My Lord, boys, how long does it take you fellows to get your make-up off?
They'll have the film run and passed and released and out on the five-cent circuit on its fifteenth round before you--" Luck, director though he was, found it wise to pass out quickly and hold the door shut behind him for a minute.

"Honest, boys, you want to hurry," he called through the closed door.

He waited until the sounds within indicated that they were hurrying quite violently, and then he went his way; and he still had the look in his eyes of one who bears in his soul a secret guilt of which he is inclined to be proud.
When the Acme people gathered resignedly in the private projection room, however, Luck's wicked little twinkle had turned a shade anxious.

He excused himself from the chair between Martinson and Mollie Ryan, the stenographer, and went over to confer with the Happy Family and the dried little man who kept clannishly together as usual, and he forgot to return to his place.
The Acme people, personally and individually, were sick and tired of all motion pictures that did not portray with vividness the beauty or the talents of themselves, or the faults of their acquaintances.

No Acme people, save Lenore Honiwell and Tracy Gray Joyce and a phlegmatic character woman, were in this picture at all.