The talkies (1930)

Record Details:

Title:
The talkies
Date:
1930
Publisher:
London: Crosby Lockwood and Son
Volume:
The talkies
Leaf #:
000183
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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THE TALKIES II9 A voice out of the darkness says, "Stand by," and, as we watch, a second machine stammers and splutters into action, revealing a second figure listening intently to the purr of the driving motor as it wakes into life and settles down into a steady hum. "Get ready," says the voice again ; and we stand back, and instinctively flatten ourselves against the wall. "Now," raps out the voice again ; down clangs one iron shutter and up goes the other as the second machine takes up the tale and the first operator straightens himself up and slips off his stool, to shake us by the hand and nod a rather weary greeting to his chief. Glad to get away from the squawking of the checking loudspeaker overhead, we slip down into the "house" to hear what the "stuff" sounds like. As we stumble among the familiar rows of seats, our minds go back to those silent figures in their gloom-wrapped aerie, peering unblinkingly into the darkness below ; and we begin to realize how practically everything that happens in the "front" of the house is controlled by these men. When we return to the operating box we find the chief seated in front of the electric reproducer, pouring a torrent of interval music into the auditorium ; while the machines are being loaded with the next silent picture, and the records which have