The Phonogram (1901-04)

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aio THE PHONOGRAM catching moving pictures. My companion and I, in the course of our rambles, walked right up to the mouth of one of the machines and we thought it was a great joke. “I never gave it another thought, and it had passed clear out of my mind, until one night in November when I was at home for three or four days to vote. My wife and I thought it would be nice to go to a continuous per- formance show, a feature of which was a kinetoscope with all the latest pictures of interest, so the bills said. We found ths pictures fully up to what they were represented, and my wife was enjoying them hugely, and I was pleased because she was. I wasn’t paying much attention, and really didn’t notice what the man said who was introducing the pictures, when all at once my wife gave me a sudden jerk of the arm. i( 1 What is it, my dear ?* said I, kind of waking up. “ 1 Look at that,* said she, nodding toward the picture then before us. “ ‘ What is it all about ?* said I, noticing that it was a scene of a great crowd on a street somewhere. “ ‘ Why,* she said, jerking me as if I was a fish she had caught, 4 there*5 you in the crowd and there’s a woman with you. Oh, John,* and she sobbed like. il ‘Then I began to take notice, and by this time, too, the picture was moving on, bringing the crowd down the street, apparently coming right straight out into the audi- ence, you know how they look in a kinetoscope, and, by the Jumping Jehosophat, there I was in that Indiana town with the woman hanging on my arm, laughing and talking, and pushed every which way by the other people, and having fun and my wife staring right at us and clutching my arm like a policeman making an arrest. At first we were quite f