Star-dust in Hollywood (1930)

Page scan 000220 from Star-dust in Hollywood

Record Details:

Title:
Star-dust in Hollywood
Date:
1930
Publisher:
London : George G. Harrap & Co. Ltd.
Volume:
Star-dust in Hollywood
Leaf #:
000220
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
August 29, 2024
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Star-dust in Hollywood The whistle blew ; the batteries of lights concentrated on us, almost searing our eyes. " Music ! " shouted Cruze. We began to beat out the rhythm of a jota, but the orchestra which here substituted the ordinary harmonium, violin, and 'cello burst into a raucous jazz, drowning our instruments. " Gosh ! " shouted Cruze to the conductor. ''You don't have to play with them." Jo poked me with an urgent elbow : " You've forgotten to take your glasses off." I slipped them into my pocket. " Cameras ! " shouted Cruze, and as we played the handles whirred vigorously in tempo, "Cut!" shouted Cruze. Then the still-photographer with his big studio camera focused us. Meanwhile, as the cinema cameras moved to a different position, I slipped on my glasses again. " Play some more," the guests urged us. We gave them a sardana, an exciting dance from Barcelona. So immersed did we become in the music that we failed to notice the whistle, and played unconscious that the cameras were once more grinding at us until the second whistle blew, the big arcs gulped with an orange flicker and turned suddenly grey. I had retained my spectacles all through the scene. A longer blast on the whistle announced lunch-time. The last shot had been a distant one, and I comforted myself with a recently heard episode in the filming of Fairbanks' [204] JIM CRUZE