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Growing
Up With The Movies
by
Florence Lawrence













































Here's another article from 1921 published just
as Florence was staging her screen "comeback" in The Enfoldment.
This article was originally
published in the May 1921 issue of Photoplay magazine and written by .Adela
Rogers St. Johns was a journalist, novelist and screenwriter. The images used
below were scanned from the original article, which was subtitled The
amazing story of a great come-back.

Florence Lawrence is coming back to the screen.
Florence Lawrence, the first screen star, the first movie queen. "The Biograph
Girl."
Do you remember her?
After six years, she is going to walk again the path she pioneered.
And now that I have talked to her, I cannot help wondering whether her return is
to be a triumph of a tragedy.
She is still a pretty woman. And young quite young.
I cannot tell you why she struck me instantly as being such a sad figure. But
when I first saw her, I felt my heart stop and sink a little as it did when I
first saw the vacant places in the ranks of the returned, marching regiments of
Yankees.
She has in her blue eyes the same look I saw in Sarah Bernhardt's the last time
she came to America — that look of brave, spiritual struggle against
overwhelming odds, the look of a woman who knows what it is to fight a losing
fight.
Yet she is quite gay, fluffy, blonde, and given to sweet and rather easy
laughter. In no wise a gloomy person. She talks cheerfully, entertainingly, and
you must read between the lines to patch together the story of her sorrows, but
over and over again I felt a lump in my throat.
It is only that she has that soft, constant gentleness of manner, that unfailing
kindness of speech and action that I have never seen except in people who have
been hurt so much themselves that they wish above everything in the world never
to hurt anyone else.
If there is a garden in Florence Lawrence's face, it is as full of little white
crosses as Flanders Fields.
I found her in her room in a small hotel on a side street in Hollywood. It was
rather a shabby little room, but its windows looked out over the gray city roofs
upon a western sky that nightly showed the glory of a California sunset.
There were flowers in a white pitcher, and a huge box of chocolates and a sweet,
pungent smell of oranges from a big basket on the floor beside the couch-bed. On
a chair was a cardboard box that frothed with pink silk and lace and ribbons. So
it managed somehow to be quite cheerful and feminine in spite of the handicap of
its drab wallpaper, and its ugly furniture.
But it was the last room where you would expect to find a motion picture star.
Rather it was the room of a woman who has long since learned the soullessness of
luxury and whose eyes have seen down the long vista of years yet to be lived, I
am sure she would rather have had that sunset window than the most elegant suite
at the Alexandria.
I know — as part of the short but crowded history of motion pictures — the story
of Florence Lawrence. I know that she was the first motion picture star, the
idol of thousands who first answered the lure of the screen. I know that only
the brief span of ten or twelve years ago she was "The Biograph Girl,"
photographed, sought after, marveled over, adored. I know that she was the first
D. W. Griffith star - the girl who made all the famous two reel pictures for
"The Imp." and for the Victor film company, "in the beginning."

Only the day before I went to see her, that splendid actor and fine director,
Jim Kirkwood, said to me, "Florence Lawrence was one of the finest screen
actresses that ever lived. If she's as good now as she was ten years ago you can
discount the "advance in motion picture art" and bet she'll give some of the
newcomers a run for their money. She's a great artist."
I had never seen her, and pictured a rather worldly woman, returning to the
screen after her long absence with some condescension backed securely by
millions of St. Louis money, a woman perhaps a bit passé, but assured,
self-confident, triumphant.
But I never counted upon the long, harrowing months of illness — brought about
by a fall through a burning building while she was making her last picture — nor
upon the years of quiet retirement this illness necessitated, nor upon the sad
death of her husband, her present strangeness amid changed conditions the mental
and physical strain of actually beginning all over again her fight for public
favor, and the deep wound that was to cut her on finding how short, how very
short, is the memory not only of the public but of fair-weather friends.
If the old, oft-repeated theory is true that one must have lived, suffered, in
order to act — then Florence Lawrence returns to the screen with a boundless
treasury.
She showed me some poetry that she had written during the long, pain-racked,
bed-ridden months — years — that she spent in her beautiful Jersey home — the
home that represents her sole reward for those years of pioneer labor. It was
not good poetry, but it brought tears to my eyes just the same. Little, simple
things called "Alone" and "My Hope" and "Heartbroken." Things that brought me a
vision of a light-hearted, triumphant girl, standing ten years ago in a smaller
way where Mary Pickford stands today suddenly stranded in the marshy backwaters
of life, striving to express her heartbreak through an unfamiliar medium.

She did not say so, but as we talked I gathered the impression she had not
desired to return to the screen. I am also sure she shrank from the tremendous
effort, from taking up the struggle against the great, new competition. She is
wise, with the simple wisdom of experience, and she realizes that the strongest
thing she has to fight is the stubborn, cynical belief of the world expressed in
"They never come back."
"Sometimes," she said smiling, "I think it is harder to 'come back' than to
'arrive.' People do not like to have their beliefs disturbed."
Nor did she tell me why she decided after all to make the venture. But as she
talked of her mother, her husband's death, the years of terrific expense of
doctors, nurses, travel, I suspected that the little fortune (for the films had
not then reached the swollen fortunes of today) she had accumulated when she
took America by storm as the first movie queen had dwindled until it seemed no
longer an adequate barrier for two women alone in the world. Then, too, I
believe she has a deep, sincere love of her work, that drew her when she found
herself physically able to go on with it.
"No one is ever happy unless they have their work to do," she said with quiet
conviction. "I do not think I have forgotten much. They used to say I 'grew up
with the industry.' But it has outgrown me now. It is like coming back to your
old home to find it changed, and all of your family and neighbors moved away.
But - screen acting is like swimming. If you once knew how you never forget. I
had a great schooling. But it takes a little courage to make the first plunge."
When you come to think about it, it is rather a brave soul-trying thing. She has
returned to a land where once she ruled supreme, where he name was the magic
word, to find herself an outsider, her place usurped, her very name forgotten by
gatemen at the studios.
Not only the thousands who penned to Florence Lawrence those first fan letters
have forgotten her, but people to whom she was kind when her star was in its
zenith, people who should have remembered, have ceased to do so. A famous
producer who played extras in her company when she was starring was "out" when
she called, a great director once her leading man: girls who today have their
names in electric lights but who used to borrow her make-up and her gowns,
overlooked her return.
It is an old, old story — "The Queen is dead. Love live the Queen."
She is not bitter. But she is hurt.
As I watched her, in her simple, tasteful blue gown, her lovely, fluffy blonde
hair as bright as an ingénue's, her smiling eyes as blue, her figure firm and
erect, it did not seem possible that this girl had already walked through so
many of life's valleys.
For — it makes me smile to think of it — she is only 29. Not really an old lady,
you see. In fact, now even a bit younger than some of our highest paid
luminaries. She is frail, easily tired, a bit uncertain of herself, but she is
still lovely. She has a long scar under her chin from her fall, that adds to the
strange pathos of her, but it is no deeper than the one Nazimova carries on her
cheek and which the make-up hides so perfectly even from the all-seeing eye of
the camera.
She showed me her scrapbooks — fascinating, hoarded history of past glory. As we
looked at thousands of pictures which showed her the central figure with such
people in her support as Mary Pickford, Owen and Todd Moore, Arthur Johnson,
King Baggot, George Loane Tucker, Mack Sennett, Thomas H. Ince - she had the
sweetest smile on her lips. But when she turned the pages where column after
column sang her praises, where city after city hailed her arrival with eight
column heads, where mobs greeted her appearances, I noticed her hand tremble a
little.
"It's a big citadel I'm attacking," she said. "Times have changed. Today there
are thousands besieging it. I know that actors and actresses of world renown
have come to the films. The studios now are so wonderful. The studios where we
worked with the old cameras, no lights, insufficient props, and buildings. Mr.
Griffith made those old two reelers that were the first step up. And I helped
him. Every technical handicap was overcome, there are wonderful men in every
department and I am amazed, delighted. But — I would not take anything for my
experience in working against every handicap. Somehow I feel sure that I am
going to succeed. I — I must!"
Her first picture is a story called "The Unfoldment" by George Kerns, head of
Producers Pictures Corporation, organized to bring her back to the screen.
William Conklin is to be her leading man.
I heard an old stage carpenter, down and out, whom she had looked up and helped
in his trouble, say the other day, "She was the best of 'em all. I ain't seen
anybody yet touch what she used to be and I seen most of 'em work. She could
make folks lover her, she could."
They used to call her "the girl with a thousand faces." If she had a thousand
then, at 16-17-20-she ought to have 10,000 now. If she does "come back" — if she
can find herself in the new conditions, win back her place in the hearts of the
people — what a triumph it will be!



