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Robert C. Bruce By. FREDERICK
IVE years ago his ranch in the State of Washington a failure, financial troubles pressing him, his health broken, Robert C. Bruce had just one ihing — an idea. Beyond his ranch stretched the mighty Cascade Mountains, rearing their snowcapped heads into the clouds. And there lay Bruce's inspiration — to transfer the lure, the tang of adventure, the spirit of the outdoors to the screen.
There, in the lonely spots far up beyond the snow-line, Bruce found his success. But it was a long and hard struggle. Today the Bruce scenics possess a distinct place of their own in the screen world.
"I had been in the lumber business and finally I bought a ranch in Washington. Like all green ranch-owners, I ultimately failed. It was just a question of time. Then it was that the idea of my present pictures came to me.
"Scenic pictures at that time were wholly of foreign making, filmed purely for their footage. The outdoor pictures were mere panoramas, with no effort to introduce physical action into them. I felt that these missed ■ the adventure of the outdoors and 1 decided to
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attend a little movie theater out in Washington, studying pictures. I would count the scenes in a reel, measuring the scenes by tapping the seconds with my foot. 1 often think how T must have annoyed the poor movie fans interested in the screen stories. But, at the end of the year, I had a fairly good •dea of picture-making. So T hired a camera-man, a packer, a cook and some horses, and we went up Mount Adams, north of the Columbia River. Landing back in Portland, Oregon, some weeks later. I found myself with just fifty dollars and my picture. But T wired Pathe about my plane and started for New York. "T have often laughed since when T think of that, for T didn't arrive in Xev
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