The Life and Adventures of Carl Laemmle (1931)

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TOWARD UNIVERSAL 157 of the ports. Doc. suggested to his wife that she should fill a large trunk with raw stock, to be procured according to instructions, enclosed. The trunk would come through unmolested with the family luggage. Mrs. Willatt, forsaking all and cleaving only, did as her husband asked, and the situation was relieved. William T. Rock in Cuba was distant about his son-in-law. Young rebels were not lightly to be endured. One came to Cuba for health, not to give countenance to scamps who had bolted to that fellow Laemmle. He, William T. Rock, was one of the elect now in process of breaking the said Laemmle into little pieces. And in the meantime, if he had but known it, he was conveying blessed raw-stock to a Laemmle panting for celluloid as desperately as ever hart for ice-water. The sequel, in William Rock's domestic economy, is not divulged. Ingenuous looking travellers with early Kodaks lingered curiously by the wayside of IMP activities. What surprising luck to come upon great film stars in action. Might they be allowed — ? Just a little snap, such a souvenir to take back to the home town. And then Tony Gaudio observed that one of the tourists was taking pictures not of Miss Pickford or King Baggot, but of his, Tony Gaudio's, camera. Before one could say Jack, the stranger was off down the road, back into the town, showing remarkable paces, and with the American consul, talking volubly of injunctions.