When Florence Annie Bridgwood was born on January 2, 1886, no one could have
predicted that she would become a movie star... because movies weren't
exactly being made yet!!! There had been several advancements in technology
leading up to the establishment of "motion pictures," but it wouldn't be
until 1889, three years hence, that Thomas Edison would invent the
Kinetoscope, which would alter the entire realm of cinematic possibilities.
True, Florence was far from "Hollywoodland," born in Hamilton, ON to George
Bridgwood (carriage builder) and Charlotte "Lotta" Dunn (actress). The baby
of 7 other children, 4 step siblings and two biological brothers (George and
Walter), she was destined to be lost in the shuffle. Not so at all!
Flo never really knew her father. She spent the majority of her childhood
away with her mother, George, and Walter, touring with the Lawrence Dramatic
Company. An impassioned and gifted woman, Lotta was not meant to be some
boring housewife, so she took her kids along with her as she tried to make
an independent living, though she never divorced her husband. While George
and Walter did not act past their adolescence, Flo got the itch young and
couldn't scratch it for the rest of her life. She began appearing with her
mother on stage at the age of 3. The company had noticed her ability to pick
up dances and mimic expressions, so they worked her into the routines. She
would wander on stage, seemingly lost, and the audience would giggle at the
supposed mishap. Then, she would slowly join in with her mother's act, which
of course left the audience in stitches. She would become known for her
uncanny abilities as a tune whistler as she grew older, and having clearly
received her calling, she and her mom went pro, changing their last names to
"Lawrence," after the company.
As a little performer, Flo was a quick learner and a natural talent, who
could light up the room with her abilities and energy. Passionate like her
mother, she had a fire within her that would not be quenched, and the
audience merely radiated in its warmth. A lovely singer, dancer, and
comedienne, Flo also had a penchant for the dramatic, although as a young
child she let the weight of the subject matter overcome her at times. She
would often cry herself to sleep at night, worried that she had made her
audience sad. Her deep attachment to her work would always be a part of her
life, but as she grew she did not let the gravity dampen her spirits quite
as much. Ups and downs in her demeanor were always a present factor, but
most people didn't notice. She tended to put her best face on and put all of
her energy into pleasing the crowds, while remaining equally professional
behind the scenes.
At 10, Flo's father passed away, though the loss had little effect on her.
It was her mother that was her true compatriot. Lotta was definitely an
intelligent and ambitious woman, but luckily she wasn't a control freak. She
inspired her daughter to be the best she could be, and Flo would spend her
life trying to do so, but Lotta would not put her own hopes on Flo's
shoulders. She had dreams of her own and did not expect Flo to fulfill her
own failed ambitions. They were a separate but equal team. After her
husband's death, Lotta took her three children to live with her mother,
Grandma Ann Dunn, in Buffalo, New York, and the kids finally got the
pleasure of a public education. Flo was the class clown and a tom boy, who
led a "gang" of boys, played baseball, road horses, and (after breaking her
nose playing ball) took up cheerleading as well. She was still an artist
though, and she was quite proficient at both the violin and the cornet.
Though she had enjoyed the slow pace of a normal life, Florence wanted
something new... a change! This was also an aspect of her personality that
would dictate many of her decisions in life. Impulsive and mercurial, Flo
would begin one thing to drop it not much later, then pick it up again, then
drop it, etc. What she wanted now was the stage! She and her mother began
actively seeking employment with different companies to little effect. There
weren't too many plays being produced due to the fact that there was new
competition in town: motion pictures. The Great Train Robbery had
been released in 1903 when Flo was 17. She also recalled seeing Rip Van
Winkle. She found flicker shows entertaining, but had no real interest
in pursuing a career in front of the camera. There was still a stigma
attached to "film acting," and most of the beginning motion picture actors
weren't even actors at all... Just regular Joes and Janes looking to make a
buck. Eventually, due to the latter necessity, Flo began submitting herself
for screen work. At least it was acting!
Wandering over to the Edison Studios at 41 East 21st Street with Lotta, Flo
was introduced to a slew of girls looking for work. Fortunately, Edwin
Porter and Wallace McCutcheon singled her out, mostly for the needed
physical characteristics she possessed, and cast her as one of the daughters
in Daniel Boone. Exteriors were filmed in zero degree weather in
Bronx Park, and interiors were filmed atop the studio on the single set
roof. It was fortunate that Flo knew how to ride a horse, for it would be
required of her role. In 1907, Flo saw herself on film for the first time...
and was horrified! Not by her performance, but by the inconsistencies of her
frontier character wearing high-heeled shoes! She liked the look of herself
on the screen, and became fascinated with the new medium. She vowed to
educate herself as much as possible about it, and seeing the future of film,
decided to quit the stage and enter a life on the screen. Surprisingly,
Lotta protested, worried that Flo would shame the family as a film actress.
Flo didn't care. This was it!
Flo auditioned everywhere, finally landing at Vitagraph Studios. Her next
big picture was The Despatch Barer, a Civil War drama in which Flo
was almost killed! While riding a horse through the woods, she was nearly
driven right into a tree. This would not be the last time she put her life
in danger. Early filmmakers were true renegades; pioneers in a new world
with no rules, no limits, and no protection. Their bold, and often crazy,
moves paved the way for those who would follow. Vitagraph was an important
example of this. One of the first official film companies, it was
experimental and innovative, pushing the envelope in terms of storytelling
with adaptations of Mark Twain and Shakespeare. Their film Romeo and
Juliet is a subject of some controversy, with regard to Flo. Some
historians credit her as playing Juliet, and others credit her contemporary
Florence Turner. Vitagraph films remain some of the best preserved and most
accessible silents to this day.
Flo made movie after movie at her new home with Vitagraph, including The
Athletic Girls of America, which put her tomboy past to use, and The
Viking's Daughter. She had another stroke of luck when she met Harry
Solter, a fellow struggling actor. He was given a break when, much like Flo,
he was cast at Vitagraph due to the fact that he matched the physical
description of a needed character. Actually, he matched the the build of his
director, who wanted to perform the stunt driving in his next film and
needed a lead with a similar body type to perform the non-action oriented
portion! Solter, coincidentally, had become friends with one David Wark
Griffith in San Francisco. He tried to get his pal DW a job at Vita, but
David wound up working at Edison.
Harry and Flo, however, got on swimmingly, and Harry fell hard for the
golden haired beauty, but he had more than his share of competition! Flo
seemed to favor Harry's advances, and in time he grew closer to her than her
other suitors. He came to see how hard a worker Flo was, how much she sought
her mother's approval as well as her own high standards. She was at times
dangerously self-critical. But he admired her perseverance and courage, as
well as her abundant acting talent. When Harry and DW made the move to
Biograph Studios together, Harry decided to take his girl with him. When
sent to find a new lead actress for the studio, Harry, now an assistant
director, was supposed to get Florence Turner. He brought back Florence
Lawrence instead. Luckily, she had the acting chops to make his bold move
worthwhile. Flo would now be earning $25/wk at the new studio, and she was
no longer required to make her own wardrobe or paint back-drops! Finally,
she was paid to act and act alone!
The First Star in the
Constellation
Movies were becoming big business! By 1909 there were 9000 theaters
operating nationwide. Because Flo was a legitimate actress, she became a
real asset to Biograph. In fact, other film producers saw her talent and
came calling, trying to lure her away to their studios. For now, she was
content to rotate with Linda Arvidson and Marion Leonard for the lead female
roles at Bio, and the rest of the time contributed in supporting or
background work. Her first big leads with the new company were Betrayed
by a Handprint and Behind the Scenes. Flo was in bliss, though as
a hot-headed business woman she more than once got miffed with DW went to
her boyfriend Harry to negotiate her career and not her! She was definitely
a pre-feminist.
On Aug. 30, 1908, Harry went from being her boyfriend to being her
husband when the two eloped to Elizabeth, NJ. They kept their union a
secret, as many actors in the early studios did. Even DW kept his
relationship with Linda Arvidson a secret when she became his wife. Harry
was not the only one smitten with sweet Flo. By this time, the first fan
mail had begun to arrive at Biograph. Normally, the letters were from
lovesick boys or solicitous married men, but a good deal came from women
too, who indentified with Florence's honest portrayals. Despite her
histrionic and exaggerated acting style, audiences still saw something they
could relate too. The humility she gave her characters was felt and more
than appreciated. DW loved working with her, because she could keep up with
his specific directing methods. These were strange days, when actors would
arrive to work with no idea who they would be that day! Scenarios were often
written on the spot and the possibilities were endless, so you had to be on
your toes-- especially with DW, who of course did all of his own writing.
An important step in the acceptance of film, not just as entertainment, but
as art, came when the magazine "Motion Picture World" began publishing film
reviews. At the start, the reviews were clumsy, basically recapping the
action, but later the writers really began to look at interpretation,
performance, technicality, and style. A difficult part about writing these
reviews, however, was that none of the actors' names were released.
Performers were referred to by their characters' names only. The studios'
reasoning for this was a) they didn't want their actors to get too much
power, resulting in the inmates running the asylum, and b) studios hadn't
actually realized how beneficial it would be to profits to market their
performers. So, Flo remained nameless in her reviews, which were always
stellar.
1909 was an important year for Flo, in that it marked the beginning of what
would be her most popular film series- The "Jonesy" Comedies. They were
slapstick vehicles in which she played Mrs. Jones opposite John Cumpson, Mr.
Jones. A favorite costar of hers whom she would also collaborate with often
was Arthur V. Johnson, an early silent heartthrob (and alcoholic). They were
fast friends and allies with very similar humors. On May 9th of this year,
Florence performed in The Resurrection, her most praised and
remembered film to date. She played Katusha to superb effect in this Tolstoy
adaptation, with Arthur played opposite as Dmitri. Her performance is said
to have been remarkable; the world was falling under her spell. The film was
also an accomplishment technically speaking, for people couldn't believe
that such an epic novel could so succinctly be translated into a mere 15
minutes of film! By the time Flo appeared in Lady Helen's Escapade,
she had been given her first of many nicknames: The Biograph Girl.
Ironically, it was at about this time that Flo would meet the little golden
girl who would later take this title from her: Gladys Smith aka Mary
Pickford. Not knowing that the pretty little thing was a threat, Flo liked
her right away. In fact, she, Mary, and Gertrude Robinson would often joke
about who was the shortest between the three of them, for all were
incredibly petite. Lilian Gish also began to appear on the scene, and she
and Mary would be two of the women most responsible for elevating film
acting to a whole knew level- one of subtlety and understatement. Their
performances would in time render Florence's "balls-out" style obsolete, but
for now the Queen was safe.
Despite her current success, Flo was beginning to get a case of the "antsies."
She had been at the status quo for too long-- she had divided and conquered,
and now she was ready for new territory! She and Harry decided to break out
on their own and freelance. (Sound the death knell). Such a move went
