Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
000113
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
July 11, 2024
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twn. I sometimes have an uncanny feeling about Sabu. Coincidence This is the boy we imagined way back in '29 when we or Pwdestinawere writing our story in Germany. We wrote down in so many words: 'He is a little orphan boy and hanger-on of the Maharajah's stables/ And then we wrote: 'His father died, and the elephant, the beloved elephant who had been in the family since his grandfather's time, went mad with grief and broke his chains and went ofFinto the jungle.' And now here is Sabu in the flesh, a little orphan Indian boy, ward of His Highness's stables. And they have been telling us the story, how when his father died his elephant grieved so that no one could do anything with him and there was nothing to do but take him to the jungle where he ran away — our imagined story and Sabu's true story almost identical. It was as we were writing our story that all this happened to Sabu, six years ago. It was already October. Five months of our allotted year were gone and so far we had done little systematic shooting, as there had been no weather for it. But now the monsoon showed signs of breaking. Everybody said we might begin to count on clear weather, so we made ready to stage the opening scenes in our script. 75