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

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three babies to place in his arms. He says: That's just like Eustace: he always is so 'olesale.' This indication of the soldiers' language^by one or two dashes was the way the swear-words were suggested in Darlington's book, and I believe it was a truly artistic device and far more effective than the words themselves would have been, while offending nobody. Each reader filled in every hiatus according to his own imagination and attained to the full the satisfaction which grows from the use of really strong swear-words. I once knew a little boy who, after he had been thwarted in some childish desire, strode in high dudgeon to the end of the garden where there was a small shrubbery in which he could hide. His parents followed him stealthily and heard him spitting out all the 'swear-words' he knew — 'Bother, beastly, cat, blow, brutal, bottom? after which he felt better. The same little chap for his next birthday wanted a bicycle, with that terrible longing which perhaps only children know. Someone advised him to pray for it and then it might come. He did. They determined his prayers should be answered, but with a precaution dictated by their fear of danger. On the great day he crept eagerly down the garden path and suddenly stopped dead. Then he fell upon his knees and with clasped hands cried out from the bottom of his poor little heart: 'Oh. God. Don't you know the difference between a bicycle and a tricycle?' The 'trade show' of Alf's Button was a very great success. Perhaps I had better explain a little what is meant by a trade show, although its meaning is fairly well expressed in its name; for it is a private showing of a new film, given exclusively to the trade, to provide a foreknowledge of it and to promote its sale. A big and important theatre was usually hired for the purpose and the picture presented with full orchestra and any other artful aid which might be considered appropriate, such as a highly finished and illustrated synopsis eulogising the film, or perhaps merely describing it without exaggeration. Personally, I was rather pernickerty about the music and generally managed to secure Louis Levy to arrange it for me and to select and conduct the orchestra. He was very skilful. His music was apt, pleasant, never obtrusive — a great contrast to much of that which so often spoils modern pictures. The marked success in this case led up to an important change in my business arrangements. I had seen a great deal of Paul 176