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Convoninu "Pay-As -You - Us. ” Pla- Richmond Hill Dairy USE MORE MILK SEALED ODOR-PROOF FREEZER AUTOMATIC FLOODLIGHT "COLDPACK" FOR MEATS SPILLPROOF DEFROSTEI MOBILE SHELVES GLASS COVERED HYDROVOII SLIDING SHELF FRUIT STORAGE DRAWER $149.95 RIVERCOURT MEMORIALS 300 O’CONNOR DRIVE FORMERLY DON MILLS ROAD AS LOW AS AND UP lift-ed many a Class B film into the box office A rating. He was an im- portant ft'gure, even to movie folk who became accustomed to import- ance, so. this even‘r-g' he was the («hire of a group in the cigar store Nomtemperamental, quiet, effi- cient, Derrka turned out -a‘ greater percentage of really believable pic- tures than any other director on the Stellar lot. Hizs touches of genius v Many of the extras were drawn from the town‘s population, but there also was a heavy contingent of Hollywood notables, and these found more or less difficulty in fill- ing their leisure time, with the scant entertainment the town provided. Gamlbling dens there were hut only on the surface as the state many :years ago had passed a law against gambling. Palaces of gilded lsin were so only in seeming as the town was painfully respectable. The few motion picture houses soon were ex- hausted as a means of recreation. The few players congregated in the 'hotel lobtbies, in the stores, in the restaurants, even at the railroad station. The clever ones stocked in their -brains many feature bits of appearance and talk and manner- isms they would be anle to use lat- er. And among these was Jackson Derrick, director of the coming mas- terpiece. ' But he had been a national figure. ‘He never had hurt a child or a wo- man and had killed only in self-deâ€" ifense. He never stooped to kidâ€" napping, and he usually rolbb-ed those who could more or less af- ford it. So, when Hollywood sud- Benly went into a fever of putting real personages on the screen, and became tired of diplomats, cardinals, Scientists, et al, Stellar decided to turn to American names, and, even though Tim had been a robber, yet he was a romantic legend. He had been the hero of innumerable "dime novels” and‘ small boys even of to- day knew his name. He had led‘ 'a colorful life, and- with some of the most unsavory episodes deleted, he \vould lee a dashing figure on the screen. transformed homes. The actual arrival of the company had been a time of speeches and giving of keys to the city, of welâ€" coming by the Mayor and early let- tinig-outâ€"OEf-«sch-ool for the children. Teachers kneyv there would be little A B C and two-times-two learned while the great motor trucks of equipment rolled through the streets and hotels and boarding houses were filled with the strangers. Derrick’s experienced eye soon [picked out the extras he wanted.‘ But he ever was the centre of al hopeful crowd of men and women, boys and girls, who wanted to “get in pictures.” Tonight in the cigar store, he had been talking to sev- eral young men when Wayne, Ralph Rnlzpv “Win “79-: tn hp ’T‘im Ken T.n_ Fifty years {before Tim had made (his name a terror throughout the whole West. He robbed trains, held up private vehicles, rode into towns at the head of his {bandit crew and gutted banks, stores, express and railroad terminals, before the local ‘law force could :be organized to stop ‘him. Then, away to the hills, leav- ing a swearing, angry community behind him. 