Palisadian. [volume] (Cliffside Park, N.J.) 1906-current, 1915-07-24

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of the scenes was enacted on the out
field of the baseball diamond. The
movie is to be called "The Renegade"
and required some eighty odd horses,
and men and women and Indians
galore. The particular scene on the
Fairgrounds represented large COM
pany of cowboys at the noon hour
when they had turned their horses
out to Craze while they partook Of
their frugal meal amid the nowhere
to-be-found shadows of the prairie
grass all around where the horses
grazed. The stunt was to get one Of
the cowboys killed, or so badly knock
ed-in- the-head that he could be tied
with ropes where he would be out OF
the running on the fight thing. While
the horses were all turned loose in
center and left fields, a man with a
red bandana around his head like a
roman gladiator, regular delight
as horSeman, went out and rounded
up the horses preparatory to stam-
pede, the stampede to be pulled by
The Indians as soon as others of their
number were satisfied that the poor
cowboy was all dolled up with ropes
and was bleeding from the devil1sh
tommyhawk he had been nailed over
the head with by two Indians who
crawled up and hit him kerplunk be-
hind the left ear while he was stand
ing beside his roam pony thinking of
his gal at the brook down in old Ken
lucky. 1t did look awful cruel to see
the chap get that blow and keel over,
but just at that moment the stampede
was to be commenced. The director,
who had fog-horn voice, stood just
north of the grand stand, and was
giving orders in stentorlan tones
that could be heard clean to Fort Lee.
Start 'em! start 'em!" he cried to
the man supposed to give the cue to
the Indians when to lope in on their
mustangs and stampede the horses.
The day was so tarnation dadburned
hot that the horses ridden by the
Indians just about crawled across the
foul line of left field, and then the
director let out a ripping "hellfire
there!" meaning that the speed was
execrable. Then he recalled them
and the thing had to be done over
again.
"Say," the director added as the
Indians, painted white riders from
the Hippodrome, one of the attend
ants told "The Palisadian" man, "who
hired those men? If you half-naked
idiots don't do better than that this
time I'll send you back through the
streets of New York without your
Clothes" They were dandy riders,
and, like all good Indians, were rid
ing the datratted ponies without sad
die or bride, and it was no cinch on
hot day that would melt the STIR
rups off the saddles the other riders
used, to make the ponies get-up-and-
git in that soft earth and tall grass.
"Maybe a couple of six-shooters
would make them move faster,' sug-
gested the man with the red bandana
on his forehead.
eyes, that's it-that's It'll" answer
ed the director. "Get dozen guns
get dozen, l say. And then if the
damned things don't move, shoot
'em."
At the next rally the Indians got
away with more speed and the cam
era man said it was good, so the thing
was not done again. "You tell that
rider with the big belly, said the
manager, "he's too id fat for an
Indian. Don't let him in the pictures
any more"
Before the Fairgrounds scene was
put on, there had been several other
pictures made of cowboys and Indians
defiling down paths through the for
ests of Montana near Palisade just
west of the Fairgrounds. There had
been run off one of the SWEETEST things
ever done in a movie. A company of
U. S. soldiers had been rung in on
the scenario, and were supposed to
rescue the cowboys and beauty of
a girl from the Indians. The long
line of soldiers got started just as
Charles Logan, who is Justice of
the Peace, had heard a gun shot near
the ball field, and he started out to
catch the perpetrator of the deed,
for pistol shooting is not allowed in
biiC Woouo VI dllSduc.
"Heh, there! heb, there" called
out an Italian assistant to the movie
man, "Fo' godamightysaka gitabacka-
dere meesta, and don't spoila deesa
fillum-gitaback! G a b a a-oh,
pleasa, meesta, gita backa!"
When the local j. p. saw that only
blanks were being fired, he stood back
out of line with the camera, and at
that moment one of the most beauti-
full young girls in the world, about
eighteen, rode down the hill on d
flying steed at breakneck speed. She
was a radiant beam of sunshine, and
if she comes out in the pictures as
beautiful as she looked that morning
in Palisade, the fame of that fillum
is accomplished. The director had
been watching the flying squadron
from the side lines, and when he saw
a rickety old horse with ribs that
looked like Stats, ridden by man
made up for yankee farmer, a regu-
lar daowneaster, and who was so