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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
each reverently bowed his head in silent acknowledgment of the Creator's goodness.
Dr. Beanes hurried as fast as possible to his home, while Mr. Key stopped at a hotel in Baltimore. He wanted to be alone — to think. The sight of that beloved flag — that grand, glorious flag — on this morning of victory, had filled his very 'soul with patriotic fervor, and he gave vent to his feelings in song. Seizing an old, discarded envelope, he wrote down the impressions that had come to him as he gazed on that beautiful emblem of liberty.
Thence came the words of that national lyric, the song that has reached millions of hearts, and the song that will live forever —
" THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER!"
Having written the poem, with heart light and buoyed up with enthusiasm, he wended his way to the home of Dr. Beanes, where he was welcomed by the thrice happy woman, whose gratitude shone in the eloquent eyes turned on her friend — the savior of her husband.
Oh! those blissful moments! All
the bitterness of the dark days just passed thru was almost outweighed by the joy of that reunion.
The clouds of war had passed, and the beautiful morning of peace was with them.
There assembled the next day, in an old tavern in Baltimore, a large crowd of men, who had gathered there to lend their voices in thanksgiving for the great victory.
Francis Scott Key asked for a few minutes in which to read the poem which the dawning of that memorable morning had inspired in his bosom, and when he had finished reading it, one of the men present, Ferdinand Durand, taking the paper from the poet's hand, jumped on the table and called on all hands to join with him in singing the beautiful lyric to the tune of an old hymn. Then, for the first time, September 14, 1814, was sung that wonderful anthem — the song that never fails to arouse enthusiasm in the hearts of all true Americans —
"THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER, oh ! long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave ! ' '
The Magic Film
By MINNA IRVING
You've heard about Aladdin's lamp,
Whose everlasting flame, Undimmed by either time or change,
Still lights the hall of fame ; The magic boots of seven leagues,
Annihilating miles, And traveling at a single stride
From snow to summer isles :
The magic shagreen, dwindling fast
With every wish it gave ; The magic ring ; the magic sword,
With power to slay or save; But greater far than all of these
Enchanted things, behold! The magic film, from the reel
By skilful hands unrolled.
It takes us into fairyland,
It summons back the past, It shows to us the ocean floor,
And starry system vast; It calls the mighty dead to life
From hist 'ry 's crowded page. All hail the Moving Picture film,
The wonder of the age !