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Camera secrets of Hollywood : simplified photography for the home picture maker (1931)

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Chapter XI M O R E W A N D E R I N G S oLe et us quickly pass over the winter following the making of the Mount Adams picture known as "When the Mountains Call." The strangest thing about the motion picture industry is that no matter where a picture is made, it must eventually be taken to New York to be sold. It took me two months from Portland, Oregan to carry this picture to its market in New York City. Having no money it was necessary to book the picture from town to town, goingMahomet one better by making the mountain pay for the ticket across the country. This was followed by five months of peddling this "brain-child" from one distributing company to another before at last disposing of it, although at a slight loss. (If they had ever run out of hot-cake batter at the Child's Restaurants that winter I would have starved to death. ) But the spring of 1915 once more found me back in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains in Washington. For this season I had planned a much longer stay in the mountains and a trip of greater length. We were to go from the Hell Roaring Canyon country, which lies to the east of my old friend Mt. Adams, and then north up the backbone of the Cascades clear to the Canadian line. But there was practically no money. It was necessary to spend a month in the so-called "chiseling" of a pack outfit. Unable to afford a packer for the trip, I bought a book on the subject of "packing," and with the aid of a carpenter's wooden horse and several empty boxes and odd bundles I proceeded to learn the intricacies of the single and doublediamond hitch. Once learned it was never forgotten, and many [83 1