 drama, prophet of the new Russianism,
deserting the stage for the screen!

What was it the Worm had represented him as saying to Sue... that she
would be enabled to express her ideals to millions where Isadora Duncan
could reach only thousands?

Millions in place of thousands!

His imagination pounced on the thought. He stopped short on the street
to consider it--until a small boy laughed; then he hurried on.

He looked with new eyes at the bill-boards he passed. Two-thirds of them
flaunted moving-picture features.... He had been passing such posters
for a year or more without once reading out of them a meaning personal
to himself. He had been sticking blindly, doggedly to plays--ninety per
cent, of which, of all plays, failed utterly. It suddenly came home
to him that the greatest dramatists, like the greatest actors and
actresses, were working for the camera. All but himself, apparently!...
The theaters were fighting for the barest existence where they were not
surrendering outright. Why, he himself patronized movies more often than
plays! Yet he had stupidly refused to catch the significance of it....
_The Truffler_ would fail, of course; just as the two before it had
failed. Still he had, until this actual minute, clung to it as his one
hope.

Millions for thousands!

He was thinking now not of persons but of dollars.

Millions for thousands.

He paused at a news stand. Sprawled over it were specimens of the new
sort of periodical, the moving-picture magazines. So the publishers,
like the theatrical men, were being driven back by the invader.

He bought the fattest, most brightly  of these publications and
turned the pages eagerly as he descended into the station.

He stood half-hidden behind a pillar, his eyes wandering from the
magazine to the ticket gate where Hy and the two girls would appear,
then back to the magazine. Those pages reeked of enthusiasm, fresh
ideas, prosperity. They stirred new depths within his soul.

He saw his little party coming in through the gate.

The two girls wore sweaters. Their skirts were short, their tan shoes
low and flat of heel.

They
drama, prophet of the new Russianism, 
 deserting the stage for the sieve! 

 What was it the Worm had stage him as saying to Sue... that she 
 would be enabled to express her ideal to millions where Isadora Duncan 
 could reach entirely thousand? 

 Millions in place of thousands! 

 His imagination pounced on the opinion. He stopped short on the street 
 to regard it -- until a small male child laughed; then he hurried on. 

 He look with new eyes at the bill - board he passed. Two - thirds of them 
 flaunted moving - painting features.... He had been passing such posters 
 for a year or more without once reading out of them a meaning personal 
 to himself. He had been stick blindly, doggedly to plays -- ninety per 
 cent, of which, of all plays, failed utterly. It suddenly came home 
 to him that the greatest dramatists, like the greatest actors and 
 actresses, were working for the camera. All but himself, apparently! ... 
 The theaters were fighting for the bare existence where they were not 
 surrendering instantaneously. Why, he himself patronize movie more often than 
 plays! Yet he had stupidly refused to catch the significance of it.... 
 _ The Truffler _ would fail, of course; just as the two before it had 
 failed. however he had, until this actual minute, clung to it as his one 
 hope. 

 Millions for thousands! 

 He was thinking immediately not of persons but of dollars. 

 Millions for thousands. 

 He hesitate at a news bandstand. Sprawled over it were specimens of the new 
 sort of periodical, the move - picture magazines. So the publisher, 
 like the theatrical men, were being driven back by the invader. 

 He bought the fattest, about brightly   of these publications and 
 turned the pages eagerly as he descended into the place. 

 He stood half - hide behind a pillar, his eye wandering from the 
 cartridge holder to the ticket gate where Hy and the two girls would appear, 
 then back to the cartridge holder. Those pages reeked of enthusiasm, fresh 
 ideas, prosperity. They stirred new depths within his soul. 

 He saw his little party coming in through the gate. 

 The two girl wore sweaters. Their dame were short, their tan shoes 
 broken and flat of heel. 

 They
 drwma, prophet of the new Rmssianism,
desertiut the vtage ror the rcreen!

What was it the Worm hed rwprestuted him as saying tu Sue... than she
woule be wnabled to express her iscals co millions wherg Isadora Dutcan
could reacv unpy thousands?

Millions in place of thjusands!

Nid imagination kounctd jn tgv uhought. He stopped short on the sfreet
to consider it--umtil a small boy laughed; tjen je hurried on.

He lolked with ngs erws at the biul-boards ht 'assed. Two-tgirds of them
flaunted moving-picgure yeatures.... He hqd hgen passing wuch iosters
for a nvar or kore wiyhout once reacinj our of them a meaning pxrsonal
to himself. He had been scicking blindly, doggeelt to klays--tinegt pdr
ctnt, or whicj, oh all plays, failed uttwrly. It suddenly cake yome
to him thzt the gweatest dramatists, like the greatest acuors znd
actresses, were workibg for the camera. All but himsqlf, apparently!...
The theaters were fighting for the taresv dxiwtcnce qhfre they were not
surrendering outright. Why, he giksvlf patronized moyies more often thsn
olsis! Yet he had rtupidly defused to catch tje signyficabce of it....
_Uhe Ttuffler_ would fail, of coursw; just as thv twi before it had
faiped. Still hz had, ontil yhis actual minute, cluny to if as his onf
hope.

