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He therefore resented my intrusion, But he was soon to forget about me, for just after I arrived the feature picture started, and the lover was confronted with competition from an Opposite source. It was John Barrymore in “The Lotus Eater,” As the star's name was flashed on the ecreen, the girl cried out gleefully and shingily. “Yea, Bo!" and IT knew then and there that the hapless young man was in for a bad evening. “Why the "Yea Bo’ stuff?” he asked, “Don't you see who's in the pitcher?” The youth evidently had not. “Why, it's Jack Barrymore!” her empha- sis was extreme. “Jack Barrymore!” “Whonell’s Jack Barrymore?” inquired the irreverent youth “I never heard of him in pitchers.” ‘Say"—her voice flamed with scormm— “T spose you never heard of Warren Hard- ing or General Powhing or Babe Ruth or—" “Listen, kid. I didn’t mean it, Don’t you see, I was Aidding?” He tried to laugh it off, but wasn't very convincing. “Well, save your kidding for someone else,” she conceded. He took her hand and leaned clocer, whis- pering something in her ear which I de- liberately tried not to hear. ae Cate ww ‘Li ye “A hair-cut, ch! Jack Barrymore a dry, mirthless laugh. get a hair-cut!" She gave Suddenly she emitted a joyful squeal, and almost jumped from her chair. “Oooo lookit!” she cried, That's him!" “That's whom?” “That's hint, Jack Barrymore, you hick, Ooo, fookit him, Lookit those eves, that profile, that throat!” “He looks to me like a ham,” was the youth’s caustic observation. He might as well have cast aspersions on the American flag. “Say, listen to me, Ed Necker,” said the girl, in a voice that carried far and car- ried authority, “you shut up this minute, or I'll never speak to you ugain, Never—as long as I tive!” Ed was only slightly chastened. “Well, why don’t he get a hair-cut?” he asked. The girl, for a moment, was stunned by the enormity of this insult, “A heir-cut, eh! A HAIR-cut! Jack Barrymore get a HAIR-CUT!” She gave vent to a dry, mirthiess, and highly ingult- ing laugh, snorted, and then relapsed into a frigid silence that Jasted throughout the rest of the picture. Ed attempted to reason with her, and snid “Lissen, honey,” several times, but she paid no attention to his pleas. Her only response was 2 series of tremulously ecstatic sizhs, delivered in the direction of the sereen whenever the divine John succeeded in sil- houetting his profile against the setting sun. Finally, when the picture came to an end, and the pair left the theater, I could see — at feast three feet of daylight between them. — *> * & ‘ “There he is, Ed Necker has a new girl now, and he occasionally brings her to our Jocal movie palace, but only to see films of which Ben Turpin, Will Rogers, Bull Montana, or “Snookey” are the stars. Ed doesn’t relish competition, 7 (E(0)/ A) (eloyeyo KS (Ee) Pa