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present film. Probably Baird would want some of that stuff from him.

From the very beginning of "Object, Matrimony" it was apparent that the
picture drama would afford him excellent opportunities for studying the
Parmalee technique in what an early subtitle called "The Eternal Battle
of the Sexes." For Parmalee in the play was Hubert Throckmorton,
popular screen idol and surfeited with the attentions of adoring women.
Cunningly the dramatist made use of Parmalee's own personality, of
his screen triumphs, and of the adulation lavished upon him by
discriminating fair ones. His breakfast tray was shown piled with
missives amply attesting the truth of what the interviewer had said of
his charm. All women seemed to adore Hubert Throckmorton in the drama,
even as all women adored Harold Parmalee in private life.

The screen revealed Throckmorton quite savagely ripping open the
letters, glancing at their contents and flinging them from him with
humorous shudders. He seemed to be asking why these foolish creatures
couldn't let an artist alone. Yet he was kindly, in this half-humorous,
half-savage mood. There was a blending of chagrin and amused tolerance
on his face as the screen had him murmur, casting the letter aside,
"Poor, Silly Little Girls!"

From this early scene Merton learned Parmalee's method of withdrawing
the gold cigarette case, of fastidiously selecting a cigarette, of
closing the case and of absently--thinking of other matters--tamping
the gold-tipped thing against the cover. This was an item that he had
overlooked. He should have done that in the cabaret scene. He also
mastered the Parmalee trick of withdrawing the handkerchief from the
cuff of the perfectly fitting morning coat. That was something else he
should have done in The Blight of Broadway. Little things like that,
done right, gave the actor his distinction.

The drama progressed. Millionaire Jasper Gordon, "A Power in Wall
Street," was seen telephoning to Throckmorton. He was entreating the
young actor to spend the week-end at his palatial Long Island country
home to meet a few of his friends. The grim old Wall Street magnate was
perturbed by Throckmorton's refusal, and renewed his appeal. He was
one of those who always had his way in Wall Street, and he at length
prevailed upon Throckmorton to accept his invitation. He than manifested
the wildest delight, and he was excitedly kissed by his beautiful
daughter who had been st