Film folk; close-ups of the men, women, and children who make the movies (1918)

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136 FILM FOLK the boys to shoot. It 's easy to be a good sport with an- other fellow's shape. Well, aU I remember is the two shots, and then a lot of people tryiag to untangle a dead lion, a camera, and a jackass. "When it was all over they began to make a hero of me; but I ended that bunk right quick by telling them that the reason I did n't move was because I couldn't, and that God must have been cranking the camera. "Never again! I '11 go up or down on anything, and take any human chance; but if I have to turn a handle while a hippopotamus starts to eat my foot off, the pub- lic will have to go without the picture." ACCIDENT INSURANCE COMES HIGH Mrs. Goodhue's desire to get me into a less hazardous occupation than that of camera man is not based solely on any silly feminine fright, just because I happened to land in the hospital. No, sirree! I leave it to her, when she wants to win a point, to back up her argument with facts. It seems there are in the world certain hard-boiled, ferret-eyed individuals who every so often gather about a mahogany table and, from the statistics on accidents that lie before them, figure out a very gruesome thing called a mortuary table. This is the dope sheet for the sprightly life and accident insurance ofScials. The thing friend wife discovered was that this table prompted the insurance companies to bet very high that a camera man will be either killed or injured within a specified time; in fact, they consider us fully a sixty percent, greater risk than the directors. She told me this morning she had been talking to the