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They must say good-by with a mere handshake, though this was a slow, trembling, long-drawn clasp while they steadily regarded each other, and a second camera was brought to record it at a distance of six feet. Merton Gill thrilled with the knowledge that he was beholding his first close-up.
You may have wondered at the realism of those blizzard scenes, and you may have been curious to know how the camera got the effect. It was wonderful photography, of course; but then, the blizzard was real, and that pinched, half frozen look on Jean's face in the close-up where she met Lite was real.
Then, when he gets a close-up of who's tryin' to snare him, he pushes a snappy left in on Rupert's nose. "Go away, fellow!" remarks Dudley. "Snake in the grass!" says Rupert. Then they clinched and begun rollin' over on the deck, clawin' each other. Course, Mrs. Mumford lets out a few frantic squeals and slumps in a faint. Professor Leonidas Barr starts wringin' his hands and groaning "Oh, dear!
Close-up scenes were made, showing Birdie Lee and Miss Shay fighting off their Confederate admirers. Then came the turn in the battle where the Southern force had to give way. "Burn the house, boys!" cried their officer; and this would be flashed on the screen later as a lead.
The close-up expression of the dying matador had been denied them. The other undeterred, sank into the chair opposite, his face twisted cynically. Joe placed him now. Freddy Soligen. Give the man his due, he and his team were right in there when the going got hot.
"This is working with live things, if anybody wants to know," Pete declared. "Wait till you see Burns in action; handling bronks is easy compared to " "About where does the side line come, Pete?" Burns interrupted. "If Gil stands here and holds the horse for that close-up saddling " He whirled upon Gil Huntley. "Lead that sorrel up here," he commanded.
Yet he was fascinated by this close-up suggestion of man to man in battle, of German to American, of materialist to idealist, and beyond all control was the bursting surge of his blood. The exercises he had gone through, the trick he had acquired, somehow had strange power to liberate his emotion. The officer Huon spoke English, and upon his words Dorn hung spellbound.
Cleveland, eyes upon interferometer grating and spectrophotometer charts, fingers flying over calculator keys, grinned as he turned toward Rodebush. "Just as you thought, Skipper; an ultra-band pusher. Shall I give him a little pull?" "Not yet; let's feel him out a little before we force a close-up. We've got plenty of mass. See what he does when I put full push on the projectors."
"Remember all the emphasis you placed upon the fact that she would cry out. She was not supposed to cry out in that first scene." "No, Walter, but if you'll read the second, the close-up, you'll see that the script actually calls for a cry. Now suppose she makes an exclamation in the first instead. Nobody would think anything of it.
It took several more rounds before the huge bulk rolled over, gave a few spasmodic kicks, and then expired. "Bully work, boys!" shouted Jack, as he hurried forward to take a close-up view of their victim. "Gee whiz! but isn't he a buster though? Never did I dream I'd help bring down a real Arctic white bear! And just to think of the queer conditions of this hunt, too, will you?
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