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The ladies are wonderful. La Paxinou wades ice creeks, packing her artillery, and Ingrid Bergman, a honey-haired parlor type, can shin up a precipice like an antelope. This country is all on end, all up and down, but she says it's flat compared to where she came from in Sweden. July 5 — This diary is a nuisance. I let myself in for something! At least I can skip a few days now and then. We pitched horseshoes this evening, and Ingrid and Gary threw them every which way. He told her it was the mosquitoes that deflected them,. Meanest trick of the week: Akim was asleep under the chuck-wagon and the boys painted his glasses with black paint. When Akim woke up, he thought it was midnight, or he had gone blind. There's an actor, Akim! All our Russians are good. When I rehearse them, Akim cries out : "Be cruel to us ! Be cruel ! We want to be better !" Big show tonight in our tent theater. Tent is on a slope, everyone sits on the ground, and those in back look high' over the heads of those down front. Dogs wandered in and out. Terrific outpouring of kids and hikers from _ adjoining camps. No charge, but a donation at the door for USO. Whenever a member of our cast loomed on the screen, the cheering could be heard in the next county. It was all very chummy. We had free ice cream. July 6 — Snowburn ! Bill Menzies and I got snowburned in July, and with ointment on, we look like Amos and Andy. The rest are in luck. The light film of grease they wear for Technicolor make-up saved them. WHY GOD PERMITS WAR! Why does God permit war? Why does He permit cruelty, injustice, pain, starvation, sickness and death? Thirty years ago, in Forbidden Tibet, behind the highest mountains in the world, a young Englishman named Edwin J. Dingle found the answers to these questions. A great mystic opened his eyes. A great change came over him._ He realized the strange Power that Knowledge gives. That Power, he says, can transform the life of anyone. Questions, whatever they are, can be answered. The problems of health, death, poverty and wrong, can be solved. In his own case, he was brought back to splendid health. He acquired wealth, too, as well as world-wide professional recognition. Thirty years ago, he was sick as a man could be and live. Once his coffin was bought. Years of almost continuous tropical fevers, broken bones, near blindness, privation and danger had made a human wreck of him, physically and mentally. He was about to -be sent back to England to die, when a strange message came — "They are •waiting for you in Tibet." He wants to tell the whole world what he learned there, under the guidance of the greatest mystic he ever encountered during his twenty-one years in the Far East. He wants everyone to experience the greater health and the Power, which there came to him. Within ten years, he was able to retire to this country with a fortune. He had been honored by fellowships in the World's leading Geographical Societies, for his work as a geographer. And today, 30 years later, he is still so athletic, capable of so much work, so young in appearance, it is hard to believe he has lived so long. As a first step in their progress toward the Power that Knowledge gives, Mr. Dingle wants to send the readers of this notice a 9,000-word treatise. It is free. For your free copy, send your name and address to the Institute of Mentalphysics, 213 South Hobart Blvd., Dept. E137, Los Angeles, Calif. Write promptly, If you have a barrel-stave to sit on, you can toboggan down the slope in three minutes. If not, you can hike it down in a half hour. Ingrid is a whizz on the stave. Tobogganing is in the blood of these Swedes. The Russians are a lot of fun. Six of them live in a shack and they talk at the top of their voices. The assistant director wakes them by rolling down a boulder. It hits the shack like a torpedo. The dogs fly out, frenzied, and the Russians after them in pajamas. Vodka Villa, we call that shack. July 10 — This is the toughest location yet ! Even the mules gasp and wheeze in the altitude. The crew has to string cables over peaks, miles of cable, and haul cameras up the cliffs. Sound men dangle down in mid-air, hung by ropes, to handle the microphones. The creek, like boiling milk, makes a huge uproar, and we all have to make signs, like playing Dumb Crambo. One moment you roast in the heat, next moment an icy wind blows through your shirt. Akim wears twelve sweaters now. He rides a mule, called Catastrophe, to go anywhere. Once, when the mule poked its hoof through the stirrup and came down, Akim got off the saddle. "All right, all right," he said. "You want to ride now, I'll get off." We are trying to save rubber. We hike or ride. Tires can't last long on these mountain roads, for the rocks slash them to ribbons, and not a wheel turns unless it's absolutely necessary. The Tower of Babel has nothing on this outfit. I said to Gary over the coffee and hotcakes this morning, "You know, Coop, you're the only Yank in the cast?" And so he is. Ingrid is Swedish, La Paxinou is a Greek, Akim a Russian. The rest of the cast runs to Russian, Hungarian, Spanish, Sicilian, French, Roumanian, Polish and Cuban. But all are citizens, or else of Allied nationality. This corner of the Sierra is a Federal preserve, so we all have to carry identifications. July 1 6 — Hot as blazes ! The ice machine is out of whack, so the crew brings some hard-packed snow down by truck, and,, we put it in ginger-ale, along with some gravel and tree-bark. The Russians scramble a half mile below to the creek for a cold dip. The water runs fast. If you get swept beyond the rope, then what's left of: you bobs up twenty miles away next month. Akim broke his fishing rod, so fishes with hook and line. I yelled down the canyon to him to ask if he got anything. "Three bites," he yelled up. "All mosquitoes." I asked Cooper if the hunting was any good, and he said he wasn't out for big game, so he didn't know. In his film role he packs a Mauser rifle, a machine gun and a pistol. When he goes hunting through the woods he just totes one of those 22caliber rifles that kids get for selling subscriptions. He ran into a bear last Sunday, he said The bear jumped first and went up tht road. This being a National Forest, anr bears being sacred to tourists, he couldn'i have fired anyway. Cooper says he got hi,fill of hunting ten years ago in Africa when he had to hide out from a party o rhinos. All he wanted was just lions. He did get four lions eventually. Oni hunter who came just three days befon shot a big one, walked over, put a foot oi its head, and posed like a hardboiled egj while a friend cranked a 16-mm. camera What spoiled the film was the lion got up and finished off the hunter. Cooper, if he wasn't in the movies, couh ss SCREENLAND