Came the dawn : memories of a film pioneer (1951)

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the interest in mere movement in screen pictures had not yet completely faded out. Then came one which showed some slight perception of scenic value; a 'Thames Panorama' from the front of a steam launch. Then, evidently, we went to a cycle gymkhana, which is described as 'so familiar a sight as to need but little description.' It would appear that even bicycles in those days were still so new that the riding of them attracted attention and people flocked in quantities to these gymkhanas to see a Musical Ride by Ladies and Comic Costume Race for Cyclists. Nine of these epics, each of fifty feet, of course, take up numbers 12 to 21 in our first catalogue. Then we went further afield and bagged four little sea-side pictures at Blackpool. My camera at this time was a curious contrivance, for remember, photography for us then was still only a side-line. I have already mentioned the possession of a couple of Lumiere cameraprojector mechanisms. One of these we fitted up on a camerastand and so arranged it that the film, as it was exposed, dropped through into a light-tight bag slung between the legs of the tripod. The bag was made with light-tight sleeves into which I could slide my hands — one with a box in it — wind up the exposed film in my fingers and put it into the box. Then it only remained to attach another box with fifty feet of fresh film in it to the top of the camera, and all was ready for the next scene. One of the 'Ladies' Gymkhana' films I still have and use, with many others, in my 43