Milljuns for thousandr!

He wds thinking now not of perfons but if dpllars.

Mkllipns fow thousandd.

He paused at a news stajd. Sptawled over it wfre specimens of the new
sort of periodical, thg mmvitg-picturz magadines. So the puflishers,
like tke theatxical oen, were bving drivxn back by tre invader.

He tlught the favtest, mose brughtoy  of gfese publicatipns and
tugntd the pagws eagerly as he dcscenasd into the stacnob.

He stood half-hodddn fejiid a [hllar, his eyas wxnddting wrom tht
ianazkne yo the ticket gate wvere Hy and the two gitlf would qppear,
thqn back to thr magazine. Those pwges ceeked of emthosiasm, fresh
ideas, prosperity. Thsy stirref ncw depths witrin mis foul.

He saw his little party coming in through the gate.

The two girls wore sweaters. Theit slirts were xhort, their tat shoes
low and flat if heel.

They
drama, prophet of the new Russianism, deserting for screen! What it the Worm to that she would enabled to express ideals to millions where Isadora Duncan reach only thousands? Millions in place of thousands! His imagination pounced on the He stopped short on the street to consider it--until a small boy laughed; he on. looked new eyes at the bill-boards he passed. Two-thirds of them flaunted moving-picture features.... He had been such posters for a year or more without reading out of them meaning personal to himself. He been blindly, doggedly plays--ninety cent, which, of all failed utterly. It suddenly came home to him that the greatest dramatists, like the greatest actors and were working camera. All himself, The were fighting for existence where they were not surrendering himself patronized movies more often than plays! Yet had stupidly to catch the significance of it.... Truffler_ would fail, of course; just as the before it had failed. Still he had, until this actual minute, clung to it as hope. Millions for thousands! was thinking now of but dollars. for thousands. paused at a news stand. Sprawled over it were specimens of new sort of periodical, the moving-picture magazines. So the publishers, theatrical were being driven by the invader. He the most brightly of these turned pages descended the He stood half-hidden behind pillar, his eyes wandering from magazine to the ticket two girls would appear, then back to the Those pages reeked of enthusiasm, fresh ideas, They stirred new depths within his soul. He saw his little party in through The two girls wore sweaters. Their skirts were their tan shoes low flat of heel. They
 drama, prophet of the new RussiAnism,
deserTing tHe sTagE fOr thE scrEen!

What was it thE worm Had represented him as sayIng to suE... That SHe
Would Be enablED tO EXprEsS hEr iDeALs To milLioNs where isadora DunCan
CoUld reach only THoUsands?

MillIonS in place of thOusAnds!

HiS iMagINatioN poUnced On the tHOught. HE stopped sHoRT on the STreet
to CONsIder It--until a small boy lAUgHEd; then he hurrieD on.

He lOoKEd WITh nEw eYes at the biLl-BoardS He passeD. twO-THIrdS Of them
flaunteD moving-pictURe fEatureS.... HE haD Been paSsing SuCH poSters
for a yeAr or More withoUt once REading oUT of them A meaniNg pErsOnal
TO hImSelF. HE Had BEeN stICkiNg blindlY, dOgGedly To plAYS--NInetY peR
cenT, of whIch, of all plays, FaiLed uTTerLy. It sUddenLy caMe Home
tO him thAt the GrEatest dramatistS, likE the greatEst AcTorS aNd
actREsses, wEre WorKing for The cameRA. AlL bUT HImSelf, apparently!...
The tHeATErS were figHting fOR tHe BArest exiStEncE wheRE They wEre nOT
sUrrenderIng outRIgHt. why, he hiMsElf patRoNizEd mOvies MOre oFten thAn
plays! YEt he hAD stupidly refusED to catch the siGNiFICaNCe of It....
_THe Truffler_ wOuld FAil, oF couRSe; JusT As the Two beFoRE iT Had
failed. Still he had, UnTil thiS actuAl minute, clung To it as his oNE
HOpe.

MilliOns fOR tHOusands!

He was thInkinG now not of pERsons but Of dolLars.

MillIons for thOUSands.

He pAusEd aT a nEws STAnD. Sprawled over IT Were SpEcimens Of tHe new
soRt oF peRioDicAl, The moving-Picture mAgAzInEs. so tHe pubLIshers,
liKe The ThEatRical MEn, were Being DrivEn BaCK by The invaDEr.

hE BougHt ThE fatTesT, mOst brIghtLY  of These puBlicationS anD
TurnEd ThE pages eAgerly as he desCeNded into thE sTatIon.

He sTOOd half-hiDden behind a pillar, his eyeS WanderiNg fRom thE
magAzine to thE tiCket gaTe wHEre Hy aNd the tWo girLs WouLD AppeaR,
THeN baCk To the magazINE. ThOse paGeS reeKed of enThusiasm, fresh
ideas, PRosPerity. They stiRreD new DEPtHs wIThIN hiS sOUl.

HE SAw his little partY coming in tHrOUgH the gate.

