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THE OREGON SUNDAY JOURNAL PORTLAND. SUNDAY fa ORNtNG NOVEMBER 23, 1915. OQOW VQlee OS pip m& World Foraiiffi Dim t.y.-y.-.'. . w mm 1 i i-.-j".' : .v. . V fell wrfi fvK "il! ?. '? t - V ; ui 7 WlllllikteiV: v-.v m .. "v-Vi:''.t wjiir-f .,,.'Jiwi ft 4 4 ill. 1 ji?-" t1 it t o 0' Mut r .'r I A -I , W ! - v - ii '-J Li, J Liee f Ae TVose of dp Bergerac, Dorothy Green's Throat Would Make Angels Weep, for Its Music Was Like a Kilkenny Cat's. She Nursed an Abiding Fever for the Stage, horn Voice Barred Her, and r y- itri. a illllllllHIIIIIHIIIUIIIIMMIHIimilllMlllllllllllim ' tilliillpl i Mml H U U F ' S( U.i iff JM Kit 1 0 V,:s 5ffl 6uf er - f I urnmg to the Silent Drama She Won Fame in a Day "Cyrano YRANO DE BER UEKAC ha anost that mad the an gels weep, but when be spoke tbe angels dried their teara and smiled as ouly angels can. That was one de Bergerac" - was a retaon why great play. But that was long ago. The day of tbe Cyrano is past. The songs of the heart are now sung with tbe eyes and the throbs of passion and of emo tion and of sentiment are now expressed with lips that move but do not utter. That is why this story that is why Dorothy Green. Dorothy is tbe latter-day antithesis of Cyrano, and she points a moral of today as well as adorning a tale with a face as good to look upon as was Cyrano's melting voice to hear. Dorothy allently eloquent, wordlessly mellifluent, with music in her glances and poetry in her smile-now wins the multi tudes, for she is a picture star. Managers Would Have Laughed. Like every other girl she nursed through childhood, into her adolescence and along to -foung womanhood, an abiding fever for the stage. In 1903 the managers would hate laughed her oot of their offices except as a candidate for a living picture model, to exploit the artful rather than the artis tic. But tpis is 1013 and she is luminous despite her secret And this Is the secret Dorothy Green, an idol of the acreea. has a voice that squeaks and is pitifully cracked. It sounds like the rattle of broken crockery. It is an affliction. It is probably the most wretched voice in the world. But, for the camera stage, she is perfect Dorothy was born not so many years ago In a New York tenement. The sun lookld In on her through dirty windows and so she thought the sun a dim and dusty thing, and it promised to shine little cheer Into her future. In tenements there lodge germs and bacilli, and these work their way Into the throats of little girls who don't have enough sunshine, and they workd into tbe delicate throat of little Dorothy and the got sick and her mother wrapped a flannel rag around Dorothy's throat which was sheer nonsense. Surgeon Ruins Her Voice. The throat grew sorer. They took her to a "dispensary." An Interne, whose ex perience at surgery Included watching a teacher in night school remove a carbuncle and another wlsard set a broken ankle, stropped his knife and went at little Doro thy's throat He started to remove the tonsils. He did. He removed a piece of " the vocal chord with them. When Dorothy's throat grew together, for childhood. It seems, can withstand a great deal, Bhe started to express her joy at recovery. It was not a joyous expres sion. She started with a whisper and fin" ished with a scream. She shut her little ears with her little hands. Her mother Jumped. Tbe voice was wrecked and forever. All through her years at school and into the estate of long dresses and braids turned under Dorothy suffered the humllia- tion of her poor, crippled voice. Wherever she went folks loved her, for she was fair as a tiger lily, with her brown, silky hair that curled lovingly and her deep eyes that had little reflecting pools 'way down near her soul. The Awakening of Genius. Gone with the happiness of life was Dorothy's life ambition the stage. She grew bitter. Her heart longed for dramatic expression. She was full of it she was alive with pathos and sentiment that died like the lovemakin'g of a Pierrot when she squeaked ---words with her funny little hacked throat Then, one night, her mother took her to a "nickel show." Dorothy didn't know much about theaters. She had avoided them for two reasons she couldn't afford much amusement, and, whenever she heard the actresses sing or talk with modulated and reverberating tones, it made her sad it made her realize tbe extremity of her own misfortune. She went rather listlessly to the "nickel show." She saw action flash on the sheet and she saw a girl a girl not older than herself, not half as pretty, not one-tenth as gifted register the thoughts and Impulses and heart throbs that were burning in her own bosom. And she enunciated them without a voice. It was the shrine of silent art It was Mecca come to her the