Movie Makers (Jan-Dec 1930)

JAIW^JA.Bt^*' 1930 A MOVIE MAKER In KING ARTHUR'S COURT u z OUNDS!"' cried King Arthur, smiting his armor-clad knee. "Wherefore takest thou again my picture-box — and why?" "Forsooth/' replied Lady Arthur, "I have not see thine old picture-box for lo these many moons." "What!" cried the King. "Meanest thou to say that thou hast not been making images of mine grandscion for Uncle Richard?" Lady Arthur raised her head and pouted prettily. "Not for these many moons," she repeated firmly. King Arthur brought his mailed fist down to the table with a bang. "Then, by the Great Horned Spoon!" he cried, "it hath gone the way of mine elk's tooth and mine gold flaggons, which were this day stolen from the Royal Treasury!" He paced angrily round and round the Round Table. Suddenly, he stopped and struck his great gong a resounding blow. A page entered and bowed low. "Tell Sir Sagramor to take three hundred knights and search the kingdom for my picture-box," thundered the King, "and, for every glass that has been broken, the scoundrel who stole it shall receive one thousand floggings! Go!" The page hurried away. -^ '^ King Arthur retired. He '^rM^' By Wayne B. Shoemaker With Apologies To Mar\ Twain was combing his Royal Locks the next morning when a page burst headlong into the Royal Bedroom and threw himself at his feet. "Oh, Sire," he cried piteously, "a most terrible visitation is upon us!" The King thrust a mailed fist into the boy's collar and dragged him to his feet. "Stay, wretch!" he cried, "Speak again — coherently ! " Shaking furiously, the page pointed toward the ceiling. "A b-b-b-big b-b-bbird is about to swoop down and annihilate us, Sire!" He trembled and sank to the floor in a swoon. Hastily buckling his trusty sword about him, the King hurried to the courtyard. Here a terrified populace cringed in the shadow of the buildings and gazed skyward, awe-struck. Even the brave knights shook with fear. King Arthur sprang to the side of Sir Ozana, whose face was blanched and who trembled like a leaf. He was conscious of a terrific buzzing in the air. "What is it?" he cried. In answer. Sir Ozana pointed a shaking finger skyward. The King fol lowed with his eyes and saw a huge bird circling above the courtyard. He stared open-mouthed. Then — "Think ye it will alight?" Even the King's knees clattered together. "I know not," mumbled Sir Ozana, — "but I hope not. Sire." In great fear, they watched. The bird slowly circled about. Then, suddenly, it poised directly overhead and, with a great whirring and buzzing, headed straight for the courtyard. The crowd fled. Gracefully and easily, the bird alighted and ran with alarming speed along the smooth floor of the court, straight for the niche where King Arthur and his knights had taken refuge. When almost upon them, it came to a stop and the buzzing ceased abruptly. With wide-staring eyes, the King and his knights watched a human being raise his head from the body of the bird and peer around. Then two long, ungainly legs were thrust painfully over the bird's wing. A body followed and a man hopped to the ground. Here he paused to yawn prodigiously and look around. King Arthur, wildly excited, poked Sir Ozana with an armored elbow. "Stay!" he cried, "is that not the Yankee — our beloved Sir Boss — come back?" THE S U P E R L A TIVES THE KING USED HAD PREPARED HIM FOR THE SIGHT OF AN EXCEPTIONALLY BEAUTIFUL GIRL Sir Ozana shook his head. "No, Sire, it is not he. This man's hair is red. And see — Sir Boss did not dress like that ! " The man was swathed from head to foot in a great, oversized leather suit. A leather hat, with wide glass eyes, was held tightly to his head by a strap 30