The Great Movie Ball

GEORGE S. CHAPPELL

WHAT HO! Did you go To that turbulent show, The Movie affair? Weren't you there? I declare! Mid the mountains of hair, And the gowns,—down to there,— In the splendid old garden of Madison Square. Well, you missed it, old dear Such a crush! Took a year For Reggie and me to fight our way near. But the crowd—so amusing! The froth and the lees!— Why, we both kept confusing The people one sees With the people one knows,— Neither wear any clothes,

To speak of, at least. And a film Ingenue With a Vampire in blue (One was a chicken And one was a hen) Mixed us up with some people THEY Fancied THEY knew. My word! What a horde! EVERYONE was on board,— Cyril Maude, Henry Ford, The "Profesh," by the cord, Sweet Lillian Gish,— She's my dish! Um . . . Dee-Lish! Mary Pickford, pathetic, Doug Fairbanks, athletic, Theda Bara, so narrer

With a look of "Don't-care-a!" Madame Tellegen—Farrar, With Lou and tiara, Irenes—Fenwick and Castle,— O! Sweet tam-and-tassel! John Pendennis Drew, With a nephew or two,— Showing Triangle—lNCE-idents. Who's REALLY who,— Long Lasky-locked heroes, Napoleons, Neros. The garden spun round;— I came to and found— Rotten old Reggie, most faithless of men, Had fled with the chicken And left me-the HEN!