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The Non-Fiction of the Movies
years in Alaska; I have mushed it with a team of untamed huskies from Seattle to New York, a trip that tires most people who make it nowadays in the luxury of a Pullman.
However, this expedition into the aforementioned Cascades came as near as any of my experiences to sending me over the Great Divide — with cold feet and an empty stomach.
On September 30, 1918, R. C. Bruce, of the Educational Film Company, his wife, a courageous little woman — one might say a "brick" — and myself were assembled at the Barclay Hotel of Leavenworth, Washington, just prior to our mountain climb.
After dinner in the only cafe we attended the theater. Every town that is big enough to have five buildings on its principal street also has its movie.
Summit Lake
near Kodak Peak,
in the Cascades
Mountains
UP to the present time the non-fiction of the movies, the little bits of facts wedged in between the bewildering romance of the movies, has had very little attention in comparison to the glory of the usual "feature."
There are several men, as adventuresome as the great Griffith, whose zeal along the more serious lines has not been lessened by the lack of the applause which stirred their co-workers to great successes. Not that we do not love the highly colored romances of the motion picture, but we do plead for more recognition of the efforts of those who are connected with the other lines.
These men have braved the climate, the customs, of every nation on earth, from the dusky Eskimos to the Samoans of the far South. These men have actually and earnestly risked their lives on the deserts, among unsanitary conditions, and have imperiled themselves on the dangerous Alps, the treacherous Rockies and the glaciers of the northland.
There are indeed few who appreciate the tremendous risk of a mountain journey even into our own Rockies, and the very picturesque Cascades of the Northwest.
Very recently I had the pleasure, perhaps rather doubtful at times, of being on an expedition into the latter which was so rich in experience that it will be one of the most vivid memories of a long life, full, if I may say so, with experiences that are unusual.
I have traveled as a cow-puncher all over r\ the West in the early days ; I have lived for 4 40 .A Gt
We were very much amused to see a picture of Hindustan thrown on the screen. That is progress — for the natives of a little "burg" to see before their eyes the Far East for the sum of ten cents. Efficient traveling, it might be called! Indeed, this influence of education and intellectual growth is greater than most people imagine.
This influence decides the walk, the talk, the dress and even the morals of many impressionable boys and girls. Therefore, in a small place, the inhabitants are entirely at the mercy of the booking agent, and pity them if he has poor, taste.
Early the next morning, Martin, our trusty guide, proceeded ahead with the pack train of seven horses, thirtyone miles up the mountain to Telma. The rest of the party made the trip by auto, which, by the way,
was far Cuger Creek frQm com_ where a halt r , .
was made for iortable. luncheon We put up