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Updated: June 22, 2025
The paper episode, the vividness with which Sylvia had appeared to me, the brass frame made in the imitation of a porthole, and the camera's film, all contributed to a confusion not unshared by my three friends. "It's a darned funny coincidence," said Tommy, in an awed voice. "But, Jack, you don't think more seriously of it, do you?" "Would we be chasing these people if I didn't?"
Me, I know she's finish las' week. Looks like he's taking pictures out here all summer! You hear him say something, maybe?" "I not hear." "Them vaqueros bah! They don't bear nothings either. What's matter over there, nobody hear nothing? Luck, he got no tongue when camera's shut up, perhaps?" "Nah I dunno." Ramon looked at her for a minute in mute rage.
Her experience with motion-picture making, her listening to the shop-talk of the company, had taught her much; she knew that sometimes weeks elapse between the camera's work and the actual projection of a picture upon the theater screens. Still, this was, in a sense, a news release, and therefore in all probability hurried to the public.
It'll be better than the way we were to play it first. Catch him as he comes up!" "All right!" chuckled the young operator. "Oh, what a place to fall!" cried Miss Pennington, who was off one side, out of the camera's range. "His suit will surely need washing," remarked Alice. "Oh, how can you be so heartless?" asked her sister. "Heartless! Isn't that the truth?" Mr.
"What is the 'dead line'?" inquired Uncle John. "The line that marks the limit of the camera's scope. Outside of that you are quite safe. You will notice it is plainly marked in chalk." They passed around to the front and were amazed at the picture disclosed by the reverse of the gaunt, skeleton-like framework.
You saw the camera's inadequate representation of the graceful, strong kick, with which she, at this exciting moment, sent flying, high and far, the yellow silk garter that each evening spun from her agile limb and descended upon the delighted audience below.
No, but I'm broken-hearted, that's what. It's gone!" shouted the other, wringing his hands, "some wretch has stolen my camera, and films!" "What's that?" exclaimed Andy Lasher, jumping up from the side of Frank, where he had dropped to lend Jerry a helping hand. "My camera's stolen!
I expect she'd been some curious all along to see what this new Mrs. Zosco looked like. "What was it you said she used to be called, Torchy?" she demands. "'Myrtle Mapes, the Girl With the Million Dollar Smile, was the way she was billed," says I. "But them press agents don't care what they say half the time. And maybe she only smiles that way when the camera's set for a close-up."
"Yais, sah, I'se comm'!" answered the colored man, and the voice of the giant was also heard. The flashlights had ceased popping before this, and when the two lads and their helpers had reached the shop, there was no one in sight. "The camera's there all right!" cried Tom in relief as he picked it up from the box. "Now to see what it caught.
"We employ scenery, costumes and actors, but not in ways theatrical, for all our work is subservient to the camera's eye and the requirements of photography." While they were conversing, the two Stanton girls entered the office, having exchanged their costumes for street clothes and washed the make-up from their faces, which were now fresh and animated. "Oh, Aunt Jane!" cried Flo, running to Mrs.
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