'For the famed Stellar Motion Pic- 'tu1'es Company has descended on the town to film what was slated to be ‘a “colossal, super-mastenpiece," the ‘lizfe of Tim Reyner. ‘ Drab, unpainted false fronts cov- ‘ered the facades of its modest stores 'and comfortable ,modern homes. The 'usually trimly-garlbed residents "roamed the streets in long, awkward ldresses, strangely cut suits, hats 'which looked as though they had been dragged out of a rummage Isale. But Porterville was happy, as all ’these uncouch changes meant money. a O 600 9 mo OOOOMQOQWOQWWQMOMOO”W g«MOWOOOOOMMOOW“QOOOOOWOWWN DESIGNS AND PRICES GIVEN ON REQUEST ,dewalks Drab, 1 were were THE LIBERAL SHORT STORY GUNS tprned .barck fifty years le. Its smooth macadam hidden under hundreds dirt. Its wide pave- covered with wooden By Gertrude Gordon “Put it in a. bag,” ordered the youth. He stepped forward. An _ advertising Sign with a swinging . arm which cleared the majority of persons who came into the store was a quarter of an inch too low for the tall, slender figure and, 'as he moved, the bar caught his hat and knocked it to the floor. He let it lie, but stopperi again, his fierce young eyes glaring at the group. An unruly mass of fair hair fell .. He was obeyed. Wayne and Bak- er stepped back beside Derrick, who had not moved. The proprietor tremblingly opened the drawer, gathered the money in he shaking ’hand and held it [toward the rob- 'ber. ’The group seemed- turned to stone. Then Wayne stepped forward, ‘but the youth stopped> him with a low “I mean it. Get back there! Keep quiet! You,” to the rotund propri- etor who was staring; open-mouthed, “empty the cash drawer. And no conversation.” “Put ’em up!” he ordered‘ sweep- ing the gun in a small arc. “This is, a stickâ€"up.” He was at, the .back of the store, Wayne and Baker at the counter, lighting the cigarettes they had bought, when the door was pushed open- violently andl’swung‘ back. A tall, slender figure stepped inside, his back to the door, watching the street and the inside of the store at the same time with quick, nerv- ous glance-s. His right elbow was pressed close to his side. An auto- matic showed in his tightly clenchâ€" ed hand. Derrick nodded again. He did not always take suggestoncs, but he was too wise ever to Squelch them. “If I get one good one out of twenty offered,” he had‘ been heard to say, “the percentage wazrants listening.” “I think I .should go out with Tim on some of his trips,” suggested Wayne. “You can’t. make me look like a stay-atâ€"home. The audience will be ‘booi-ng me and wondering why the girl didn’t take Tim." “Good idea,” he commended. “I thought myself that there seemed a waste of bullets â€" if the scene had been real.” “I don’t need a double for that jumping scene,” insisted Baker. “The ravine is only about seven feet wide. The focus can make it look wider. But I suggest the posse doesn’t fire so many shots. Strikes me they hit better than that in those days. Why not have a pile of rocks ‘the other side of the ravine and I can dtodige «behind them and ride a- way?” nodded But he ever was the centre of a hopeful crowd‘ of men and women, boys and girls who wanted to “get in pictures.” Tonight in the cigar store, he had been talking to sev- eral young men when Wayne, Ralph Baker who was to be Tim, Ken Lo- 2311 who was the lbandit’s Nemesivs and some of the other actors stroll- ed in~. They were talking of the day’s work. THE LIBERAL, RICHMOND HILL, ONTARIO The Portervilliarbs Were canny, too. From all over the state visitors were flocking in to see the players and prosperity had- rocketed Skyward. So nothing was too good for these men and women of the screen. Residents of the town were reconciled to (cramping through the footâ€"high dirt roads, carrying water from pumps, stacking cords of Wood beside their transformed home-s. where the “takes” of the day'were being discussed. 2 James Wayne was there. He play- ed Reyner’s young brother in the film, as, of course, Tim couldn’t be the hero and there had to be ro- mance..Glamorous dainty Janet Kor- lin furnished the feminine lure. She didn’t happen to be in the cigar store as the Emerson Study Club was giving her a home reception. Porterville had grown far away from the old days of roistering and mur- der and) primitive passions. It was not so large or important, but it had its Rotary and Kiwanis Clubs, its schools: and cinemas and, every once in a while, some far-seeing politiâ€" cian who was “swinging around the circle” decided this