Sally of the Sawdust
"SALLY OF THE
Carol Dempster and W. C. Fields
|From a play by
|Screen Version by|
Produced under the
personal direction of
D. W. GRIFFITH
Copyright 1925 by
D. W. Griffith Inc.
Passed by the National Board of Review
Green Meadow, Connecticut, near the suburban area of New York.
The home of Judge Foster, an austere New Englander, rich in acres but poor in cash—Mrs. Foster and her daughter.
"I told you if you married that circus man there would be no place for you in this house. You have made your bed, now lie in it."
In the far West, five years later.
McGargle, a circus fakir, who sometimes finds it convenient to use the name of Harkness.
"Since my husband was taken, you have been my only friend, McGargle. Do what is best for Sally."
"Perhaps my people in Green Meadow might help."
Using the name of Harkness, McGargle writes to the Fosters of their daughter's death—
—but tells them nothing of the child.
After years, in Western Pennsylvania.
We find Sally a strange, whimsical creature, part tomboy, part woman, her only world the easy-going circus.
"Let's go, Lucy."
Sally of the sawdust.
Elephants for playmates.
MAT 1 P.M.
Working up applause for Pop.
"Step inside and see the greatest show on earth!"
"It's not a game of chance—it's a game of science and skill—the old army game!"
"Your eye against my hand."
"Under which shell is the little pea?"
McGargle, whom Sally has always worshipped as her real father, suddenly realizes a father's responsibility.
"You're growing up, Sally."
"We want our money back."
A circus call for help—"Hey Rube!"
"This money is my Pop's."
"Here's your money, Pop."
Thinking to investigate her family in Green Meadow, and if they prove the right sort, restore Sally to them.
The influx of the city rich into country homes has put Green Meadow on the map, and made the fortune of the Fosters.
Weatlh and luxury fail to erase from the mother's heart the memory of that only daughter, driven from home on account of her marriage.
The stranding of the circus in Connecticut has given McGargle a new idea in his investigation of Sally's family—
—so he spent his last cent on a telegram.
NEWCOMB CARLTON, PRESIDENTGEORGE W. E. ATKINE, VICE-PRESIDENT
RECEIVED ATBURRVILLE STATION
GREEN MEADOWS CONN JULY 12 1925
PROF EUSTACE MCGARGLE
JOIN AT GREEN MEADOW PAY YOUR OWN
WORLD CARNIVAL CO.
"I've been keeping a quarter for a long while Pop, so we'll eat and walk."
"——for the great Professor McGargle—he's very particular!"
Footsore, they take a desperate chance.
—into smooth meadows.
"Daughter, we have arrived!"
"Give her a little coal in about fifteen minutes, and you can dry yourselves while I'm away at breakfast."
Shivering needs——desperate remedies!
Mr. Lennox, whose friendship has been largely responsible for the Fosters' good fortune.
Peyton Lennox, upon whom is centred all his father's family pride.
"Sally, you are growing up!"
GREEN MEADOW ANNUAL CARNIVAL
FOR THE BENEFIT OF
The carnival is held on the Lennox property, adjoining their home.
The girl—the father's choice.
"Can you inform me where I can locate the manager?"
"No card games, no gambling."
Sally goes a-walking.
"By the way, do you know a Henry C. Foster?"
"Yes, sir. He's a judge—one of the richest men in town—don't like show people, though!"
"That's Judge Foster."
"Got a face that looks like it wore out four bodies."
"I live right up here."
"Yes? That's my house over there."
A rich young man—a homeless waif—the eternal bond of youth.
"Do you know that boy of yours has lost his head over that show girl?"
So Judge Foster begins persecuting the daughter of their beloved only child.
"Keep your eye on this McGargle and his daughter. They are a menace to the community."
"That's Judge Foster's place."
"I don't want to hear anything from you. Get off the grounds!"
McGargle quiets his conscience with the thought that Sally would be happier in ignorance of her parentage.
"What did you go there for, Pop?"
