The Forrest City times., 1911-04-28

11 hat, which he held in his hand. The size of the hat No. S. The was Thomas A. Edison.
 Before us spread that dream in frozen music. the buildings fronting the espanade. mall and plaza of the exposition. The twilight was done. and the moment had arrived for the night birth of that dream into splendor- For the first time in history architecture to be made alive at night. more living than by day. Half million ineandescent bulbs were hid along the transverse lines of the buildings The current was turned on and they simultaneously bloomed. Ensued a l spectacle for which a Caesar would have bar tered a province-a joy that brought gasp of ecstacy from every one of the millions who saw 1t.
 Edison bare-headed, squinted his eyes. The poetry missed him., The gal1op of scenic history over the verge of new missed him. The glory of the spectacle itself missed him. Instead. 1 he glanced shrewdly and carefully all around the entrancing wonder, then cautiously into his battered straw hat and said T could put every flament into that hat" 1 Ecohon1ics, mechanics these obsessed him. That brain. which required No hat for ing. could think only of the compressed fact that all the space occupied by the vibrating en- ergizing and glory-working source of that gigantic spectacle could be replaced by about two pints of water-or quart Of human brain.
 Edison is a man. In his speech, of which he is careful of his flaments he pulls the 1 core from field of ideas and thrusts it at you l as If 1t were poniard. You think about what he says for week. month; and in years you don't l forget 1t.
 All Of this is leading up to consideration of what the wizardsage said few weeks ago when a select audience sat in his studio and watched l the first performance of the knetograph that ] fabulous instrument which is destined to repro duce plays operas public spectacles with the action. the color and the voice intact
 The great old inventor was gratifad once again. Another thrill had come into his life. His into l-rfnu had pered. and his friends and associates clustered about him with congratulations, with questions. with assurances.
 For time Edison was silent. He is grate- ful that he is deaf. Then he squinted from one to the other, and said
 Before long you'll be working that in an aero plane, for you'll be able to pack it into a soap bpbble!"
 I soap-bubblel Rather fragile packng-case Rather a small compass in which to place grand opera. curious comparison. Did Edison mean what he said? Did he know what he was talking about?
 Ever since I heard that Edison said that have been thinking of moving pictures in eonnec- tion with soap-bubbles. And not always in the way he meant bubbles in connection with the kinetograph
 soapbubble is cheap. It is easy to make-if you know how. It is fragile It is very alluring It reflects all colors. all forms It appeals uni versally to children Stages ponder over it. Poets celebrate it. Artists reproduce it Conundrum.-Why is a moving picture like oapbubble?
 First, you find them everywhere
 On the back streets of Reno saw the pictures of the bull fight at Guadalajara Mexico The Guadalajarans now look the moving pictures of the prize fight at Reno.
 At Punta Arenas, the southernmost port in the world, saw Chileans applaud moving pictures of the Bowery and the New York water front On the Bowery pictures of the battleship fleet entering the hagbor of Punta Arenas On island 2,000 miles out in the Pacific Ocean the exiled lepers of Molokai gather daily before the fickering wonders Of world which before had been but vaguely in their dreams The Sunday evening young peoples class Of Eau Claire. Wisconsin, looks in pity on the trans ] planted and resurrected life of Molokai which passes before their eyes-on the screen.
 group of travellers in the luxurious saloon of ocean liner study the lifelke pictures of the country for which they bound The beg gars who line the pathways of the tourist mplor- | ing hacksheesh give up their pennies to see the 1 living presentment of their prey bounding to | them over the ocean wave
 In Iceland excited Eskimos applaud the hero | ism of a cowboy who rescues a captured maiden from the redskins. Halfway round the world l in, Northern Russia fearful peasants sorrow over the pictured plight of French lover. | The Bengalee moves down Mowringhee Road i and gives up two pennies to see the funeral of Moro in the alleys of Zamboanga goes without | "a extra shirt that he may view the reception of | Universal Froth