would be a good central focal point from which to radiate his charm and! sov_paid‘ Portâ€" erville a flying visit. I)” He turned to Derrick, who Johnston & Cranston EAANUFACTURERS & IMPORTERS 0F CANADIAN & FOREIGN Granite Monuments “When your hat was knocked of?” ‘â€"he ‘topped. He began again. “I ‘have a warm spot in my heart for a towâ€"head with a cowlick and blue eyes. I had a kid‘ Ibrother like that onceâ€"tow-head with a cowlick and {blue eyes. He died with a gun in ‘his hand â€" a real gun â€"* at Chatâ€" LLea1.1-’I‘hierry!” Phone HYland 2081 Res. Phone 9788 “Why did you help me? Why didn’t you lgt them arrest me? Why didn’t you let me go to jail. I know now I couldn’t have got away ‘With it. Why?” - Derrick turned ihe gun around 'and around on- the table with his lfinggr. He did not look at the lad. “You’ll need‘ some lessens for this picture.” Derrick laid the gun on the table. But the boy was persistâ€" ent. - Derrick laughed. “I can tell when a kid’s hungry and desperate and not accustomed to being a bandit. Besides, when you mean to fire a gun, you don’t hold your hand Over the barrel â€" the grip is for your hand." “I don’t know much about guns,” the Boy confessed. rick’s. Derrick nodded. “But why,” the 'boy leaned for- ward. Why did you do this for me In the restaurant Derrick watched the boy put away steak and pota- toes, cabbage and‘ Ibeets, bread and‘ butter and pie and coffee â€" three cups. At last the cavernous region below the slender waist seemed fill- ed and the boy leaned back. “Three days ago," [said the boy miserably. “Where did you come from?” “I came in an a freight. Iâ€"â€"” But Derrick interrupted. “Food first,” he decided, “then we‘ll talk.” Outside, Derrick kept hold of the boy’s arm. The youth was tremibl- ing' now. “When did! you eat last?” asked the director. His voice had‘ a different tone. 1849 Yonge St. (east side) Between Mertan & Balliol Sts. MASSEY-HARRIS AGENT Farm Implements, Machinery and Repairs Telephone Richmond Hill 39 Beatty Farm Equipment The man in the store drew a unit- ed breath of relief. Then they saw the humor of the situation and how]. ed. “Good for the kid," said! Wayne. “Look out, Baker, or he’ll be getting your job.” “This was a great stunt, kid, and with a cigarette case, too,” he gent- ly took the gun from the boy’s hand, looked at it, laughed again and dropped it into his pocket. “When you take a chance of being shot down as a real bandit, just to get my attention, you deserve a break.” He gently urged) the boy toward the door. “Come on, we’ll find the cast. ing' director and fix things up for you.” They went out. chuckle isfactio but we‘ of you." He walked‘ stead‘ly forâ€" ward and laid his hand masterfully on the youth’s arm. He turned to the others. “This lad has been pestering me for a job almost every day,” he ex- plained. “I didn’t recognize him at first, but I remember him now.” He turned to the staring youth again. ged young be Suddenly eyes, even th< ed towards h they ed n' fily, ' ed man's estz i‘i1y,'b_L}t the ( again": ' His, c incongruously His chin was Charles Graham 9n could '11 ure have erric 2e what we He walkec beard. Derrick laughed. All hose of the robber turn- him head. The ‘bOy‘,'f0r m ‘e he séarcely had feac ate, flung it back an cowlick brought it dm cold blue eyes sparkl )Id‘ :blue eyes sparkled through the fringe. square under the rag- “If it's any sat- you’ve «got the job, at we can make out 'alked‘ steadily for- is hand masterfully arm. He turned to put “If Open Evening: T} ‘SOH flSummer Suits 0:0] Quit Your Skidding HARRY R. ROSE Cleaning and Pressing Phone 12 een appreciation of the wonâ€" derful playground Canada possesses in the Canadian Rockies was expressed by Jim Farley, postmaster-general of the United States and organizer of the Demo- cratic Party, who spent a pleasant few days with his daughters Ann and Betty at the Banff Springs Hotel. 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