On the old job again——determined to keep secret and hold Sally for himself.
The lonely Mrs. Foster—
Young Lennox——a committee member.
Sally is engaged to dance at the Foster home, which has been loaned to the committee for a charity function.
For the first time McGargle sees Sally as more than a loving daughter—as a money getter, a business asset.
As the carnival nears its close—
"Come to your senses! You're making a show of yourself over this girl—the daughter of that faking scoundrel!"
"Don't you say anything about my Pop!"
"If we're not good enough for you, you're not good enough for us!"
"Now that you've made so much fuss, if she'll have me, I'll marry her!"
Determined to save his friend from the scandal of Peyton marrying "this guttersnipe nobody of the circus".
"They said I wasn't any good."
Indignation tempts McGargle to reveal the secret—
"They said you weren't any good."
"I'll get them both, Judge."
—but again the weakens.
The ball at the Foster home.
Sally, anxious to see the inside of the great house—
Never dreaming it was, by right, her own.
"Entertainers use the side entrance, please."
Sally, slightly frightened, but——
The grandmother, strangely drawn to the waif.
Peyton's scheme to show that Sally could hold her own with any of them.
Sally in her splendor—
"Telegram for the lady."
"Please, don't talk now, it'll only bring on another scene."
"The carnival is over to-morrow, and after that I'll see you again, I promise."
And so Sally—
"Excuse me—I just wanted to sit in a chair and look at the room."
"I enjoyed your dancing so much. You know—I always liked to dance—"
"—but the Judge was so austere."
"I don't believe that talk, Henry. I believe she is a good girl, no matter what anyone says."
McGargle introduces the natives to the mysteries of three card Monte.
The friendly constable.
The unfriendly constable.
Mr. Lennox invents urgent business to send his son away.
"Don't Pop, please—you promised me you wouldn't do this again."
"McGargle, you are under arrest."
To save Pop, she takes the cards, the evidence.
"You are under arrest as an accomplice."
"Pop—they've got me!"
"Wait 'til my Pop gets you——he'll knock your block off!"
"Please don't put my name down—that's a terrible disgrace."
"We've got the girl."
McGargle stumbles on a most carefully guarded cache.
"It's that Revenuer."
Now knowing that young Lennox had been sent away, Sally fears everyone has deserted her through her disgrace.
"That's McGargle of the carnival. He's all right."
"They arrested your girl—they're going to send her up."
"When Professor McGargle comes, tell him where I am, please."
"You know too much about us. You're going with the truck to Albany tonight."
"Judge Foster is about to open Court."
Expecting every moment that the next would bring him——
"You saw the money passed?"
"You identify this girl as an accomplice?"
"She helped him to escape, Your Honor. We found the cards on her."
"You believe this girl's father to be an absolutely improper guardian for her?"
"McGargle is a worthless crook, Your Honor."
McGargle decides to give himself up, pay the penalty, and take Sally away forever.
"What is your age?"
If the little grandmother only knew that the Judge was torturing their baby's baby.
"Your father's name?"
"Professor Eustace McGargle."
"Your mother's name?"
"Pop—he's the only mother I've ever had."
"Don't trifle with this Court. Answer me!"
"I said he's the only mother I've ever had."
"I'll tell everybody he's a noble, honorable gentleman!"
The wrong turn.
"When my Pop gets back, he's gonna lay you all flat!"
"I am going to send you to a home for wayward girls, where you will be away from your evil associates."
"Please wait until Professor McGargle comes back, and he'll fix everything."
"Won't somebody please find Professor McGargle?"
"Professor McGargle of the carnival. Teel him to hurry, they've got me."
"I'd ha' been here sooner, but I was thrown by a Ford."
"Her mother was Mary Foster——your daughter, Judge."
"You are accused of gambling."
"It was not gambling, Your Honor! It was a game of science and skill——the old army game!"
|J. EUSTACE McGARGLE
The old army game!
"SALLY OF THE SAWDUST"
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