Modern Screen (Dec 1933 - Oct 1934)

MODERN SCREEN Playfellows of Death {Continued from page 39) couldn't catch up, so they ran it into the river, right alongside the Attorney General of Maryland's car. It stayed there, upside down in fourteen feet of water for four days, before things quieted down enough for us to get it towed out. BUT that wasn't all. The mob saw me watching them and went out after me. I ran into a hotel, but couldn't shake 'em off, and finally fled to the jail. I wanted the sheriff to. lock me in a cell for safety, but he wasn't around, so I hid wherever I could until I was able to get a car to take me out of town. "The Pathe truck got there about a half hour after we did. Every window in it was broken by the mob who threw rocks at it. It was chased out of town, too. The Fox truck never did get there. An R. F. D. man warned them when they were ten miles out, and they went home. ANOTHER occasion I'll not forget was • the battle at the Hotel Nacional in Havana, at the time when they were getting out the officers who had been loyal to Machado, and who had barricaded themselves in the hotel, defending their position with machine guns after his fall. "A lieutenant and four soldiers were assigned to guard me, and we were watching the hotel early one morning when a red flag was run up on it. We took that to be a sign of surrender, and started toward it ahead of the Army, me with my camera and my body guard. When we were about half way across the lawn the men in the hotel cut loose with everything they had. The four soldiers with me and the lieutenant fell dead. I flopped to the ground, and as I went down I saw a cavalry horse shot a few feet away. I crawled up behind him and lay grinding away on the camera, with the bullets from the hotel and from San Martin's men, who were attacking it, whistling over me. "See that scar on the top of my head? I got that in Havana when I was making pictures of the secret police killing students. I got away with it for three days and then they caught me. A squad of them beat me up and threw me into jail. A few hours later a Chicago newspaper man found out where I was and got in touch with Washington. President Roosevelt personally called the Cuban Secretary of War, Ferrara, and had his secretary stay on the wire until I was released. "But the narrowest escape I ever had was right here in New York. I was standing on the subway platform at Times Square and didn't get on the first train that came along because it was too crowded and I had my camera with me. A moment after it pulled out of the station, there was an awful crash. That was the subway wreck of 1928, when sixteen people were killed and one hundred injured. Am I glad I wasn't on that train ! Anyhow, I set up my camera and was cranking away before the fire engines got there. "Had another hot time right here in town, too, when they captured Two-Gun Crowley. I was set up on top of the truck right outside the entrance of the building, and Joe, here, was my sound man. Plenty of bullets flying that time, eh? And remember when they carried the fat guy out and laid him in the wagon?" I left the two of them reminiscing about old times and wandered over to the Pathe newsreel outfit. C. R. COLLINS, the assignment editor, looked up from his desk. "Excitingthings that happen to the newsreel men? Sure they happen, but they're all in the day's work. What kind of stuff do you want, anyway ? * "How about the time Tom Blatzell, the cameraman, and Al Kalbfleisch, the sound man, went down to Ambridge, Pennsylvania last year to film the rioting steel strikers, who had set up an armed picket line at the entrance to the mill. Tom parked his truck on the corner directly across the street from the trouble and set up his camera on top of it, while Al kept busy with the sound equipment inside. "About that time the sheriff got a posse together and came along to break up the riot. The strikers began tossing rocks. The sheriff got out of his car and walked up to one of the strikers to take his club away. The gang let out an awful yell, so the sheriff went back and got the posse. Then the fun began — the strikers fighting with rocks and clubs while the posse fired sawed-off shotguns over their heads. "All this time Tom and Al were working away. Then the sheriff's forces began throwing tear gas bombs, and our boys got it pretty bad. Their eyes were still inflamed when they got to New York. "I guess our prize hero is Bob Donohue, though. He's the fellow who was up to the pole with Byrd. He's the man who made the picture from the first 'sub-cloud car' out at Langley Field. There's an ironical twist in Bob's story. Wait 'till I tell you about it. "This cloud car is a little stream-lined steel car that dangles at the end of a thousand-foot cable, and is let down from a blimp. The blimp's above the clouds, where it can't be seen, and the car's below the clouds, so that an observer in it can watch the enemy, while the car's so small it would escape the attention of enemy gunners. "An Army aviation lieutenant made the first trial in the car. Then they let Bob take his camera and try it. Everything went fine as long as they were letting him down, but when they were trying to haul him up, the winch stuck and they couldn't move it. So there he hung, three hundred or so feet above the earth and a thousand below the blimp, which had begun to pitch like a ship at sea, threatening to dash him to death at any moment. He couldn't bail out with his parachute, because he wasn't high enough to give it a chance to open. All he could do was sit there for . an hour and forty-five minutes and take it— with death never more than a few moments away if the blimp dipped far enough. _ Then they got the kinks out of the winch and hauled him up to safety. AND now for the odd part of the story. "Some time later we sent him out to Floyd Bennett Field to make pictures of the arrival of the Flying Mollisons. In order to get a good air shot of them, Bob started to climb to the roof of the Administration Building. He got safely up and then, with his camera on its tripod over his shoulder, began climbing the ladder on the outside of the tower. Somehow his hand missed the top rung and he fell to the ground. An ambulance took him to the hospital with concussion of the brain." "Did he recover all right?" "Sure. He wouldn't even stay in the iwite CARESSES > * -THIS NEW WAY Men love to touch soft, wavy, glossy hair. 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