against the newly established "Trust" that had pooled all of the studio
patents and awarded licenses to all within the said group. It was
essentially a way to maintain order and control by the bigger guy over the
little guy in the business.Only those with a license could buy film, and
thus make films. By defying the hierarchical system, Flo and Harry were
taking a real risk, one that left them black-listed and unemployed. Flo
didn't care. She knew the power she had with audiences, and she trusted that
it would get her somewhere.
In the meantime, while Flo was idle, audiences demanded to know where their
favorite actress had disappeared to?! Letter upon letter arrived to Biograph,
asking why no sign of her was to be seen in any of the new films being
produced. People bought tickets to movies at this time not really knowing
who would be in it, or even what the story would be about-- there weren't
trailers yet, remember-- so when they were disappointed again and again by
their favorite Biograph Girl's absence, they grew miffed. Flo was doing her
very best to get back into the limelight. She tried to get work at Essanay,
but they wouldn't hire her for fear of upsetting the Trust. It was the
equally bull-headed and independent producer Carl Laemmle who would take her
on. His company, The Independent Motion Picture Company of America (IMP)
scooped her right up and made her the "IMP Girl." In the Summer of 1909, Flo
joined their already superb roster: William V. Ranous, George Loane Tucker,
John Brownwell, J. Farreli MacDonald, Owen Moore (soon to be Mr. Pickford),
John Cumpson, Thomas Ince, and the real coup- King Baggott.
Because the studio was independent, conditions weren't as spiffy at IMP as
they had been at Bio. Laemmle was often going into near bankruptcy to keep
his small studio afloat, and he was also in constant legal battles with the
trust. The studio was operated very shoddily with little in terms of money,
tech, costume, or props. Still, they pressed on. Flo's first IMP film was
Love's Strangers, and she worked steadily making a one-reel film, and
later two one-reel films, per week. Laemmle was also the one responsible for
starting the first publicity campaigns to get Florence's name into the
public. He recognized the benefit of having a recognizable actress to
advertise his films, draw in audiences, and thus draw in money to his
theaters. Previous to this, theater owners hadn't considered the ability of
a performer to sell a film, but Laemmle was a real business man, and his
smarts would change the biz forever.
The use of actors in advertising began slowly with lobby cards and
photographs of the players. This failed to please audience demand. Seeing
gold, Laemmle decided that he wanted the world to know Florence-- for her
face and name to be as familiar to them as the President's! So, he pulled a
little stunt and found a way to start a rumor that the IMP Girl, FLORENCE
LAWRENCE, had been run over by a car. When it hit the presses, it was hot
news. People were devastated, until of course it was revealed that Flo was
alive and well. Then Laemmle took it a step further by having Flo make a
hugely publicized personal appearance in St. Louis to prove to her fans that
she had not "met her tragic end beneath the wheels of a speeding motor car."
When she arrived at the station, her fans were so ecstatic to see her that
they tore her hat from her head and the buttons from her clothes! Florence
was both terrified and invigorated! She quickly became the highest paid
actress in showbiz. After this, Laemmle would use the name of the "Girl of a
Thousand Faces" to advertise all of her movies. Other studios followed suit,
like Vitagraph, who made Florence Turner their #1 actress. But, there was no
denying who the real star was. The first true star. All hail Florence
Lawrence!!!
What Goes Up...
It seemed that F lo
had everything she wanted: the career of her dreams, wealth, stardom,
adulation... But inside her still lurked the insecure and sensitive girl
whose emotions, so effective on screen, weighed her down in her private
life. Not only did Flo empathize too heavily with her dramatic roles, just
as she had as a child, but she continued to place incredible stress and
pressure on herself to constantly improve, or at the very least maintain her
position at #1. The obvious result of this was the collapse of her marriage,
which was beginning to show strain of its own. Of course, Harry was no help.
An emotionally needy man, he was threatened by the attention Florence was
getting, and thusly the attention she gave her work and not him. In a way,
he seemed to want to sabotage her career, and unfortunately, Flo, who was
too spontaneous to be a good business woman, often followed his bad advice.
As a result, she ended her contract with the man who had made her a star,
Laemmle, and said goodbye to IMP. She quickly signed up with Sigmund Lubin
sometime around Nov. of 1910. Laemmle sued her for breaking her contract,
which didn't help Flo's finances since she was supporting her mother and
brother Walter. It seemed a smart move when she invested in real estate, but
this was plagued as well when the home she purchased went up in flames after
the contractor disappeared with her money! The final blow came when Flo
learned that Mary Pickford had taken her place at IMP, once again swooping
in to take advantage of the opportunities Flo had naively given away.
Flo focused on work, making His Bogus Uncle in January of 1911. In
1912, "Photoplay" appeared, the first magazine completely dedicated to film
fans who could finally read all about their favorite celebrities. Flo was a
constant and favorite featured artist. Harry experienced some luck this year
as well when he was recognized as one of the greatest directors of his day.
However, Flo was getting antsy as usual. Upset with the doldrums of her
life, she craved something more, but seemed to be struggling with finding
out what it was. Co-stars would often see the quirky girl banging her head
against the wall to exercise her frustrations. She really wanted to break
through to freedom and independence. At one point, she abruptly disappeared
without a trace, and people were relieved when she returned from her
vacation, which she had taken to calm her nerves, relax, and breathe. When
time came to renew her contract with Lubin, she and Harry declined. Her last
film with the friendly Lubin was The Surgeon's Heroism.
Flo was looking for the next rung on the ladder, and she was able to reach
it when she and Harry established The Victor Company in the summer of 1912.
She would of course be the leading lady, Owen Moore was leading man, and
Harry was the director. With their own company, they could control what
movies and projects they made and released. Flo loved having artistic
control and essentially being her own boss. The studio was located at 575
11th Ave, NYC. The first film Victor produced was In Swift Waters.
The Solters, in celebration, purchased a home in River Vale, NJ. Flo was
glowing. She enjoyed the privilege of being the first female to own her own
movie studio. However, the films didn't fare all that well. The scripts were
barely tolerable, and fans did not like Owen Moore, who was never able to
attain true leading man status. Flo didn't miss a step with fans, who still
adored her no matter what lousy film she appeared in. She was beginning to
feel the pressures of pleasing the masses as the discrepancy between her
true self and the larger-than-life person they expected her to be became
greater. She was hard on herself, especially when meeting a fan in person.
She once remarked: "I always feel that people are so disappointed in me,
when they see me for the first time." The new standard of celebrity was
becoming quite a burden to bear.
Between personal and professional stress, Flo and Harry were on shaky
ground, and it wasn't long before they were separated. They would argue,
live separately, reconcile, drift apart, etc. Ad nauseum. Harry had become
frustrated with Flo's extreme vacillations in temperament, as well as the
fact that she worked herself to exhaustion. Flo was sick of Harry's violent
temper and feeble threats of suicide. To add fuel to the fire, they were
unable to conceive, though perhaps in the end this was a blessing for such a
volatile match. Flo was nearing a point of complete collapse. After Harry
moved out yet again, Flo vowed to quit the business. As with all the ups and
downs and back and forths in her life, it would not be the last time. She
filmed The Lady Leone and retired to her new home in Hillsdale. The
18th-Century Mansion became her pride and joy. In lieu of acting, Flo
studied languages, read, and took up botanical pursuits, making it her
mission in life to develop a new breed of rose. Unfortunately, she would
never accomplish the task. This time was rejuvenating for Flo, for she had
peace, relaxation, and time to re-evaluate her life and decide where to go
next.
Many changes in film occurred while she was on hiatus. Edison created the
kinetophone, the first step toward sound pictures. Then, two-reelers became
five-reelers, now providing the ever increasing audiences with a full hour
of entertainment. People of every social status were attending movies, which
were no longer considered an idle and brainless past time for the lower
class. This resulted in the creation of great and luxurious movie palaces,
which made movie viewing a whole new experience. Acting styles had also
changed to the subtle gestures exhibited by Mary Pickford and Lilian Gish.
Soon, Flo began to feel herself being left behind, and the competitor in her
wanted to make her way back into the industry. Ironically, she re-teamed
with Laemmle at his new studio, Universal, and made one film for him every
two weeks. Her return was a triumph and covered by all the magazines. So
often was she in the public eye that Flo learned to be cautious of the way
she presented herself: what she said, how she behaved, and how she dressed.
She learned to be diplomatic, always being confident in stating her opinion
and making a stand where she felt it counted, while remaining respectful and
thus respected. She was a staunch supporter of the suffragist movement,
being a pre-feminist, but she made sure to balance her tough demeanor with
softer qualities-- dressing delicately, doing needlepoint, etc. It was all a
game really, and she was learning how to play it.
She kept up with the new film innovations as well, playing a dual role in
The False Bride, which experimented with double exposure photography.
Reviews of her dramatic interpretations in Unto the Third Generation
and Influence of Sympathy were also highly praised. It is interesting
to note, however, that while Florence's reviews were stellar at the
beginning of her contract at Universal, they became more lackluster as her
contract reached its end. Always up and down, Florence would come out on a
new adventure like a cannonball, then succumbing to the pressures and
perhaps even boredom she would begin to lose steam and set her sights
elsewhere. Almost as soon as she entered a situation, she was looking for a
way out.
This would seemingly make her look like an inconsistent and even erratic
personality, and perhaps she was, but it isn't unreasonable to think that
she truly was suffering despite the pluses of her movie stardom. She had
wealth and adoration, true... but movie stars at the dawn of cinema were not
exactly the "babied" snobs they are now. Not only was there a constant flow
of work with no seeming end, but working conditions were less than cushy.
Before the time of the star trailer or catered lunches, performers would
work in the freezing cold or the blinding heat. Before unions, they would
work hour upon hour until the scheduled shoot was finished without today's
12 hour cut off. Most importantly, before the day of the stunt man, they
would often perform dangerous feats, risking their lives to add a little
action to a sequence. The number of people who actually died for the sake of
their art is not insignificant. Everyone is familiar with the amazing
acrobatics of Buster Keaton, whose physical wonders astounded audiences, but
he was a professional, and even he broke his neck. Literally. Leading ladies
were no different: Helen Holmes, Helen Gibson, Cleo Madison... they all did
things that could have claimed their lives. Florence was no exception, and
she was about to make a great sacrifice as an artist that would haunt her
for the rest of her life.
In March of 1914, Florence was filming The Pawns of Destiny with Matt
Moore and Harry (yes, still) as director. One sequence required her to pull
the supposedly unconscious Matt Moore down a flight of stairs while the
house burned down around them. Not only was Matt a grown man, who was more
than a little too heavy for the petite Flo to carry, but the flames were
also an obvious threat to her safety, and she had to perform the task 3
times. Something went terribly wrong. The exact situation is unknown, and
many myths have appeared over the years. One story is that Florence was
badly burned and that she went into seclusion to heal, after which movies
