American cinematographer (Jan-Dec 1924)

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Sixteen AMERICAN CINEMATOGRAPHER August, 1924 "The Sea Hawk" "The Fire Patrol" The screen's most discriminating producers have entrusted the millions represented in thei*negatives to the Roy Davidge Film Laboratories. Superior cinematography does not end with the great responsibility of the cinematographer. Its very existence depends on intelligent laboratory work. And that sort of work, being a true undertaking of art, cannot be turned out by factory methods but demands personai attention — such as the Roy Davidge organization, backed by years of experience, is preeminently able to give. Cinematographers, directors, producers, turn your negative over to Davidge — as Frank Lloyd, Hunt Stromberg, Harold Lloyd and many others have done — and you will save yourselves hours of worry and at the same time get the lab work you've been wanting. ROY DAVIDGE FILM LABORATORIES Phone GRanite 9503 6701 Santa Monica Boulevard (Opposite Brulator's) assistant back into the middle of Bluemonia where he come from when I couldn't help but notice that the hand I was getting all over the house was the real McCoy. Lillian Russell at a gibson girl matinee or keep Cool Cal Coolidge at a Republican convention couldn't have got a better one. So in the back of my head I begun to hope that Wesley Barry or Mickey Daniels wouldn't show up and queer my act, even if the Devil himself knew my name. Lord knows where he got it. So I cut loose with my speech of acceptance. Cal or Jack Davis could do no better in the hills West Virginia or Vermont. Ladies and gentlemen, says I, it does indeed give me great pleasure to be with you on this memorable occasion. I guess you are all familiar with the platform that elevated me to this signal honor. Now that I am elected I am hell-bound to carry out that platform and I will work to do it until the fires of hell freeze over. My new department of refreshments, which I will call Andy Budheuser to head, will see to it that there is never a dry mouth in hell. There will be crushed ice on every corner and brass rails instead of curbs. Every corner will receive a fresh consignment of limes each day and the gin will be the best that the London ginneries can turn out — with no counterfeited labels on them either. I will nationalize the electric fan industry and pledge myself to see that everybody keeps cool even if it is as hot as hell which it is. But appreciative of the substantial vote that my lady supporters have always given me I want to reiterate at this time that a large fox and ermine farm is to be established on the Hothouse grounds for the raising of furs for the ladies to wear on summer p.m.'s. Those ladies who voted against me will not be forgotten, either, for they will be given neckpieces made out of the choicest bat hides. You should of seen that gang fall for my line. My audience was truly electrified. They hung on my words like mother does onto the second Mary Pickford when she brings her into the casting office with the twenty-five year old curls hanging down the sweet young thing's back. I wound up my little spiel with a dodge something like this: I know that we are going to be friends, so on with the dance and don't nobody pay for any drinks tonight, for I proclaim it a national holiday and the saloons can present their bills to the national treasury and warrants will be issued forthwith. You should a-heard the howl go up. They gave me the hip, hip, hooray and said I was the hottest guy in hell. Well I busted out into the crowd intending to look up some of my relatives and friends, thinking that they would be the first ones to get jobs in the king's privy cabinet, because, having received my training in the hard school of motion pictures, I knew that it was most highly ethical to see that all of your relatives had jobs first. But I got the surprise of my life when I focussed on the crowd. I couldn't dig up a single crony of mine. I began to regret that I hadn't rustled up a job on Fox's Dante's "Inferno" as an assistant to the assistant property man so that I would have the lowdown on how