American cinematographer (Jan-Dec 1924)

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August, 1924 AMERICAN CINEMATOGRAPHER Fifteen (Continued from page 13) size would make all the big stages put together look like one of George Eastman's Cine Kodaks beside the big camera up at Mount Wilson. And talk about a Wampas frolic or an A. S. C. ball — this was the devil's ball. And instead of confetti and all that stuff, they were shooting Roman Candles and tossing around red-hot rivets, playful like. C. B. ought to been there. He'd a-give the rest of the hair on his head to shoot the scene, I'd been willing to bet. But as soon as they lamped me they laid off the censorable stuff and made a path as wide as a director gets among the extra girls and boys. This was more attention than I ever did get in my life outside of the time I forgot to load the magazines and was grinding an empty camera on the old man's twenty thousand dollar set. Meanwhile they had begun shouting, long live the king, long live the king, and I begun to suspicion that maybe this was a p. a. gag on that picture of Jackie Coogan's that Frank Good shot not so long ago. But when all of these here dames started running out and kissing me on the shins, I begun to take a little stock in myself and think maybe I'd be a big director some day after all — these people here sure seemed to realize my importance. Then they bust out shooting Roman Candles again and hot rivets too, but strange to say, they were just like bawling out a star — they didn't phase me a bit. All at once I caught sight of the throne. It was made out of running pig iron illuminated with Sun arcs. Before I knew what was happening, my reception committee had me up to the throne and was saying, Meet the Devil himself. What a devil ! They wouldn't even let him in a Main street burlesque show. He didn't have no form at all. He didn't even come near to lookin' like George Arliss in his picture. No horns, no zits, no goatee, no climbing eyebrows, no forked tail, no pitchfork, no villain leer, no red skin, no nothing. But here was the big wallop. He looked like the walking impersonation of what the comic artists picture Old Man Blue Sunday. He looked like he wouldn't say "hell" for the heat of it. He was just too pious looking for words. But he found words all right. Brother and stister denizens of the most glorious land of hell, he said, allow me to introduce to you this evening our King for the Night. As you know, fond "brethern and sisters, there is only one day a year when the Devil himself can be superseded on his throne and that is on the day of the Devil's ball. And there is only one kind of person who can supersede him on that day. And that person must be a fresh arrival in hell that day. You will observe that he is here. He comes on the right day. You will also observe that he fulfills the specifications of a King at the Devil's ball. He is freckled faced and red haired. Ladies and gentlemen of hell, I take great honor in presenting to you our king for the day — Mr. Mike O'Leary, the king of hell. Well, sir, I'll tell you that I had a hunch that maybe this guy was trying to kid me, especially when he made those cracks about my complexion and my coiffure. I know I ain't got one of them skins you love to touch, but still at the same time I ain't ashamed of being Irish — even in hell. I was just about to haul off and knock this son of an WINFIELD-KERNER STUDIO LIGHTING EQUIPMENT OUR NEW ROTARY SPOT LIGHT Is Second to None Ask for Demonstration Al. De Bus "The Heavylite Man" Los Angeles County Distributor Wmfield-Kerner Products Factory: 323-2 7 East 6th Street Phone VAndike 62 I I Hollywood Office: 6725-55 Santa Monica Blvd. Phones: GRanit 9601, GRanit 9402 Night Phone GRanit 4864 FOR SALE Pathe No. 1110, completely equipped with six magazines, tripod, tilt head, mats and vignettes of every description. Guaranteed in perfect shape. 40, 50 and 85 mm. lenses. Bargain. JAMES C. VAN TREES American Society of Cinematographers SCHEIBE'S PHOTO-FILTER SPECIALTIES Are now popular from coast to coast, and in some foreign countries. If my many varieties do not always fill the bill, tell me your wants and I will make them on special order. Always at your service. GEO. H. SCHEIBE 1636 Lemoyne St. DUnkirk 4975 Los Angeles, Cal. l/ALTER. 1 VAN ROSSEM 6049 Hollywood Blvd. Phone Holly 725 COMMERCIAL PHOTOGI^PHY Still Developing and Prinlino^ aMCoraaas-FOR. RENT— Still