did not want her anymore. Another is that she was injured while literally
saving the life of Moore from the burning set. Neither are true. Florence
was injured, but she would continue to work in films after the incident, so
it didn't "ruin" her career, at least not immediately. She also did not seem
to suffer burns, at least not severe or visible ones. The most traumatic
result of what happened that day, was that Flo fell and hurt her back. A
trouper, at first she thought nothing of the pain, but then it started to
spread to the back of her head and neck, and she knew something was wrong.
She went to bed to recuperate. She would get better, but things were never
the same for her after, and (much like last month's star Boris Karloff) Flo
would persevere while incredible pain would plague her body until it
eventually became intolerable. For now, fireball Flo was forced to slow down
a little, though she would by no means quit.
While retiring for a little relaxation to her New Jersey abode with
sometimes estranged and sometimes not hubby Harry, Flo underwent another
disaster when she was in an automobile accident. Apparently, it wasn't
fatal, but the fender bender was sure to exacerbate he back, which had just
been operated on. In all the fan magazines, Flo tried to sound optimistic
about her health and well-being, and mostly about returning to work, but
privately she was suffering. As soon as she lost the ability to do the thing
she had taken for granted, she wanted it more than ever. She saw clearly,
and perhaps for the first time, her remarkable gift, and not having the
ability to utilize it began to slowly break her heart. Not willing to take
no for an answer, Flo insisted on going back to work. This was her destiny!
She was one of the most talented and well respected actresses in the world.
She belonged in front of the camera, and by God that's where she would go!
So, back to old friend Laemmle and Universal she went, and her first picture
back was The Elusive Isabel. She also made personal appearances, such
as at the premiere of the Sarah Bernhardt vehicle Jeanne Dore to
prove to her fans that she was alive and kicking, and the applause she
received always warmed her heart and gave her hope. The public still
mimicked her impeccable fashion sense, which was classy and modern always,
and songs were even written about her, such as Emma R. Steiner's "Florence
Lawrence." Flo was filled with hope when Elusive Isabel premiered on
April 24, 1916. It was a personal milestone, her first full-length feature
film! Sadly, the reviews weren't great, and this disheartened her. Of
course, the public never blamed her for a flop, and instead praised her for
elevating a soppy film as best as she could. Still, it was a crushing blow.
This was the beginning of Flo's acting decline. It wasn't because her talent
had diminished, nor that the love of her had died... But times were
changing. Movies were moving west to a place that would become known as
Hollywood. Movie theaters were turning into lavish and grandiose movie
palaces, and the films that Flo was used to starring in weren't reeling in
audiences anymore. Progress was being made and the original pioneers were
being left in the dust, outmoded and obsolete. Birth of a Nation
changed the way movies were viewed and made, and nothing could measure up
anymore. Along with Flo's greatest friendly foe, Mary Pickford, a different
kind of woman was stealing her thunder. Mary continued to pull of the
beautiful girl next door thing, because her acting style was so fresh and
authentic... But Flo became outmoded as audiences started wanting actresses
a little more sexy and dangerous. Enter Theda Bara.
Where would Flo fit into all this? And could she?! As she felt her place in
movies disappearing, Flo made every attempt to stay in the public eye, and
of course, being the first star, she would introduce the first taste of
glamour. She bought silver evening dresses and furs as if to prove that she
was still a Queen. She could not deny the inevitable, however, that things
were indeed falling apart. This included her private life. Harry and she had
finally reached the "D" word- Divorce. She was desperate to get out from
under Harry's almost tyrannical control, but Flo did need guidance in her
career. She was too impulsive to really be a shrewd business woman. With
Harry gone, she lost a little stability, suffocating though it had been. She
found herself strapped for cash, and even wrote to Laemmle for money. Later,
she would try to sue in order to get some compensation for the injuries she
had sustained, which plagued her. This was not an unreasonable plea. There
were actors, like Grace McHugh who had died while filming, so a little
compensation seemed in order. Though Flo came out "gun's blazing," she was
no match for the studios. She was in trouble.
To keep her mind off the snowballing negatives in her life, Flo directed her
impassioned focus elsewhere. She raised awareness for the Actor's Fund,
returned to her rose garden, and did what she could to raise morale when WWI
hit. She even managed to make another film, with ex Harry of course, The
Face on the Screen, but it sank at theaters. Harry's career was also
faltering. It seemed that any movie he tried to make without his beautiful
wife was a failure. He made his last film in 1918, ironically titled The
Wife He Bought. Growing closer to her mother in this time of despair,
Flo became somewhat of an entrepreneur. Lotta, like her willful daughter,
was always a go-getter, and inspired her daughter to follow her lead in
checking out different ventures to pay the bills. Together, they worked in
real estate, mining, and even inventions! Lotta developed the first
windshield wipers and Florence is responsible for the first turn signal!
Flo's creation consisted of an arm that would drop from the rear of the car
saying "STOP" whenever the brakes were pressed. Sadly, she never obtained a
patent for her invention and received no money or glory for it. Lotta,
always a better business woman, did patent her many inventions, including
another that kept glass from fogging up. When the influenza outbreak
occurred, Flo also directed much of her time and attention toward helping
the Red Cross.
At about this time, Flo began to see her old co-horts dropping like flies,
either exiting the business or making their final exit, period. One of her
first friends in film, Arthur Johnson, died of tuberculosis, though many
assume that was a polite way of saying he died of alcoholism. Hanging on by
a thread, Flo made The Love Craze hoping it would usher in a comeback
for her career. It did not. Then Harry died of a stroke, and with him went
almost all memory of his years of work and innovation as one of the earliest
film directors. He did not even receive an obituary. Since their divorce had
not yet been finalized, this made Florence a widow. Just another cherry on
her sundae... As things in film turned sour, with Olive Thomas and Jack
Pickford both dying tragic deaths, Flo turned her attention to the stage,
signing up with the Mason Opera House in Los Angeles. She had finally gone
West! Her new production manager, George Kern, was hoping the move would
reignite her career, and falsely told newspapers that Flo would be welcomed
at the station by the likes of Mack Sennett and Mary Pickford. Not true, and
the charade did not work. Still, Flo went on to make The Unfoldment,
and those who had worked with her and respected her continued fighting
vigilantly for her career. In a world where Fatty Arbuckle was being accused
of raping Virginia Rappe, and the public was beginning to turn on Hollywood,
relying on an old, faithful actress would seem the logical step. Sadly,
audiences did not latch onto Flo again. When The Unfoldment was
released, it was overshadowed by yet another scandal, the murder of William
Desmond Taylor.
Failing in business, Flo tried to put a little fire in her private life. She
was married to Charles Bryne Woodring whom little is known about, other than
that he fought in the Great War and was a car salesman upon his return. They
had known each other just five days. But even marriage could not distract
her from her lack of roles. She did a part here and a part there over the
next few years, but a steady career evaded her. She was getting desperate-
lying about her age, and even getting her nose "bobbed." She also opened a
cosmetic shop: "Florence's Hollywood Cosmetics," which never had much hope
of success. Then, on Aug. 20, 1929 Florence lost her mother. Not long after,
she and Woodring were divorced. Flo was truly alone. She was easy prey when
Henry Bolton, a mysterious man, found her and convinced her to marry him.
She did in 1933, only to discover he was an abusive alcoholic who beat her
mercilessly. By March 1934, Flo had removed herself from his grasp and
obtained yet another divorce. She would not marry again.
The Last Gasp
Broken hearted, but still determined, Flo made another stab at Hollywood.
She landed a speaking role- talkies had entered cinema!- in The Hard
Hombre starring Hoot Gibson. Flo surprised people with her youthful good
looks, despite the fact that she was now 45. She also had a clear and
unaccented speaking voice and handled herself very well in her cameo. This
was pretty much her last hoorah, which is sad since she did such an amazing
job. The rest of her work consisted of extra jobs and small roles in a
handful of other pictures. In 1937, she developed a painful condition, in
conjunction with her sore back, which was attacking her bone marrow. It
would probably be diagnosed today as something akin to myelofibrosis. The
symptoms included fluid and pain in the abdomen, joint and bone pain, and
skin eruptions. There was no cure. In agony, Florence also endured anemia,
which was reasonably followed by depression. Florence had resigned herself
to oblivion. Her moment, her brief moment in the spotlight, was over. All
she had left was misery and memories. The stubbornly optimistic golden girl
put a smile on for friends, but she knew she was dying. Furthermore, she
knew her career was dead.
On Wednesday, Dec. 28, 1938, Florence canceled an acting job with Metro.
Sometime in the afternoon, her neighbor at Westborne Ave, Marian Menzer,
heard her scream. She found her writhing on the floor and called an
ambulance, which rushed her to Beverly Hills Emergency Hospital. She was
pronounced dead at 2:45p.m. She had consumed a mixture of cough syrup and
ant paste. The suicide note she had left her roommates said the following:
"Call Dr. Wilson. I am tired. Hope this works. Good-by my darlings. They
can't cure me so let it go at that. Lovingly, Florence. P.S. You've all been
swell guys. Everything is yours." At the age of 52, after 31 years in the
motion picture business, the first movie star was gone. Her funeral on Dec.
30 seems to have been a small, private affair. Her body was interred at
Hollywood Memorial Cemetery, now known as Hollywood Forever. For years, her
grave was left unmarked, and Florence lay forgotten. Later, a sympathetic
soul heard of her unmarked tomb and paid for a modest marker to be placed
above it. I have heard rumors that this person was the gentlemanly Roddy
McDowall. The stone says: "Florence Lawrence, The Biograph Girl, The First
Movie Star, 1890-1938." Flo would have loved the fact that they shaved off a
few years for her.
The brutal lesson of what Hollywood can do was taught to us early. The first
star was raised up like a beacon of wonder, only to be shot down before it
reached its zenith. Flo showed us the grandeur of celebrity, the effect of
an actor's charisma and storytelling power on the public, and then equally
taught us the repercussions of living life on a pedestal set far too high.
Florence entered the biz an impetuous and spirited talent who could not be
contained nor denied, and exited a forgotten and lost soul, betrayed by the
very people who had once claimed to love her. As with everything: there is
dark and there is light. In recalling Florence, as a woman and as a friend,
those who did claim to know her could not believe that she would kill
herself. It was so unlike her. She was too strong, too stubborn, too full of
life. Perhaps it was in one of her all too impulsive moments that she made
the decision to end it all. How I wish her films were available to us. How I
wish her name were as known as Tom Cruise or Julia Roberts, Clark Gable or
Jean Harlow. Sadly it is not, and yet we owe her so much for what we are--
not as ravenous rag-mag readers, but as human beings, who for brief periods
of time let our guards down, entrust ourselves to the safety of the theater,
and let filmmakers and actors guide our souls. Florence was one of the first
to crack us open, to offer herself up to us as a martyr for our emotions, an
outlet for our laughter and sorrows. I am grateful for this woman, whom I
shall never know. (Is it strange to feel that I do)??? Before I close the
book on her, I will let her say farewell to you in her own words. From the
final entry of the auto-biographical series she wrote for "Photoplay" at the
height of her stardom:

