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The Cecil De Mille company narrowly escaped death when caught in a blizzard on Mount Rainier while making "The Golden Bed."
The Tragedies of Hollywood
Back of many thrilling screen stunts and realistic effects lie heartbreaking stories of injury and death that the public rarely hears about.
By A. L. Woo Id ridge
TWO young, men struggled last October in a torrent of water ■ below Laguna Dam in the Colorado River near Yuma, Arizona; The locks' had been opened and the pent-up 'flood was churning itself into a 'froth as it roared down the river bed toward the sea. At one side, motion-picture cameras were clicking while a few feet away a guard held on to a rope, which was fastened to 'the' waist of the "smaller of the swimmers.
One of. the two was dark from sunburn. From his head to his feet his body was tawny from exposure to ■ the . air. ■ He handled himself magnificently in the raging stream. He belonged to the Coast Guard service. The other young man was white and a good swimmer, too, but he did not possess that long, graceful stroke of arm and powerful blow of leg which distinguished his companion who had come from service by the side of the sea.
One moment submerged, the next afloat, the two fought themselves and the water.
''Careful ! Careful !" shouted a director on the bank. But the sound of his voice was lost. A_s well have told Niagara to quiet down. It was wasted energy.
Kate Lester died from burns received when a heater in her dressing room exploded.
The struggling men neared the shore. The shot was finished. The director ordered the camera men to "Cut!" The smaller of the swimmers gained a footing, stood up panting-for breath and loosed the guard rope about his waist. At that very moment, an unexpected whirlpool came creeping about him, reached for him and in a flash he was drawn into its vortex. The life guard leaped after him. But the body was gone. The Indians say that the Colorado River never gives up its dead, but this young man's corpse was discovered half buried in silt about six weeks later. His name was William Harbaugh and he had come from Virginia to work in motion pictures.
This struggle in the water will be seen b.v millions, no doubt, when "The Desert Fiddler," a Charles Ray picture produced by the late Thomas H. Ince, is released. But the fatal whirlpool and the casualtv which followed will ' be deleted. The incident, in time, will be forgotten save in that Virginia home where William Harbaugh used to live.
Theatergoers spend evenings enjoying thrilling plays without knowing that back of their production oftentimes rides the spectre of death and sometimes it claims its victims. The world doesn't see the tragedies of Hollywood. It isn't shown the scenes which resulted in broken arms, broken legs, broken bodies. Those things would not be pleasing entertainment. Yet the big, gray ambulance with the Red Cross insignia on the