanned
face of Mrs. Bird as she gave me her
assurance of taking care of things
until I came back that I felt my heart
warm toward the brusque but kindly
little woman.
“Tell me," I Bald irrelevantly, "how
many times have people told that you
are suited to your name?”
The brown haired, brown-eyed little
woman with her bronzed skin, and
her smoothly-fitting brown dress,
gave me a reluctant smile.
"I couldn't count ’em." she said;
and then, perking her head to one
side she looked hesitatingly at me
for a second. I had somehow the
feeling that she was weighing me.
and was absurdcdly relieved when she
said with a confidential little air:
"Luckily, most people never guess
my first name.’’
It was a distinct challenge, and I
accepted it Instantly.
"Phebe,” I guessed.
She laughed merrily.
"I rather thought you'd guess."
she said, and I saw that the little
woman had an odd little pride in her
name and Its fitness, which, how
ever, she admitted to but few people.
The Children Are Beady.
"It just couldn't be anything else,"
I said. "But if you only knew what
I imagined you to be before I saw
you.”
"As big as a house, I suppose,” she
retorted. "That’s generally the way
with names like mine. Yes, Olga.”
A discreet tap at the door punctu
ated her comment, and at her per
mission, a tall girl with fPesh, health
ful coloring swung open the door.
"Lunch is all ready, Mrs. Bird," she
said and vanished.
The tiny chatelaine of the house
rose and moved toward the door.
"I shall serve luncheon to you my
self." she said, "so please excuse me
now. And—the taxi will be here di
rectly after luncheon."
| "I shall be ready," I said, taking
her hint, and hastened back to the
room where Harriet, callable as al
ways, had the children In Immaculate
readiness for luncheon, and the con
tents of our traveling bags stored
away In bureau drawers and closets.
I signaled Harriet and Edwrin into an
other room and told them rapidly of
little Mrs. Bird's advice.
"I shall do everything I cap to get
passage for tonight or tomorrow." 1
said, “and I can get everything need
ed for the children while I am gone.
Will you have everything in read!
nesS to start by the time I come
back?"
"Five minutes will be all I’ll need.”
Harriet promised, "Not that long, if
there's need for more haste."
Her quiet, even voice promised ful
fillment of her promise, but two
spots of color showed on her cheeks,
showing the tenseness of the strain
upon her nerves.
Tlie Cellar Garage.
Little Mrs. Bird's knock at the floor
(brought us back to the fact that we
were all exceedingly hungry despite
cur anxiety. The children did not do
better justice to the simple but de
licious meal which the little womag
put before us than did we older peo
ple. And then we heard the noise
of a motor car directly beneath our
feet, and little Mrs. Bird smiled at
us.
"The garage of w hich I spoke is In
my own cellar," she said, "It Is very
handy In oold weather—and other
times,” she finished significantly.
I rose from the table in haste, and
put on my outer garments. Mrs.
Bird waited until I was ready and
then led the way to the long French
windows which overlooked the hedge
and building-enclosed court which I
had noticed from the rear windows.
Beneath me unseen door* shot open
and a small enclosed motor car rolled
out from the cellar. Mrs. Bird
swung open the window's and I (1e
scended the long step* to the waiting
car. An undersited, shrewdishiook
ing youth eat at the wheel, and a* 1
climbed into the seat Mrs. Bird spoke
to him in a low tone.
"I'll have everything covered while
you're gone. John, if you don’t see
anybody come In the usual way."
"All right,” the youth returned,
alertly, and the next minute we were
rolling away, but toward the rear of
the yard Instead of toward the road.
Paving Bid Fair,
Realtors Decide
A resolution was prepared by the
tax committee of the Omaha Real Bs
tote board Tuesday morning for pre
sentation to the city council, recom
mending that contracts for paving be
awarded the lowest bidder and that
further Investigation of the paving
combine be continued.
The tax committee decided that the
city was being injured in withholding
the contracts at the present time and
that "while the combine should be
broken up the estimates of the lowest
bidder were fair and would not abuse
the confidence of the taxpayer."
Action followed the hearing before
the city council in Its chamber Tuee
da y.
File for Public Office.
Harry A. Foran. 1005 South Thirty
fourth street, filed today for city
commissioner. Municipal Judge Bald
win filed for re-election to office.
G. W. Stroup, Valley, Neb., filed on
the republican ticket for county com
missioner.
Cornelius Rice, 1904 Bothrop street;
Herbert H. Boyles, 710 North Twenty
seventh avenue, and L. R. Newkirk,
5005 Western avenue, all republicans,
filed for the legislature.
Old Post Lures
Aphasia V ictini
liigid discipline which he worked
while a private In the Third United
States Infantry proved the only con
necting mental link between C*pt. #
Samuel F. Wolfe of Fcrt Crook and
his fellow man, when he was stricken
with aphasia and disappeared from
Omaha.
Memory of his duties at Fort
Ontario, Oswego. N. Y., remained
fixed in hi* mind after knowledge of
wife and friends here had departed.
True to his trust as a soldier, he re
turned to Fort Ontario, where he had
laid the foundhtlon for his career.
After reaching Oswego, his dazed
condition apparently became worse
and he was unable to make his way
to the headquarters pf Ms old regi
ment. Instead, he went to a hotel
where he lived from Wednesday until
Saturday. He admitted his mental
condition to hotel employes and was
taken to the army hospital where
his records were checked. It was
found that he had been a private
there 10 years ago.
Hie attention to duty is shown by
l.la army record, brother officers say.
He has battled his way upward from
a private, through the noncommis
sioned ranks to the grade of captain.
His wife is still living at Foit
Omaha.
C. M. Rice Filet*.
C. M. Rice, 1&04 Lothrop street,
has filed as a candidate for state rep*
rcsentative from the Eighth district
on the republican ticket. He for
merly was a member of the agricul
tural committee of the Omaha Cham
ber of Commerce and took an active
part in the organization cf the Omaha
hay market.
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Wilhelm
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extensive assort
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sion or cottage.
The advertisement posted on the base of a
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B. C., read:
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N THE days of ancient Rome the posting of a placard,
written by the hand of a slave, was generally the limit
m of advertising ingenuity. It was read by the few who
could read and who chanced to pass that way until such a time
as the rain defaced it or the wind blew it away.
Had Mains been able to run his ad
in either the display or classified
columns of a newspaper with a
circulation of one hundred thou
sand copies, he would have been
able to tell all Rome and its en
virons and much of the outlying
Empire of his shops and rooms
and furniture. Indeed, in ancient
times, half the value of things to
be sold was frequently expended,
not in selling, but in just telling
people about them; in other words
in advertising, in wandering
around the country, in visiting
market, towns and places where
men of wealth congregated.
In the days of Maius the stan
dards of value were very loose,
depending largely upon the cun
ning of the salesman and the trad
ing instincts of the buyer—today
advertising keeps the public close
ly in touch with prices; merchan
dise and merchandising policies
that are out of line arc easily rec
ognizable.
The advertising expense of a mod
ern store, centrally located, repre
sents a very small percentage of
the business transacted; while the
activity advertising creates pro
duces a volume of commerce un
thinkable to the ancient mind,
thereby materially reducing
prices.
The earnest efforts made by all
the better class advertisers to
ward truthful advertising has,
during the last twenty years,
greatly increased the effective
ness of their announcements.
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thirty-one years of business in
Omaha and it is pleasing to note
that their advertising expense has
relatively decreased year after
year. The graphic meter tells the
story.
This advertisement is the second of a scries
devoted to interesting things about our business
Orchard & Wilhelm Co.
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