Florence Lawrence "The Biograph Girl" The First Movie Star 1890-1938
"And now I say goodbye, I love you all-- love you with all my
heart and soul. When I look from my window at night I wonder if there is
anything I have ever done to cause you pain. I hope not. So again,
good-bye!"


Partial filmography
*"Daniel Boone"
*"The Shaughraun"
*"The Disptach Bearer"
*"Romeo and Juliet"
*"Julius Caesar"
*"Antony and
Cleopatra"
*"The Girl and the Outlaw"
*"Betrayed by a Handprint"
*"The Red Girl"
*"The Heart of O'Yama"
*"Where the Breakers Roar"
*"The Stolen Jewels"
*"Ingomar, the Barbarian"
*"The Vaquero's Vow"
*"The Planter's Wife"
*"The Call of the Wild"
*"The Pirate's Gold"
*"The Taming of the Shrew"
*"The Song of the Shirt "
*"The Ingrate "
*"A Woman's Way "
*"Mrs. Jones Entertains "
*"The Reckoning "
*"The Test of Friendship "
*"An Awful Moment "
*"Mr. Jones at the Ball "
*"The Helping Hand "
*"One Touch of Nature "
*"The Honor of Thieves "
*"The Sacrifice "
*"Mr. Jones Has a Card Party "
*"The Fascinating Mrs. Francis "
*"The Girls and Daddy"
*"A Wreath in Time "
*"The Politician's Love Story "
*"The Golden Louis "
*"His Wife's Mother "
*"The Roue's Heart "
*"The Lure of the Gown "
*"The Deception "
*"And a Little Child Shall Lead Them "
*"The Medicine Bottle "
*"Jones and His New Neighbors "
*"The Road to the Heart "
*"Confidence "
*"Lady Helen's Escapade "
*"The Drive for Life "
*"The Note in the Shoe "
*"Resurrection "
*"Jones and the Lady Book Agent "
*"Two Memories "
*"Eloping with Auntie "
*"Eradicating Auntie "
*"The Necklace "
*"The Lonely Villa"
*"The Curtain Pole"
*"The Country Doctor
"
*"The Cardinal's Conspiracy "
*"The Slave "
*"Mrs. Jones' Lover "
*"The Hessian Renegades "
*"Those Awful Hats"
*"The Awakening "
*"The Broken Oath "
*"The Forest Ranger's Daughter "
*"The Angel of the Studio "
*"Her Two Sons "
*"A Good Turn "
*"Flo's Discipline"
*"After Many Years"
*"Macbeth"
FLORENCE LAWRENCE:
“Moving-Picture Artist-in-the-Making”
The following article is provided
courtesy of Gene Zonarich, who compiled the images and researched the entire
text:
ABOVE: Florence Lawrence displays her own (or
director Griffith's) version of the Delsarte performance style, in which
body movement expresses human emotion and interaction -- a method that
seemed ideal for acting without dialog. BELOW: Lawrence, having committed a
crime in her P.J.'s, (and looking more like Wendy from "Peter Pan" than a
burglar), falls back on stock sketch gesturing of vaudeville, but is so cute
in her jammies who could possibly criticize? "Betrayed by a Handprint,"
Biograph, 1908, directed by D.W. Griffith.

