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With bow and arrow he has traveled the wilds of Mexico, the U.S. and Canada, and his adventurous wanderings attracted such hunting companions as the late Glenn Curtiss, the aeroplane magnate, the late Arthur Brisbane, and the late Harvey Firestone. Hill killed the only true big horn sheep ever shot with bow and arrow by a white man, and later spent two years producing a wild animal picture, "The Lost Wilderness," featuring hunting with this primitive weapon. But strange things can happen, even to champions! During the shooting of "Robin Hood" (on which picture he was technical director), the company was sent on location to the back country near Hollywood. It was a stretch of country noted for wild boars, so Hill and actor Basil Rathbone and a native decided to go on a bow and arrow wild boar hunt. The native brought his rifle along — just in case. They sighted the boar in a manzanita thicket. Hill's first arrow merely wounded the boar, which thereupon immediately charged the little party. Rathbone managed to climb to safety in a small tree — but not before the boar had ripped his trouser leg. Then the boar charged Hill. The archer realized that he wouldn't have time to use his bow, so he made a flying leap into (or onto) the top of a manzanita bush. There he lay, less than two feet under the boar's belly, spreadeagled, while the boar ran around looking for him. The native finally saved the day by shooting the boar with his rifle. Modern weapons do have their uses, even to a man who holds the national archery field championship and has been California field archery champion since 1934. I N one of the writer's cells at one of the largest studios is a quiet studious-looking fellow, usually occupied as a scenarist. You probably know him as Major Herbert O. Yardley, author of many fascinating magazine articles about secret service work, and of a book, "The American Black Chamber." (Incidentally, the book revealed so much that the Japanese War Department protested.) Yardley won his rank — and certainly earned it — not in action on the field, but at his desk. His skill at decoding documents is spoken of with awe at all gatherings of cryptogram fans. While he was in command of the American Black Chamber (for the decoding of enemy documents during the War) , he was forced to take elaborate precautions to keep foreign governments from finding out about his work. Every few weeks he would move his office; he received all his mail through a cover-up address. Despite all these precautions, Yardley began to have the feeling that he was (Continued from page 35) being followed and watched. He hired a private detective to follow him and discover if he were being shadowed. The detective was unable to learn anything. Finally, one day, while Yardley was in a bar in New York, a stranger struck up a conversation with him and introduced him to a beautiful girl. A few days later, in the same bar, the same girl approached him and asked him to buy her a drink. He quickly realized that the idea was to get him drunk — so he decided to turn the tables on her. He began ordering drinks with ginger ale on the side. Then he would take a drink, and pretend to sip the ginger ale as a chaser. Actually, he was not swallowing the liquor, but secretly spitting it into the ginger ale each time he pretended to sip from it. Naturally, the girl had to drink every time Yardley apparently did, so soon the girl was drunk and Yardley wasn't. Then, he opened the girl's purse, found out where she lived, took her home, put her to bed, then searched her room. Before he left her room, he found a note which proved she was an enemy agent. The girl disappeared the next day, and Yardley was never bothered again. After the War, Yardley established a new record. He broke down the Japanese diplomatic code, the first time such a thing had ever been done. So doing, he changed the course of the Washington Disarmament Conference. It was due to Yardley that the naval ratio was fixed at 5-5-3 instead of 10-10-7 as Japan had proposed. Some gentlemen in Congress, a few years ago, decided that it was unsportsmanlike for Uncle Sam to have a cryptoanalysis bureau! So the American Black Chamber was broken up, and Yardley was thrown upon a cold, cold world. He wrote another book which told a lot of startling facts. Pre-publications rumors were so violent that Congress passed a special act to prevent its being published. Whereupon Yardley went to Hollywood! IF you