Writing for The New Rochelle Pioneer, February 20, 1915, John William Kellette told of an incident in Miss Anderson’s life: “’The Midget’ has been to the edge of the grave and came back again, and now she’s listening to the demands of Thanhouser directors and playing leads opposite Morris Foster, the popular Thanhouser star, for ‘Mignon’ has been away from the screen for more than six weeks for an operation for appendicitis, and because of that operation herein is the gist of the story which follows.
“Miss Anderson discovered something while under the influence of ether, that obsessed her so strongly, that she related to the incident to the writer, and it will bear retelling here.
“’The Midget,’ as she is lovingly called at the studio, had a strange dream you may call it, but she claims it to be an experience—when, after going upon the operating table and almost choking to death over the fumes of the either, she felt herself sinking into a blackness more terrible than anything she had ever imagined. She heard someone shout for ‘lights’ and she imagined herself back at the studio, but no light came. Instead, she felt her wrist grabbed suddenly by a Bewhiskered Patriarch who was speaking to somebody in the dense blackness.
“’Miss Anderson stands guard tonight,’ said the B.P.
“’Well, place her on the Western Hemisphere,’ replied the voice of a man she could not see.
“She was taken to a little nook and left for a moment. Slowly, as her eyes became accustomed to the strangeness and the darkness, she made out two globes that she recalled she had seen in geography at school, but upon these globes, which were larger than anything she had ever seen before, were belted running boards such as one finds upon summer street cars. The running boards were not more than a foot wide, it seemed, and they touched at a central point. ‘Miggie’ thought it all out. Hers was an astral body and she began to understand the biogenic life. The B.P. returned and Mignon shrank from him. He laughed at her fears.
“’Don’t shrink so, child,’ he said. ‘I am Diogenes.’
“’But where is your lantern?’ queried Miss Anderson.
“’We need no lantern at this time,’ he replied. ‘It is night, and it is your turn to stand guard over half of the world. You will take your station at that granite wall and remain until morning. Allow no one to pass, and give the alarm should anyone from Mars attempt to invade your territory. There are many others stationed at various spots about both hemispheres, but under no circumstances leave your post.’ The B.P. stationed ‘Miggie’ at the ‘granite wall,’ and was gone in an instant. Miggie looked about her. Was that the Hudson River running beneath her station, and were these the Palisades that she stood against? It was all so strange. She realized, soon, that the world was traveling toward dawn, and it was taking up a tremendous pace. She was not alone, she found out, by any means. Always a little ahead, on the other hemisphere, she could make out faces. There was ‘Morry’ Foster just beyond earshot. She’d like to reach him, but she couldn’t and were she to try to make the step across, she was sure she’d fall to the yawning abyss below. As she’d look beneath her post, she’d see it change from running water to space in one instant; jagged rocks and mountain tops in another, or forests of limitless size. She’d pinch herself, to see if it were all real. She’d feel the pinch and decide that it was.
“On the other running board, across the way, she counted hundreds of wraiths and humans standing guard—in panoramic reviews came the faces of stars who had come and gone from Thanhouser’s—Billy Russell, ‘Buddy’ Garwood, Barry O’Neil, Martin Faust, Jean Darnell, and countless others, and nodding to her from other places would come the smiling faces of Harry Benham, Peggy Snow, Jim Cruze, Florence LaBadie, but always, just ahead, Morris Foster.
“And then, something happened! She found herself shoulder to shoulder with one of the Asiatic races and the speed of the earth slackening. What was happening. She tried to cry out. She couldn’t! Her shoulders seemed to be crushing in—one against the Palisades and the other against this unknown person, who stared with frightened eyes at her. Their cheeks touched. The crush was dreadful! Ah! It was easing off and she felt herself able to breathe, but what was this? Her cheek was caught to that of the Asiatic! Oh! the pain of it all!
“Foster was looking at her and smiling as if to encourage her. She didn’t have time to even think him rude. Wider and wider grew the gap between the running boards. The central point had passed, but the cheeks stuck! It appeared to ‘The Midget’ that cheeks were made of India rubber for just this purpose. The pain was killing. She tried to cry out—and, succeeded!
“’The city is not going to burst,’ came back a voice she could not recognize.
“’Then the country is going to burst!’ chided the frightened ingenue.
“’The county is not going to burst,’ thundered back the voice.
“Oh, wouldn’t something happen to relieve this awful agony? She put both hands to her cheeks to try to help the strain—there was a snapping of cheeks! There was a tremendous light as if from burning arcs.
“’The whole world is going to burst!’ shouted the now thoroughly frightened guard.
“She felt herself seized from behind. She was in the arms of the Be-whiskered Patriarch, and she tried to struggle. She noticed that ‘Morry’ Foster was trying to make his way to her from the opposite running board, as he bowled over several Asians, then all was black to her. She remembered struggling, but to no avail.
“She was dragged into an underground passage, and heard the voice of the B.P. saying ‘She’s gotta die, She has learned the secret of the world!’
“’So be it,’ gloomily sayeth another. ‘Miggie’ looked about for her director for a cue on what to do next. She thought it all a photoplay. No director, however, was in sight. Where was Foster? He always came at the logical moment. He, too, was non est. ‘Oh, the cowards’ she cried. ‘In real life they come!’
“Mignon was ruthlessly thrown upon a table and several hoary men of the Pleistocene period hovered over her. One held a knife. He was bent upon killing her, and these others simply looked on, and held her, and took everything for granted. As she struggled, Foster rushed into the room and the assassins-to-be gave way. Mignon opened her eyes!
“True enough, Foster had hold of her hand, and the people who had rushed her to the edge of the grave were the physicians that were trying to bring her back. It was several hours before Miss Anderson realized that she was truly in the hands of her friends.
“The ‘dare-devil’ ingenue became ill just after the filming of An Inside Tip, a Thanhouser single-reeler of newspaper life, in which Miss Anderson and Morris Foster took the leads. The script called for a dive overboard from a speed motorboat wherein Miss Anderson was to rescue Mr. Foster, whom crooks had dumped into the Sound, bound and gagged. In attempting to make the leap or dive, Miss Anderson struck against an upright and the tossing boat hurled her heavily against a support. She was dazed, but if the reader remembers the photoplay, they will recall that as she reeled backward willing hands caught her and two officers made the leap after Mr. Foster. It was presumed that at this time Miss Anderson received the injury that necessitated the trip to the hospital.
“In health Miss Anderson weighs 98 pounds. She doesn’t weigh that at this writing, however, but her dreamy blue eyes and blonde hair are the same, and the little Baltimore-bred girl is dearer than ever to her co-workers because of her absence from them.
“It is a matter of interest to know that since she was a child in arms Miss Anderson has been upon the stage until coming to Thanhouser four years ago to work in her first picture—Robert Emmet. Her father, Frank Anderson, played with all the stars of the old school—Booth, McCullough, Louis James, Robert B. Mantell, James H. Wallick, Charles B. Hanford and many others, since, and from the time ‘Miggie’ was a tot, she had the baby parts in those companies.
“She has been in almost 300 photoplays and loves to do scripts that calls for deeds of daring. She wouldn’t hesitate to fall from a horse or jump from the top of a building into a fire net if the script calls for it, but directors are warned not to allow her to do anything very strenuous for some time to come. She will continue to play leads opposite Morris Foster, however, in photoplays written especially for this talented team.”