little victim whom the tenements and the dispensary bad robbed of the outlet for her inspiration. A new hope was born that night. The M iss Green after a day at the studios girl walked in a new-found Paradise. There was room for her ! The world had gers office next day; . The manager looked a place for her! Her born genius called to up gruffly, turned his eyes on Dorothy and her. And she was ready. held his eyes there. She was snout to Modestly the girl walked Into a mana- T?peak speak In her little rattling voice. And, as years had accustomed her to do, she hesitated in fear of its effect. But she had entered the portal of tbe world of silent speech. She didn't even have to use the wrecked chords. The manager rose half out of his chair. His eyes never left her face. "Do you want a job?" be asked. Dorothy nodded that she did. "Take this slip," said the manager, and he gave her a peremptory order oh the di rector to put her to work. Already she had entered tbe mystic land of voiceless communication. The director didn't ask her many ques tions, either. He took a couple of keen looks, Smiled and assigned her to a minor part in a picture under process of unfold ing. Great! The girl whose every faculty hid been developed for dumb expression, because for years she bad hid the voice of which ihe was ashamed, waft a revelation. From her soul, through eyes shadowed with toft and Silky, lashes, she spoke tbe deepest thoughts that 1 woman reay ei press. Her lips of gentle curl babbled In smiles, purred In romances, wept . in de spair, crooned In tenderness. They gave her the principal role In "Ths Spirit of the Poppy," a sensational William Fox thriller, It is said that she achieved a masterpiece, though the censors shelved. It because of the subject matter. 1 But the" piOROTHY GREEN, famed as one of filmland's fairest favorites, is at peace with the world after defeating a cruel fate that robbed her of a charming voice. directors and the producers knew that they had found a' star. They had found a per fect heroine in a girl who for the spoken drama would have been impossible! Now Dorothy Green is one of the fore most Fox leading women. She was cast as principal Support to William Farnum and built up S reputation with astonishing speed. In "The Wouderful Adventure" they pronounced the girl the girl who bates her- voice and fears it so that she is almost ashamed to pray aloud divine. Iu "Her Mother's Secret" she is superb. And more meu and women commune with the deepent throbs and the sweetest thoughts of Dorothy in a night through the messages of her eyes than can hear the superhuman trills of Calve in a lifetime or tbe harmonious speech of Maudf Adams in a whole career. Tbe flctlon-conreptlon of a Cyrano, who rose above the ralnery of a physical short coming and commanded the .heart renponne of a world of lovers of the beautiful in theme and story. Dorothy Green in real life, transcends that famous fsiry tale of fantasy. Stie asks no background of sympathy for whaj has been taken from her. She fares the world with what she baa left and it Is "Hough enough and resoundingly more. The cinema has revolved many times and has unreeled many weird and fanciful romances. But none that it has projected has mors of heart Interest, real heroism and modern poetry than its own pot of gold, at the end of its own rainbow for littls Dorothy Green, ravished of nature's precious gift, yet singing symphonies, lulla bys, oratorios and love songs with her eyes. (Copyriht .1915. 4y J. Kly.J How the Old May Look Young THE thyroid gland in the back of tbe neck has far greater Influence for good or evil la the woman than In the man. It Is her beauty shop. Here are manufactured the Juice which, with the help Of the sld Shops the other glands- o into her blood and keep away wrinkles, cause the flesh to retain Its plumpness, give her elasticity and plasticity, and fur nish force and vigor to the nervous system. The glands in the brain aid woman la keeping her particular functions In good working order, regulate her fatness or lean ness, keep her mentally active. Any actios or indiscretion which dis turbs tbe harmonious working of these glands goes to make some sge sign .long before Its time. These glands must have a period of rest In order to store up their fluids. If they do not get this rest their material is soon exhausted. The glsnds are deprived of that quantity and quality, strength and power of youth-making stuff needed hourly by the blood for repair work.v Nothing dries up the thyroid gland SO quickly as undue nervous strain. There. are many kinds of nervous strains that do not seriously' affect the thyroid thoite doe to natural conditions; grief, worry over lit tle failures and things, and married wor ries of tbe ordinary kind.