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The Evening Ledger Amusement Section, Saturday, December 11, 1915
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"THERE WAS THE
ATMOSPHERE!"
Yes, the Exhibitors' Ball Was
All It Onght to Have
Been
Her mother named her Patricia, bat
they call ber Patsjr dcForert tip at "La-
bln'a. It was she who rave the best
Idea of lost what the Motion Picture Kr
htbliora Ball was, when on "Wednesdar
nlcbt. In TnrnnejsielBde Ball, ebe yelled
across the line -of the crand march to
Bar Reeves and said
This U the atmosphere."
So K was. The "HtPln 0f the ecreea
asA "-(he Jear pobjic were -wortinr te-
cec&s; and to their a4sUrann lor each
cthef jBa an cnast eat of a mere-ban.
It was a treat tor ereryhody. The crery-
day clrls without a career went high into
the field of happiness because they had a
chance to meet their heroines (and heroes)
and the folic who appear as a rule so
silently found a lot to appreciate in ordi
nary people. It was really a mutual ad
miration society.
They said they would start at S and
they did. They said they would stop at
X and they did not. It was some party.
Dascme; Tauderffle, table conferences
ever the classes and the bows of the
studio artists. If there Is to be a single
thing picked oat as the best, one would
hare to say tt was the formal appearance
of the picture stars on the stage. Just to
say heOe. They all did it so prettily, espe
cially the cirls. How demure and bashful
and innocent of public acquaintance they
teemed. One would have tboucht they
reaBy weren't ssed to meetinc people.
There were 00 speeches. It was simply
ffocstfava of looSdac and smiling' one's
prettiest. Then they drifted off into the
ense? ttarefc. That was at midnight.
LSKas lorraice and Earle Metcalfe did
the honors and the rest trooped happily
behind. The D. P. only watched.
The dancing was immense. Such music!
Here everybody was on the same ground,
and the D. of the S. took full advantage
of being able to be in some one else's
arms without having- to play at making
love. And the men who make their living
in ordinary ways were none too slow in
realizing it.
It was a good chance, too, to pretend.
Lois Meredith was taken for one of Phil
adelphia's society girls Just come from
Tony BIddle's concert at the Bellevue
Stratford. Many a girl, whose only ex
perience in the moTing-plcture theatre
has been got through the front door via
the ticket window, was made happy be
cause she was made to feel that she be
lonxed to the fraternity, and one of them
tried to kid Sam Spoodon Into belierinS
It. They said up there that Sam was
the dean of publicity agents in the
merries, and his kind of person Is usually
Informed.
The press agents were much In the ma
jority. There must hare been three of
them to one of everything else, and they
were in no wise backward about intro
ducing themselves.
There was one very pretty person whom
everybody was asking about. "Who does
she play with?" they wanted to know.
She doesn't play with anybody, but it
isn't so confidential that one mayn't tell
that "she" was Mrs. Abe Einstein, whose
ubXMultous husband was at once in as
many places as the SI Stanley Theatres
be represents. He paid absolutely no at
tention to his wife, but other people did.
Jay Emanuel, who ran the whole thing,
was a much besieged man by the repre
sentatives of Pathe, World, Vltagraph,
Edison and all the other studios, each of
whom wanted him to know that his re
spective delegation of stars was the
largest and the best. Jay is a diplomat.
He agreed with them atL
The ball get better as It went along.
When It started you could hear somo
young man say: "There, that's Frances
Nelson: Isn't she pretty?" or some young
girl say: "Look! I see Arnold Daly,"
but that sort of thine passed, for soon