“Moving picture artists in the making would surely be
a fit title for this chapter of my story, which shall concern my time with the
American Mutoscope and Biograph Company . . . for more of the day’s recognized
artists began their motion picture careers in the Biograph studios during
those twelve months than in all the other studios combined,”
Florence Lawrence, “Growing Up With The Movies,” Photoplay Magazine,
January, 1915 (italics added).
The previous November, Photoplay, one of the leading early film
periodicals, ran the first of a four-part series of articles that it described
as “the most valuable contribution to motion picture literature up to this
time — the authentic life-story of the most remarkable motion picture actress
of today, Florence Lawrence.” Less than a year earlier, the same
Magazine had welcomed her back from a premature “retirement” from the film
business — a retirement she felt necessary after barely surviving her attempt
to hold together a pioneering effort – her own film company — and salvaging
her marriage to a suicidal man who was also her business partner and
director. The article in Photoplay, January 1914, described her as
“probably the only ‘star’ who could retire at the height of her popularity,
drop out of sight for a year, then return to the pictures and immediately
become as popular as before.” She was routinely found among the top
actresses in film magazine popularity polls more than a year after her last
film (phenomenal in an era where movies were not routinely rereleased, and
home video was 70 years in the future).
  
Yet her “comeback” would prove as short-lived as her “retirement.” Having
completed a total of 20 movies in 1914 (16 two-reel films, 3 three-reels and a
single one-reel short), most before the end of August, and the last in October
just prior to the first installment of her Photoplay series, she would not
work in film again until 1916. And that, my friends, represents
the culmination of the career of ‘The Biograph Girl,” “The First Movie
Star.” A casualty of fame? No. She was quite clearly that singular
creation of fame — a “star.” And yet no one who knew her, before or after
stardom, felt she was changed or consumed by it. Chronic insecurity about
both her ability and her looks? Could be. She said that she was always
struck by the disappointment in the faces of people meeting her in person — an
absolutely stunning (and very telling) admission. The inability of
sheer talent to overcome the kind of physical, mental and emotional damage
that is endemic in the business of entertainment and the creative, highly
self-exposed world of performance art? Likely.
But do we leave the psycho-pop analysis of movie stardom to others more
inclined? For now, yes. This post is about acting and art. Let’s leave
behind the mawkish sentiment. Enter: Mary Pickford!
“I gave considerable thought to the problem
of acting in those early days. One day I made a vow that I tried never to
break. I swore that, whatever the temptation, I would never overact. This
was revolutionary in the early movies where actors were using the elaborate
gestures of the French school of pantomime. ‘I will not exaggerate, Mr.
Griffith,’ I would say in a firm voice. ‘I think it’s an insult to the
audience.’” (Mary Pickford, “Sunshine and Shadow,” Doubleday,
1954. Italics added.)
In the last two decades of the
Nineteenth Century, motion photography and its inventors,
technicians, nascent artisans and artists-to-be struggled in spasms first
to create the best machines to record and display the images, and then to find
a purpose, a market and a profit. Acceptance within the popular culture was
not yet conceived as part of any business plan, and little or no thought was
given to artistic achievement. At about the same time, live theater as
practiced in the Western World had been undergoing changes as significant
in the performing arts (if not as sudden and rapid) as that of photochemical
technology in the sciences.
Since at least the middle 1700s, acting in live
theater had as its artistic ideal, ITSELF. It was self-referential, and
reflexive — it required no mental gymnastics on the part of the audience, and
that was the point — E!ntertainment. That is what made the form,
“Melodrama,” so popular. In actuality, it wasn’t all that far removed from
the Christian morality plays of the middle ages — everyone knew the characters
and the endings — but the fun was to revel in the fits and fights of those
characters and watch how the plot played out to the preordained conclusion.
Not vastly different from modern soaps, tv dramas or even sitcoms (though
comedy performance style is a creature unto itself not directly comparable to
the styles of dramatic performance) – many of the basic elements remain and
are understood and somehow comforting in their predictability.
The pinnacle of achievement in
melodrama was not to reproduce ”reality,” not to show “life as
it is,” but instead, the depiction of “characters” who symbolized any and all
of the human vices and virtues. Rich man, poor man, beggar, thief, lover,
fighter, devil, saint, the good, the virginal, the corrupt, the decent, the
dirty, the thrifty, the wasteful, the noble, the peasant, the admirable, the
wastrel, the mustache-twirling bastard.
Most admired were those actors who were the best
in their profession at portraying these identifiable characters. Actors
weren’t concerned about being “stereotyped.” Being stereotypical, and doing
it well, was the goal. And the relish and enthusiasm with which they
portrayed these stock characters — and they played their characters to the
audience, as much as to the other players within in the play – was integral to
the performance. It was audience participation the likes of which we probably
see now only with an oldies act or at a Jimmy Buffett concert, not at a movie
or a play.
Then a French revolution took place in
the middle of the 19th century which would greatly impact the theater.
Francois Delsarte, a student at the Paris Conservatory, studied the anatomy of
human movement, and how through proper control it could be used in performance
arts — singing, dancing, even oratory, and of course acting. It was not a
revolution in favor of “reality” in acting per se, but how body
movement and breath control could express natural human interaction and
emotion. Delsarte devised a system of body movement and physical gestures to
be used by actors to represent emotional states.
But Delsarte never wrote a book explaining his
theories and their application in detail. An American, Genevieve Stebbins, a
student of the American actor, stage director and Delsarte acolyte Steele
MacKaye (who had espoused “Delsartism” in a series of popular lectures in the
1870s), produced a popular best-selling book on the principles of Delsarte
applied to a naturalistic acting style. But “naturalistic” in the arts of the
19th Century meant an idealized nature, not reality. Nature was to be shown
in its idealized form, and the actor was instructed to display nature
in that idealized state. Acting was artistic expression and art was an
exaltation, not a reproduction, of life.
Francois Delsarte
Genevieve Stebbins' 1882 book on the Delsarte
system, already in its 5th edition in 1894.
However, acting “manuals” proliferated, especially
in America — those crazy Americans and their need to document and reduce
everything to writing! Those purporting to teach the “Delsarte method” simply
combined stock poses with their own knowledge and experience of melodramatic
acting, not “Delsartism.” The manuals became cartoonish in their illustrated
reproductions of the proper poses and gestures, and this distortion of
Delsarte’s concepts created a caricature of the original – as in “rock and
roll” we see copies, cartoonish characters acting the part of music rebels.
So it was with acting by the dawn of the 20th century. It had become, in the
words of Mary Pickford, “the French school of pantomime.” And the
Delsarte approach to acting devolved back into something resembling the stock
“character” acting of a hundred years earlier, with the art of acting and its
teaching dumbed down to a “cookbook” in which the actor was instructed that he
or she need only ”strike a pose” according to recipe to give a successful
performance.
Now it is 1908. Moving pictures —
“motography” — has begun to compete seriously with the stage and live theater
among the working-class and a new and growing middle class America. And the
“story” film supplants the “actualities” and trick photography films.
Now enters the poor stage actor between real acting jobs, reduced to posing
for moving pictures. We saw what Griffith the actor did in his Biograph film
debut, flopping his arms into a blur on the exposed film – the way he
thought you were supposed to act in movies. We read Pickford’s
assessment of the state of film acting and what she did in reaction to
Griffith’s direction: “I will not exaggerate, Mr. Griffith. I think it’s
an insult to the audience.“ No French pantomime for this English
Canadian/Irish “Belasco Actress!”
Preceding Pickford at Biograph by nine
months, and beating Griffith to the movies by more than a year, is Florence
Lawrence – “The Biograph Girl,” “the first movie star.”
These labels are unimportant – we can see how far she got with them. They,
not her, are tragic. They are downright trivial compared to her
contribution to the art and craft of motion picture acting in its early,
formative stages between roughly 1907 and 1913, the period in which narrative
“story” films began to dominate American film production, up to the dawn of
feature-length films in America.
Florence Lawrence as Myrtle Vane in "Betrayed by
a Handprint." ABOVE: At a party in the home of a wealthy socialite, Myrtle
plays cards and is losing. Badly. As the game progresses and her losses
mount, she can barely hide her emotions from other guests. Lawrence portrays
Myrtle's growing despondency in a series of gestures, at first simply by
turning her head and shoulders away from the table and the game, then back
again. "Betrayed by a Handprint," Biograph, 1908, dir: D.W. Griffith.
ABOVE: As Myrtle slumps onto the table, Florence
Lawrence adds to the emotion expressed in the body gesture by a smaller,
subtle gesture: flicking the cards off the table's edge. The cumulative
effect is to convey desperation of Myrtle which provides the motivation for
Myrtle to perform a desperate deed later in the film. "Betrayed by a
Handprint," Biograph, 1908.
I have consistently, and I think correctly, identified three actresses of
early narrative film in America – Marion Leonard, Florence Lawrence and Mary
Pickford – being as important as any in the early development of motion
picture acting (I also include a fourth, Blanche Sweet, but haven’t yet
brought her into the discussion because her first significant contributions
came in 1911 after the other three had finished their primary periods of
success at Biograph, as well as a fifth, Miss Lillian Gish, who enters at the
tail end of the one and two-reelers in 1912 — practically beginning her career
in the era of feature film, and feature film would encourage significant
change in film acting from that of the shorter format films). And yes, the
“Griffith” or “Biograph” effect applies to them in the sense that more of
their films, those made with Biograph, survive as a percentage of those made
than of any other American film producer of their period. My response to
that? Don’t hate them because they survive — in other words, don’t demean or
even lessen their contribution because the others, who exist primarily (and
likely unidentified by name credit in the media of the time) on paper in
old periodicals, but not on film, and cannot therefore be adequately
evaluated. I deal with evidence. Not, “If only . . .”
ABOVE: The despondent Myrtle, flicking the
remaining cards off the table is oblivious, initially, to the presence of
the evenings' entertainment, the "palmist," BELOW..
The party guests are mesmerized by the guest
entertainer, an "eminent palmister" who makes ink impressions of their
palms, including Myrtles's, and then is able "read" their personality or
future. Although the other characters seem to react excitedly (esp Linda
Arvidson Griffith, dark-hair, white dress with dark waistband, in the center
of each frame) when Myrtle presses her palm, it is not clear in the
surviving film why. (Because most of the surviving Biographs lack
intertitles, it is likely that a missing title provided some further
explanation of this.)
Myrtle's hostess makes a grand announcement that
her fiance has given her a wonderful present: a valuable necklace (likely
diamonds and a mix of other gems, as is seen later in the film). Myrtle is
(for reasons not entirely clear in the film) appalled; Lawrence does a nice
turn from open-mouthed jaw dropping horror, to believable, slightly
simpering, congratulations to her hostess and the fiance.
Myrtle and her hostess bid each other goodnight
with a weird, arm-crossing salutation -- a gesture of unknown significance
-- and Myrtle retires to the guest bedroom, not to sleep, but to dwell upon
her losses at the gambling table.
Like her colleagues Pickford-Leonard, Florence Lawrence
had a background of at least ten years in live theater prior to making
movies. However, Lawrence’s theater experience was, for the most part, more
varied in composition than that of her future Biograph colleagues. Her
experience was more that of a vaudevillian in some of its less exalted forms —
she was “Baby Flo the whistling wonder,” she sang novelty songs, and she
played almost exclusively in lower-rung touring companies, the true “Gypsies”
of the theatrical world in the U.S. and Canada in the 1890s and at the dawn of
the 1900s. She was a physical performer both in drama and comedy — an
athletic physical comedienne before Mabel Normand became the ideal in that
regard. But this was not a hindrance in her entrance to film. In fact, the
exact opposite proved true, and it was key in her obtaining her first work in
movies.
She was a fairly skilled horsewoman, polo player, and swimmer. Athletic
ability played a part in her hiring for her first three film “jobs:” at the
Edison Company as the daughter of “Daniel Boone,” and at Vitagraph as “The
Dispatch Bearer,” both in 1907, both requiring that she ride a horse, and at
the American Mutoscope and Biograph company in July of 1908, where D. W.
Griffith was also looking for an actress who could . . . ride a horse!
Sleep is the furthest thing from Myrtle's mind as
she paces and obsesses about her own misfortune and her own envy of her
host's good fortune with a wealthy fiance and the expensive gift from him --
the dazzling, jewelled necklace.
Lawrence also benefitted from a couple of other factors,
all of which combined to make her hiring at Biograph in July of 1908 seem
almost preordained with stars in the heavens in perfect alignment for the
future “Biograph Girl/1st Movie Star.” Marion Leonard, at 26 a veteran and
mid-level star of the stage in New York and in touring companies (most
recently with Sidney Olcott in “Billy the Kid,” in 1907) in both drama and
comedy, had begun working at Biograph in June 1908, between real
acting jobs, of course. Leonard appeared in four Biograph films in less
than four weeks in late June and early July before departing for a previously
scheduled touring company production which would last nearly four months.
Griffith had only begun directing in June, and was not yet under contract as
director (he was still “filling in” for the ill Wallace “Old Man” McCutcheon,
Sr). The departure of Leonard, though temporary, left him with one lead
actress: Linda Arvidson, his still-”secret” wife (“It’ll be better for
business if we don’t tell them”). Arvidson was a good role player, but did
not have the camera presence to carry a film as a lead player, something that
was crucial to sustain audience interest in the “story” films that were now
dominating the screen. Griffith was in the unenviable position of needing
another lead actress fast, and essentially having to replace his wife with
another woman — being married was bad for business in unforseen ways
for director Griffith.
BUT, as she readies for bed, Myrtle has an
epiphany -- she is about to take a crash course in crime in her PJ's! She
stealthily slips out the window onto the ledge separating her room from the
bedroom of her host where she expects to find . . . the necklace! This
camera set-up -- a single "shot" -- is the first of five (the remaining four
are immediately below), of the central set-piece of the film. Griffith is
not attempting to cut back and forth between Myrtle's room and her Hostesses
room, as you might expect with "parallel" editing which was still in its
infancy in Griffith's repertoire. Instead the editing functions to break the
space and time down into five distinct, consecutive (not parallel) units or
shots, in which Myrtle's actions play out: 1) Her guest bedroom, 2) the
window ledge outside, 3) her hostess' bedroom, 4) back to the outside ledge
and 5) back in her guest room.