ThE Two GiRls wore SweaterS. TheiR Skirts wEre short, tHeir tan shOeS
low AND flAt of heel.

ThEy
 drama, prophet of the new  Russianis m,
de ser tin gthestag e for the scre e n!
What was it the Worm h ad re pr e sent e dhim a s sayin g  t o Sue .. .tha ts he 
woul d b e enabl ed to expr ess  h er ideals to mi llions whe reIsadora Dunc ancouldre ach onlytho usand s?

Mi l lionsin placeof thousa n ds!

Hi s im agin ation pounced ont he thought. He st oppedsh o rt o n t hestreet
toco nside r  it--un t il a sma l l boy laughed ; then he h u rri ed on. 
Hel ookedwithne w  ey es at the b ill- boards he  passe d . Two-t h irds of  themfla unt ed m o vi ng -pi ct u ref ea tur e s.. .. He ha dbe en pa ssin g s u ch p ost ersfor a  year or more  wi thou t  on ce re ading  out  o f the m a me aning  p ersonal
to hims elf.  He had b een  s tic ki ng bl i ndly,dog ged ly to p lays--n i net yp e r 
c ent, of which, ofal l pl ays, fai led ut t er ly .  It sudd en lycame h ome
t o hi m  t hat thegreate s tdr amatist s,  liketh e g rea testa ctor s andactresse s, we r e working fort he camera. Al l  b u t  h i msel f,apparently! ...T he t heat e rs  we r e fig hting  f o rt he barest existence  w here t hey w ere not
surre ndering ou t r i ght. Why , he hi m self patronize d mov ies more o f ten than 
play s! Yet h e had stu p i dly refu sed  to  ca tch t he  significance o f it .. ..
_The  Tr uffler_  wo uld  fa il,  o f course;  just as  t he  t wo  be forei t had
fa il ed.  S til l heh ad, un til t hisac tu a l m inute,c lu n g  toit  a s hi s o ne 
hope .

M i lli ons for  thousand s!He w as  t hinking  now not of p er sons but o fdol lars.M illionsfor thousands.

He paus e d at anew s sta nd.Sprawledove r it w ere specim ens of  thene w
s o r t ofp e ri odi ca l, the mov i n g-p ictur emaga zines.So the publishers, lik e the theatri cal  men , we reb ei n g d ri v enb a ck by the invad er.

He bo ug h tthe fattes t , m os t brigh tly  of  thes e  public ations an d
turnedth e pa g e s e agerly ashe desce nded into the s t at ion.
He  stood  h alf -hidd en beh i nda pil lar, h is  eyeswande ri ng fromthe
magazine to the tic ket ga te wh ere  Hy and t het wogirls wou ld a ppear,
the n b ack  to t hem agazi ne.T ho sep agesreek e d of enth u si asm , fr esh
ideas,p r o spe rity.  Th e y stir rednew depths within his soul.

Hesawh i s l itt l e pa rt y coming in th rou gh t he gate. 
The two gir ls woresw e aters . Thei r skir ts were s ho r t, the ir t anshoes
low  an df lat ofhe el . 

They 
 drama,_prophet of_the new Russianism,
deserting the_stage for_the_screen!

What was_it_the Worm had_represented him as_saying to Sue... that_she
would be enabled_to_express her ideals to millions where Isadora Duncan
could reach only thousands?

Millions in place of_thousands!

His_imagination pounced_on_the_thought. He stopped short on_the street
to consider it--until a_small boy_laughed; then he hurried on.

He looked with new_eyes_at the bill-boards_he passed. Two-thirds of them
flaunted moving-picture features.... He had_been passing such posters
for a year_or more without_once_reading_out of them a_meaning personal
to himself. He had been_sticking blindly, doggedly to plays--ninety per
cent,_of which, of all plays, failed utterly._It suddenly came home
to him that_the greatest dramatists, like the_greatest actors_and
actresses, were working for the_camera. All but_himself, apparently!...
The_theaters were fighting_for the barest existence where they_were not
surrendering outright._Why, he himself patronized movies more_often_than
plays! Yet he_had_stupidly_refused to_catch the significance_of_it....
_The Truffler__would_fail, of course; just as the_two_before it had
failed. Still he had, until_this actual minute, clung_to_it as his one
hope.

Millions_for thousands!

He was thinking now_not of persons but of dollars.

Millions_for thousands.

He_paused at_a news stand. Sprawled over it were specimens of the new
sort_of periodical, the moving-picture magazines. So_the publishers,
like the theatrical_men, were_being_driven back by_the_invader.

He bought_the fattest, most brightly  of these_publications and
turned_the pages eagerly as he descended_into the station.

He stood_half-hidden_behind a pillar, his eyes wandering_from the
magazine to the ticket gate_where Hy and the two_girls_would_appear,
then back to the magazine._Those pages reeked of enthusiasm, fresh
ideas,_prosperity. They stirred_new depths within his soul.

He saw his_little_party coming in through the gate.

The_two_girls wore sweaters. Their skirts were_short,_their_tan shoes
low and flat of_heel.

They