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platform, on the other end of which I attached the film mechanism. Now I could at any moment change over in a second from lantern slides to 'living pictures' or vice versa by merely sliding the platform across.
Paul had some 'throw-outs/ cheap films, in a junk basket. I bought one or two for four shillings each. We now had a means of producing a film show in our cellar. Each film ran for forty seconds.
Remember my early life: photography — limelight — lantern shows — lectures. The next step was obvious and inevitable. I had some hundreds of lantern slides from my own negatives accumulated over several years. What more natural than that they should be grouped into a few short series having a 'story content,' be fertilised by suitable films from the said junk basket, built up with lecture and music and taken all over the country to halls where many in the audience had never seen a living photograph in their lives before.
My father was still travelling with his several lectures to various halls about the country but things had changed a little. He seldom travelled his big biunial lantern and all the accessories but had to be content with carrying a box of slides under his arm and trusting to local showmanship to see him through. He never grumbled and I did not think of it at the time, but I expect now that fees were shrinking in value and shortage of cloth meant cutting his coat to fit. In any case lantern shows would not have stood up long against moving pictures, though many of the slides were very beautiful and there are others now more beautiful still in the hands of really clever amateur photographers.
Other things were changing their pattern too. It ceased to be necessary to travel oxygen-making plant and heavy gas-bags, for both gases could be bought and carried in comparatively small cylinders. That is what I used and even with film-showing apparatus my luggage was smaller than his used to be. As to subject matter, I remember one little series which always went down very well indeed. It was called The Storm and consisted of half a dozen slides and one forty-foot film. My sister Effie was a very good pianist and she travelled with me on most of these jaunts. The sequence opened with a calm and peaceful picture of sea and sky. Soft and gentle music (Schumann, I think). That changed to another seascape, though the clouds looked a little more interesting, and the music quickened a bit. At each change
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