When the movies were young (1925)

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In California and on the Job 171 the time of our picture, the winter storms washed away this landmark and we were glad then that we had so struggled with the thousands of fluttering pigeons that just wouldn't be still and feed when we wanted them to, and insisted upon being good, quiet little pigeons when we wished them to loop the loop. It seems we paid little attention to sea stories. Perhaps because we had our own Atlantic waiting for us back home, and we had done sea stories. We produced only one, "The Unchanging Sea," suggested by Charles Kingsley's poem, 'The Three Fishers." Charlie Ogle, who had worked in a few old Biographs but had been signed up with Edison before Mr. Griffith had a chance to get him, said to me one day out at the Lasky lot last winter — 1924: "What was that wonderful sea picture you played in? My, that was a picture, and you did beautiful work. I'll never forget it." "You couldn't remember a sea picture I played in, Mr. Ogle. Heavens, that was so long ago you must mean some one else." "No, I don't, and I remember it very well. What was the name?" "Enoch Arden?" "No." "Fisher Folk?" "No, now what was that picture ?" And at that moment we were interrupted in our game of guess as Leatrice Joy, whom we had been watching, came off the scene to revive from the heavy smoke of a cafe fire, before doing it over again. "I've got it— The Unchanging Sea.' "