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THE ADVENTUROUS ROAD TO "THE MOST
DANGEROUS GAME"
By LOWELL THOMAS
TWO men who have lived dangerous lives have just directed their first studio film, and appropriately enough the title of their picture is "The Most Dangerous Game." The story of how these two men managed to land on top in Hollywood is one of the romantic stories of the day.
The 88-ton yacht Wisdom, out of Los Angeles on a three-year cruise around the world in quest of pictures of the mysterious, the strange, and the bizarre sights of distant places, put into the picturesque port of Jibuti, French Somaliland, on the east coast of Africa. Aboard were Merian C. Cooper, second in command, and Ernest B. Schoedsack, the official cameraman of the expedition.
Jibuti is the port of entry for the few travellers who set forth on a visit to the only remaining independent country in all Africa, the kingdom of Abyssinia. A small party went into the interior to Addis Ababa, capital of Abyssinia and home of Ras Tafari, the modern Lion of Judah. The plan was for Schoedsack to film this dusky descendant of Solomon and his numerous wives.
Ras Tafari was most hospitable. For their special benefit he assembled the entire Abyssinian army on a plain near the city. And from a high platform Schoedsack filmed the stirring charge of the black warriors. On they came, the dark barbaric horde, Fuzzy Wuzzy — tens of thousands of him.
"Boy, oh boy!" shouted Cooper. "What a picture!"
IN the days that followed, Schoedsack and Cooper discussed the possibilities of making a nature picture on a grand scale. Their idea was to film the life of a primitive people in its day to day struggle for existence.
Both were especially qualified for the work that they were planning. Schoedsack, a long, lean fellow in face and form, had begun his career as a cameraman for Mack Sennett in 1915, but the advent of the war sent him out on the adventure trail. As a cameraman with the photographic section, A. E. F., he learned to love excitement, to crave thrills. Following the war he got an assignment to go to Poland as a news cameraman to get pictures of patriotic Poles sniping the beards off the Bolsheviks. Traveling eastward by train he met Cooper, a husky,
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Ernest B. Schoedsack and Merian C. Cooper, camera adventurers extraordinary. (Below) As the two of them looked after a long trek in the Persian desert where razors are not even in the dictionary.