look over the Who's Who of Hollywood adventurers, you will find a polyglot, cosmopolitan lot. One of them is dark and romantic Ivan Lebedeff, writer and actor. In the pomp and circumstance, the alarums and excursions incident to Napoleon's Russian victories and later the retreat from Moscow in "Conquest," there was nothing strange to one black-eyed actor down in the cast list as a "Cossack Captain." Lebedeff had seen practically the same things in his own life. Born in Lithuania, Ivan was the son of a father who was high in the confidence of the Czar. Ivan graduated from the University of St. Petersburg, was trained for the diplomatic service in the Imperial Lvceum. When the War broke out, he enlisted as a volunteer in the Third Regiment of Dragoons, and, after being wounded, was decorated by Nicholas II, the last sad remnant of the Romanoffs. For capturing a hiph-ranking German general at Nevel, Lebedeff was made aide-de-camp to the Czar. After being wounded again and gassed, he was transferred to the Roumanian front. Whereuoon the Revolution broke out and he found himself an officer without any men — very disconcerting for a soldier — so he joined the Air Service on the Roumanian front. When the Allies took over Odessa on the Black Sea, Lebedeff was made Food Administrator. When the Allied troops withdrew, he was arrested by the Bol sheviks, along with other civil official The Reds tossed him into jail — a fou smelly jail. One afternoon, a few days later, th jail guard was changed, and Lebede was surprised to discover that the nei sergeant of the guard was a forme servant of his family. The old retaine recognized Lebedeff and did him sever; favors — finally agreed to help hir escape. Late one night the sergeant came an unlocked the door and escorted Lebede) to the outskirts of Odessa. Here the of fellow turned to leave his former maste; insisting it was his duty to go back an< be shot for his treachery to the Rei cause. But Lebedeff couldn't see any sense ii that idea, so he hit the old man over th head with a club, stole a horse am wagon, tossed the guard in, and managed to drive to safety behind the Whiti lines. Shortly afterwards, Lebedeff organ-; ized a White Troop to attack Odessa anc1 offered the old servant a job as a soldier But the old boy refused to fight his Rec comrades, and finally deserted, goinj back to the Bolsheviks. Lebedeff never saw him again. But even Lebedeff and the othei brave adventurers among the White Russians were unable to prevent the inevitable, and he finally took refuge in Constantinople. More resourceful than other luxuriously trained and aristo-l cratic refugees, he overcame even dire poverty, made his way to Vienna and: Paris. There he met, by chance, D. W.' Griffith, who saw in him the man hewanted to play a part in "The Sorrows of Satan." Thus, the former officer of1 the Imperial Dragoons, with the scars and memories of so many hard -fought1 battles, came to Hollywood, where he1 lives successfully today. EVEN on the distaff side (what the Victorians used to call the distaff side) you will find people with fascinatingly adventurous backgrounds. For the last few years, working in the research department at M-G-M, there had been a: handsome, vivacious lady who is known as the Number One Girl of Hollywood's Bookworm Corps. Nathalie Bucknall has memories almost as colorful and spine-tingling as those of her countryman, Ivan Lebedeff. Like him, she wes born of the Russian nobility. In fact. ' she was educated with the daughters of the Czar, her father being Ivan de Fedenko, Counsellor of State. After the November Revolution in 1917 her life wasn't worth a kopek. Literally hunted from house to house, she had many narrow escapes from capture by the bloodhungry Bolsheviks. She finally took ' refuge in the British Embassy in Moscow and was actually there when the Reds raided it. As a matter of fact, a British officer died in her arms. After that, she became a member of the Second Women's Battalion of Death. How she finally made her escape from the land of the Soviet Terror is almost a book in itself. Incidentally, she was awarded the order of the British Empire for Red Cross work. During Miss Bucknall's research work on "Marie Antoinette," the soul-stirring scenes of the French Revolution must have brought back many bitter memories to this amazing woman. She knew it could happen again — and did. Then, too, there is Cherie May. This pretty woman gambled her life at least once a week for the past twelve years. 90 PHOTOPLAY