Myrtle barely has time to congratulate herself on
her cleverness and admire her ill-gotten prize when she hears the mournful
bellowing of . . . her hostess . . . !
Griffith had seen Florence Turner of Vitagraph in
a film, as well as the 22-year-old Lawrence, also a “Vitagrapher,” in another
movie. But it appears to have been Turner who most impressed
the neophyte film director. He asked Harry Solter, a Biograph player and an
old stage acquaintance of his who had until recently worked for Vitagraph, to
contact Ms. Turner regarding possible employment at Biograph. When Solter ran
into Lawrence in the course of looking for Turner at Vitagraph (a missed
connection in the “unconnected” world of 1908!), he mentioned that Griffith
was looking for an actress to play leads — someone who could. . . ride a
horse. When Lawrence expressed interest to Solter, he arranged for her
to meet Griffith at Biograph. When Griffith saw Lawrence in the
flesh – young, fresh, statuesque (meaning in 1908, “hot body”) with
sandy-brown “blonde” hair and blue eyes — he likely forgot all about horses.
He “showed” her to Biograph chief executive Jeremiah Kennedy, who knew a
good-looking Irish girl when he saw one, and she was a lock for the job. To
Lawrence, the best part of this deal was more money ($25 per week) for “less”
work than at Vitagraph: she no longer had to sew costumes.
Noticing the partially open window, the hostess
suspects an intruder and sure enough, her valuable necklace is gone. Note
the poses of classical melodrama in the second and third frames after the
theft is discovered. Hands on head (nearly pulling hair?) eyes rolled
skyward seeking divine intervention, then hands to neck and face in the
classic "oh me oh my" gesture. (Unfortunately, the name of this actress is
lost and nothing of her background is known.)
Hearing the commotion in the next room, Myrtle
must act fast -- she indicates with a series of obvious gestures in the
"full-frontal" presentation of each of the shots in this and the remainder
of the film, that she has a plan to evade detection . . .
Immediately ABOVE and BELOW, in one of the more
famous shots of Griffith's early career, we see a close-up of her plan, her
technique and its execution in detail not seen in prior shots or subsequent
shots in the film, when clearly the film would have benefitted and the plot
better understood if additional similar close-ups of other key events had
been used, such as the hand print scene, the discovery of the prints by the
hostess, and the remaining plot developments.
The use of the "close-up" here is not what
Griffith would become unrealistically famous for: the "emotional" use of a
close shot of a face or hand gestures. As used in this sequence, the
"close-up" is only an illustration (note esp. the black background which
isolates the act and is devoid of any corresponding detail from the scene in
the bedroom) of how an action is done so that the audience can clearly see
the bar of soap, cut in half, hollowed out and jewelry carefully placed in
and sealed up for hiding. It was the kind of shot that was hardly new to
film, and dates to the "Grandma's Spectacles" types of trick films dating
back nearly ten years before this film. This was the kind of film device
that had censors up in arms: showing people how criminal acts could be
committed cleverly and without detection. If only Myrtle had paid closer
attention at the movies . . .
But wait! There is a handprint left in the dust
on the dresser where the necklace was stored, and the hostess has her own
brainstorm. The audience gets another "device" close-up to make the
connection that a handprint has been found that matches the one the
"Palmist" made of her hand earlier in the evening. The hostess smells blood,
letting us know by directly facing the "audience" in the classic
full-frontal form of 18th and 19th century melodrama.
And in the full-frontal final confrontation,
Myrtle is accused and immediately collapses begging for undeserved mercy.
But . . . the hostess leaves the room, and seeing no clear sign in her
expression we are not yet certain what will happen next.
Myrtle's hostess is far more gracious than the
now-contrite Myrtle deserves: she gives her some sorely needed "spiritual
guidance" and . . .
. . . feeling sorry for Myrtle and her gambling
losses at the party, the Hostess gives Myrtle a little cash to hold her over
('til her next "job" we presume), as the unsuspecting fiance bids her adieu!
"Betrayed by a Handprint," Biograph, 1908, dir, D.W. Griffith.
Lawrence’s first film with Biograph and Griffith
— in which she rode a horse – was an early Western drama, “The Outlaw
and the Girl.” Made prior to the rigid plot construction and character
stereotypes of later, classical westerns, the action is dominated by (no not
horses) . . . women. The cowboys, indians, gunfighters, lawmen –
the racial and gender stereotypes had not yet developed to the point where
audiences expected them, and more often the plots revolved around virtuous
white women being menaced by evil white men. “The Outlaw and the Girl” was no
exception. But it was in the next group of films over the following weeks
that Lawrence proved her worth to a Company short of female leads by her sheer
versatility. In these films she played a native American maiden (“The Red
Girl”), a young struggling actress, widowed single-parent (“Behind the
Scenes”), an Asian maiden (“The Heart of O Yama”), and a thieving would-be
socialite (“Betrayed by a Handprint”). She finished her first month at the
end of August, 1908 with two more “split reel” (under 500 ft or about 5 to 7
minutes) shorts, the latter of which, “A Smoked Husband,” was the first entry
in what became the extremely popular ”Jones” series of situation comedies,
which made her face, if not her name, instantly recognizable to audiences, who
were soon calling her the “Biograph Girl” in lieu of evidence from her
employer that she actually had an independent identity.
Two highlights of her first three months at Biograph
came with “Romance of a Jewess” and “The Song of the Shirt,” in September and
October respectively (a period in which she appeared in 14 of 17 Biograph
productions including lead roles in eleven). I think that “The Song
of the Shirt” is the superior film, similar in tragic tone, but stripped down
to its essence — straight, no ice, no chaser. However, because “Song” was the
subject of an earlier post (see the March 2011 Archive), I’ll stick
with “Romance” here. And it is by no means “romantic” in the current popular
sense. In fact it wasn’t that in any kind of sense in 1908, either.
As Scott Simmon, author of the classic “The Films of D. W. Griffith”
(Cambridge, 1993), in his entry on the film in “The Griffith Project” notes,
the film could as easily or more accurately be called “Tragedy of the
Jewess,” a tale of Lower East Side Tenement heartbreak from the first few feet
until the reel’s end. relieved only by a lengthy comedy sequence shot in one
set-up, no edits, that is not funny to modern audiences, and a fascinating
sequence in the last two minutes that was shot on the streets of the Lower
East Side with a not-completely-candid-camera and actors who didn’t fool the
natives, unwitting “extras” who hilariously (to modern viewers) raise more
than a few eyebrows at the Biograph players in costume and makeup pretending
to be fellow tenement-dwelling immigrants.
Ruth Simonson (Florence Lawrence) and her father
(actor unknown) attend to her dying mother, who places a locket in her
daughter's hand as a final remembrance. Behind them, the doctor (Mack
Sennett) waits for the end.
The scene is heart-rending, a bold choice (but
not uncommon) to open a film. The majority of the acting is facial
expression; only one instance of the gesture of melodrama (last of the 4
sets of images, below). In this sequence, the use of stills actually makes
the performance by Lawrence look more gesture-dependent than it actually
appears in the film.
ABOVE and BELOW, the conclusion of the opening
scene, brief and powerful, lasting less than 45 seconds (depending upon
projection or viewing speed).

