Argosy All-Story Weekly, August 9, 1924 — page 130: what you’re looking at

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280 the principles of our SIMPLE SYSTEM OF SCRIBBLING SCENARIOS all the more quickly. eyes BIG MONEY PAID TO ALL. Producers are paying fabulous sums for little things our students dash off in their spare moments. Never in the history of the world has there been such a dearth of pic- ture material. The supply of scenarios simply cannot meet the demand. Every morning the leading producers, or their representatives, meet in our office to wait for the morning mail, bringing in the scenarios from the stu- dents of our SIMPLE SYSTEM. !—SEND NO MONEY—! (Simply pay the postman $47.50, plus a few cents for postage) and our SIMPLE SYS- TEM OF SCRIBBLING SCENARIOS IS YOURS FOR THE ASKING! Sent in plain sealed package, so that ”o one will know what you are taking. Here are a few sample letters from success- ful students. We do not give their full names, because we do not wish them to be deluged by letters of inquiry. However, these may be obtained by calling in person on our Editor, at 1068 Bunk Street, Nova Scotia. BEGINNER AT 78 SELLS THREE PLAYS. GENTLEMEN : I am having my daughter write this for me, as I have the palsy, and never learned to write, anyway. At the age of 78, I determined to be a writer. My children discouraged me. They did not wish me to spend the $47.50, plus a few cents for postage, to become a famous writer. They said they would rather take the $47.50, plus a few cents for postage, and put me in the Old Peoples’ Home. But I said: “No! I am going to be a writer!” Then they said they would not write the letter for me, to order your system, but I foiled them. I wired for it. And the next day I paid the postman $47.50, plus a few cents for postage, and received your Simple System, elegantly bound in calf. Then my children said: “Pa, you have palsy. You cannot be a writer.” But I replied: “ Children, go to bed! I shall write three plays to-night. No palsy can stop me!” And, sure enough, the three plays were written that night. I sat down, and simply shook them out! Next day I gave the three plays to my grandson, and sent him down to the pro- ducers on his velocipede. “Don’t come back without the money,” I warned him, And sure ARGOSY-ALLSTORY WEEKLY. enough, the obedient lad came back from the producers with three thousand dollars. HEZEKIAH L—, Coon Rapids, Iowa. TURN YOUR IDLE HOURS INTO DOLLARS. Mrs. B——of Hoboken writes: PRESIDENT OF SIMP. SYSTEM, LTD.: Dear Sir—A year ago I was a discontented, unhappy housewife. My husband and I led a prosaic, humdrum life, devoid of zest or beauty, yet I knew of no way out of the dreary round. One never-to-be-forgotten day I chanced to see your advertisement: “Turn Your Idle Hours Into Dollars.” I pondered. My hus- band was a German, and demanded six meals a day, so I had no idle hours. Then it occurred to me that I had half an hour’s spare time every morning, while waiting for the iceman. It might be that I could profitably employ this time by writing scenarios. I sent for your Simple System, and wrote a play the first morning, while waiting for the iceman. This play I sold for $100. The next day, while waiting for the iceman, I wrote two plays, which I sold for $200. The third day, while waiting for the iceman, I wrote three plays, and sold them for $300. The next day I took my $600, and left my husband and ran away with the iceman, and now I don’t have to be an author any more. Mrs. SAPPHIRA B——, Hoboken, N. J. WHAT ONE GIRL DID. Dear SIR: I am only a little girl, just 13 years old, and have never been considered very bright. My father took me out of school because my teacher said I was a moron. To amuse me, father invested in your Sim- ple System and gave it to me for a birthday present. The very first night I wrote the following comedy, “ Fun in a Cemetery,” which I sold for $500. I sold it at that cheap price, be- cause I am only a little girl, and do not know much about business. Now my friends go to see my pictures, and they no longer suspect me of being a moron. They know it. I give you permission to print this, my first scenario, in your booklet, as I hope it will helo some other struggling writer. Your grateful little friend, GOLDIE GUGGENHEIMER, Q——, New Mexico. “Damnation!” said Taffy. He did not read the scenario. He rose, flushing darkly, () GOMIIGooOO S (Cc ©)