Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Story Magazine
Date:
Feb-Jul 1911
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Story Publishing Co.
Volume:
The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1911)
Leaf #:
00026
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema, Hollywood Studio System, and Fan Magazines
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Moving Image Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
January 11, 2024
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16 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE they came, straight and true, until, on outspread pinions, they floated directly above me. Suddenly from the marsh, a heron rose with raucous cry and flapped gracefully up and over the tree tops, while almost simultaneously a flock of wild ducks whirred out of the water and streamed out like a pennant swirled by the autumn wind. The geese with one accord swept majestically in a circle, and then, as if having decided unanimously on their direction, headed due South and in a few seconds disappeared. Life did not seem so satisfactory; I envied those birds, envied their wonderful freedom of flight, their marvelous mastery of the domains of the air, a kingdom yet unconquered by man, and wondered if human science or inventive genius would ever put humanity on an equality with the goose in the matter of flying. Last October at Belmont Park, a few miles from the same spot on Long Island, on the same kind of a day, I lay back on the rear seat of a touring car and watched two tiny specks so far up that occasionally they would be lost in a rose-colored cloud that appeared to be trying to blot them out. Steadily they grew larger and more distinct until every detail could be seen limned in black tracery against the glowing arch of the heavens. My query of five