Florence Lawrence and Mack Sennett are the "Pawn
Stars" in this scene from "Romance of A Jewess." Ruth (Lawrence) and her
father, the pawnbroker, must encounter idiots like this fellow (Mack Sennett)
who tries to pawn the clothes off his back. As he turns Ruth's head away so
he can strip off the remainder, her father has seen enough and throws him
out. This is the beginning of a lengthy (3 minutes in a 10 minute film)
single setup, one shot no edits, in which Ruth meets her husband-to-be.
Ruth is enchanted by at least one customer, Simon
(George Gebhardt), a book-dealer who stops by to pick up a few previously
pawned volumes, and hopefully Ruth in the bargain.
But father does not approve . . .
. . . and father (for reasons not made clear)
definitely does NOT like Simon, and throws him out as if he were the crazy
underwear customer he ejected earlier.
But Simon, reaffirming his feelings for Ruth,
convinces her to elope with him, despite her father's disapproval. Guess who
wins?
A few years later, a happy family with their
daughter (Gladys Egan) at their bookstore.
But tragedy strikes hard, as Simon loses his
footing on a shelf ladder, and plunges to the floor . . .
. . . and there's nothing to be done . . .

Ruth, now without a means of support, must sell
her home and business -- ironically, to the man her father had originally
wanted her to marry
Above, and Below, Ruth looks around one last time
at the place where she had found happiness, and as she leaves with her
daughter it seems as though she can barely move under the weight of her
emotions and memories . . .
. . . and the new buyers of the bookstore take
inventory . . .
She gazes at the place on the floor where her
husband breathed his last . . . and we literally feel the weight, the burden
she has, walking out the door of her home for the last time. It is a
powerful performance, especially considering the extreme limitations for
character development and motivation that are inherent in the single reel,
10 minute movie format. "Romance of A Jewess," Biograph, 1908, dir: D. W.
Griffith.
Now it is Ruth, seriously ill herself, and
destitute, who hands her daughter the locket her dying mother had given Ruth
years before, to pawn it for a few dollars for food.
In this remarkable sequence, shot on a teeming
street on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, the little girl makes her way
through the crowded sidewalk filled with street-vendors and shoppers, toward
the pawn-shop.
It takes but a few moments for the old pawnbroker
to realize that this is the locket that his dying wife had given his
daughter, and that this little girl is his grandchild. Realizing the dire
straights that must have forced his daughter to attempt to pawn the locket,
he tells his granddaughter to take him to her mother immediately.

ABOVE and BELOW: The curious citizens of the tenement and vendor-lined
streets of Manhattan’s Lower East Side in 1908 are not fooled by the costumes
and make-up of the two Biograph actors filming “Romance of A Jewess.”
Although they don’t seem to spot the camera in these shots, the look of
disapproval on the face of the woman in the center of the shot who turns and
watches the “granddaughter” and “grandfather” make their way down the street
speaks volumes about the inability of actors and filmmakers to fake poverty in
the midst of the real thing.

Above and Below: Her father arrives in time to
make brief amends with his daughter after their years of estrangement, but
only enough time to watch her die and for us to witness the tragic story
come full circle. Happy endings were not pre-ordained in pre-Hollywood,
pre-"classical" American cinema. "Romance of A Jewess," Biograph, 1908,
directed by D. W. Griffith.

We see in the work of Florence Lawrence a mixture of acting styles in these
two early films from her and Griffith’s early careers. “Handprint” is clearly
within the “school of pantomime,” where the actors resort to that form with a
sense of urgency to make themselves understood — where “speed” seems of the
essence. In “Romance” we see Lawrence use a slower technique in several
scenes and admittedly the story allows for more of this than the expository
nature of a “crime and detection” story that was “Handprint.” This “slow”
versus “fast” filmmaking — a reference to acting, not filming or projection
speeds — was to become a source of considerable debate between and among the
actors and technicians at Biograph, and likely other studios as well.
Actors wanted to “slow” down the acting pace, to give time for subtle
gestures — as opposed to brisk “here’s-what-I’m-trying-to-say” pantomime (as
in our game of “charades” today). Director Griffith scolded his actors,
“People won’t pay to watch glass slides,” (meaning the still, static photos or
paintings on glass projected on-screen), “they want ACTION.” The actors
clearly believed they could give the audience BOTH. But it was still an age
where film was sold by the foot and exhibitors were less likely to buy and
audiences thought less likely to pay to watch movies with foot after foot of
“inaction.” Griffith’s first contract to direct for Biograph, signed in
August, 1908, gave him a royalty based upon each foot of his films that
Biograph sold to exhibitors, so in this period, commerce for the time being
trumped “art.”
But Lawrence and her colleagues and successors at Biograph succeeded in
their quest to slow-down acting, assisted by the changes in film distribution
(film rentals became the norm by 1910) and in film production itself. Longer
films, two and three reels, culminating in the four reels-plus “feature films”
by 1912-1913, inspired by the imported Italian epics, “Quo Vadis,” “The Last
Days of Pompeii,” and “Cabiria,” would allow actors more time to “slow” their
acting and develop the subtle gestural style that would leave pantomime
altogether, aside from its use for specialized (reproducing a “play” within a
film) or comedic purposes.
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