Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1921-Jan 1922)

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LIEDERMAN Dept. 310. 30S Broadway, New York City Dear Sir: — I enclose herewith 10 cents, for which you are to send me, without any obligation on my part whatever, a copy of your latest book. "Muscular Development." (Please write or print plainly. ) Name Addres CllO .AGE. Along the Starry Way {Continued from page 55) .State. change in climate in sunny (Southern) California, he can step aboard a motor bus in his red flanneled undershirt, ear muffs, woolen mittens and other necessary outer apparel, and in a few hours be in Alaska, Northern Canada or anywhere else he chooses to consider himself. Thus it is that Southern California can offer the most fastidious any-kind-of-climate in the world. Just off San Diego, semi-tropic isles, with their languid breezes, swaying palms and sandy stretches of beach beckon the tourist. A few hours' ride from Los Angeles is the Mojave desert, which out-Saharas the Sahara. Here numbers of men have lost their lives in the sandy, barren wastes in tragic searches for desert gold, often tormented in death by mirages of .beautiful lakes and grassy valleys somewhere only a few miles away. However, aside from the scenic and climatic attraction, there is the intangible lure of romance — for this country teems with strange, absorbing tales of frontier days and the gold-rush era. Deserted cabins, a wild western town, with its dance halls and saloons, their banging; weatherbeaten shutters sounding a requiem to past glories, may be seen by the curious autoist, all in remarkable states of preservation — for the desert sands conserve what they conquer. A few human relics of those days remain, and their stories would put the most lurid movie western to shame. Knowing all this, it is no wonder that Los Angeles holds the scepter of queen of the films ; for she is the center of a miniature world, with Alaska, Sumatra, Borneo, the fjords of Norway, the lochs of Scotland, the Sahara, the Alps, Spain or Mexico, and the ocean a few miles away. And so it is that when you go to your favorite movie and are thrilled with the exploits of the Royal Mounted Police hero, or stalwart trapper or by the desperate battle against whirling snow and frozen death, you're seeing the Big Bear Lake region in midwinter — and its Pine Knot Lodge, tavern and numerous tourists' cabins scattered among the pines have done full duty as settings for many a wild tale of the North. These attractions are almost irresistible, and so we soon find ourselves aboard one of the huge busses of the Motor Transit Company at its station in Los Angeles, along with numbers of players, property men and other cinema aides, who are on their way to join their companies in Southern California's "Alaska." But these players are by no means trailblazers. Griffith made this region famous in "The Clansman." Other pictures filmed here are "God's Country and the Woman," "What's Your Hurry," "The Love Special," "Behold My Wife" and others too numerous to mention. We flash by thousands of acres of citrus groves and vineyards, thru scores of prosperous valley towns until we reacfi San Bernardino. We shall soon strike the famous-one hundred and one-mile "Rim of the World" drive, which leads to Big Bear Lake by three highways — the Crest route, Desert route and Santa Ana Canyon road. Glancing at our maps, we find such euphoneously named nearby localities as Devil's Canyon, Box "S" Ranch, Sugar Loaf Mountain, Yucaipa, Cucamonga, Squirrel Inn, Fredalba and Cosy Dell. Several of these we pass as we climb thru a country of wild grandeur where pine, fir, spruce and cedar abound, and carpet the road with their foliage, needles and cones. Along the western slopes the country is thickly wooded, rugged, fierce. Buckthorn, manzanita and sage brush are impenetrably interwoven. Along the upper ridges are peaceful meadows, broad rolling areas carpeted with pine needles and cut with beautiful streams, heavily stocked with trout. Snow fills the canyons. Above the snowline are sharp broken rocks. But on the eastern slopes all is desolation with scarcely anything growing except sparse greasewood and scrub grasses of the desert. Thus this country is a delight to the geologist and climatologist, as well as the artist. The former, if anybody will listen to him, can show how the moistureladen winds from the broad Pacific cool as they rise on the western slopes of the Sierras, become condensed and are forced to deposit their moisture and thus make the western mountainsides rich with verdure. Reaching the summit, they descend the eastern slopes, become warmed and expand. Thus they take up moisture from the land as they go, and Arizona and Nevada owe their deserts to the Sierras, and California's beauty is won at the expense of her sister States. Thru all this beautiful scenery we pass, until upon rounding a high promontory, Big Bear Lake, an azure gem in an emerald setting, bursts upon our view. The crystalline water stretches thru eight miles of rugged shoreline, typical of the far North. One can almost see the wild elk come from among the trees at the water's edge. Arriving at the lodge, we find that a distinguished company of film luminaries has preceded us, and are busily engaged in "shooting up" the landscape for arctic thrillers. Among them are Theodore Roberts, Lila Lee, Tommy Forman, Wallace Reid, Agnes Ayres, Director George Melford, Mabel Juliene Scott, Milton Sills. Lined up at the side of the tavern,* smiling a joyous welcome, is the whole company of "What's Your Hurry." Introductions are in order, and we all mix in the handshaking in true Northwestern style, from Director Sam Wood on down to the assistant property man. E. N. Nathan, bustling advertising man of the bustling bus company, officiates. There are Bob Lee, assistant director; Al Gilks, cameraman; O. H. Borradaile, assistant cameraman; Lois Wilson, leading woman ; Louise Long, script assistant ; Charles Ogle, who plays father ; Charles Sickler, "grip" ; "Chuck" Ham, property man ; George Krone, assistant cameraman, and Harry Holenberger, cameraman. And then there was the team of Alaskan malamutes, but we couldn't remember their Cjueer names to save us. Inside, a huge log fire lights up the rustic furnishings, the animal skins and navajo rugs. Following a "clean-up" from our long ride and a nap on the snow-white beds, we have dinner with stars of the film world. Then there is dancing and we thread the mazes of a waltz to go thru the lively steps of fox-trot and one-step with our film companions until the last strains of "Home, Sweet Home" send us off to dreamland. On the morrow we shall go hiking toward Grcyback, which towers 11,485 feet, or paddle in a canoe over the placid waters of the lake, itself 7,000 feet above sea level. In the afternoon we shall play tennis, or swim, and in the evening we shall go to the movies. But why plan for tomorrow? Each day takes care of itself here. There is so much to do — so much to enjoy in this rustic world, "far from the maddening crowd." And this is about the most beautiful refrigerator in the world. In fact, it's not a refrigerator at all — it's paradise.