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MOTION PICTURE MAGAZINE
RINGING THE ANGELUS AT THE SAN XAVIER MISSION NEAR TUCSON
Liar" and "The Blunderer's Mark." "The Caballero's Way" is said to be the finest film that has been produced at Tucson. It is valued at $20,000, and by a lucky chance was saved from the recent fire that destroyed the Eclair plant at Fort Lee, N. J.
Some of the scenes were taken at
the Davidson goat ranch at kidding time ; others at the San Xavier Mission, where the Angelus is rung by a tonsured priest and was received with the same silent reverence by the Indians as by those French peasants depicted by Millet.
Another director, the famous Romaine Fielding, of the Lubin Company, has used Tucson and its environs for the locale of several of his important pictures. Mr. Fielding is noted as being particular in the truthfulness of his locations and has searched every state in the "West to find the type of scenery and topography suited to his needs. It takes a versatile man to be nature-lover, artist, actor and director, and these qualifications Romaine Fielding possesses to a high degree. Once having taken note of the beauties and appropriateness of a location, it never slips his memory, so his familiar figure will, without doubt, be seen detraining into sun-smiling Tucson again.
The Movie Pest
By FRANK MARKWARD
And now there comes among us the dizzy movie pest, and by all near comparisons he's worse than all the rest. He always sits behind our chair and comments on each scene, until of comfort we despair and wish his grave was green. And, likewise, fervently we hope that dumbness quick will scoot in from the outer darkness and choke the crass galoot.
The obvious is all that comes before his little mind; his mouth's a blatant phonograph to move to wrath mankind; and so he babbles on and on, while all around him sit a score of
wretched folk like we, who curse his shallow wit. But he prates on and smiles with oily leers and blinks; thinks he, "I'm some libretto to this passel of dub ginks."
He little knows how close he leans across destruction's path; he little recks how 'round him seethes the virtuous vials of wrath ; how one and all about him is pining just to clout him with axe or club or tomahawk, or just a good red brick.
We'd like to maul and flay him, and just before we slay him, to take him out in sections and see what makes him tick.