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New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-06-04

Advance! The bayonet!" shouts the cap
tain
We rise, arms up Then the two trumpeters,
the veins of their necks standing out, stir our
hearts with the ardent notes of the charge.
fury, an heroic intoxcaton. mounts to our
heads. We run like a waterspout up the mar
row street, in the buzzing Of bullets, toward
the clamors which reach US.
Into the low houses, into the wlde-open
stables, into the gardens our men rush by twos
and threes. They come out with red bayonets,
themselves covered with blood. One hears
cries of terror cries of death No longer gun
shots-harsh oaths, stampings, the noise OF
overturned furniture, the crashing-in of doors,
cashings Of steel, heavy collisions, rapid calls
and warnngs-and dominating all the strident
notes of the charge, causing down there
panic which we divine.
Without his coat, his cap torn, his eyes bulg-
ing from his head oozing with sweat his hands
full Of blood, M appears at the door OF the
house, stops a second, unloosens his canteen
and drinks eagerly, supporting himself on his
gun.
We have just imprisoned three Germans IN
a little building-some men of my squad and ].
As I pass him he says: at is good going. ]
have Just smashed three in there. Listen to
mel They squeal like pigs. They don't know
how to die"
From all the houses where silence now reigns
our men emerge some wounded, without keps,
without knapsacks, without coats. One of them
even has stripped off his coat and works with
his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Making our way among the corpses which
cucumber the earth, leaping over heads, backs
and legs, we reach the end Of the street, when
a German machine gun section arrives with its
mitrailleuse.
"Pechere!" as M says. They have not
time to turn their piece before We are on them.
Two minutes of hand-to-hand fighting and
twenty men fall, disemboweed or crushed, at
the foot Of the upset machine gun. Two or
three Germans escape, astonshed that we do
not even try to kill or capture them.
Some corpses strew the street into which we
debouch. A house is burning and sending out
a dense smoke. The frightened pickelhaubes
flee into the alleys, into the stables and among
the walls of the gardens. An irregular fusil-
Iade extends on all sides.
Far down in the village, behind barrcade
Of upturned wagons, harrows, mowers bar
res, some Germans still hold out
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its baths of developer, "hypo' and water in
dark room so dark that one need feel no shame
at rubbering with the naked eye
While we were in the drying room on an
after-luncheon tour Of inspection we received
word that Mr.. Drew was going forth into the
heart of Brooklyn to take some open-air pct-
ures We were invited to go along, and we
hurried down into the courtyard, where
covey of taxicabs and motor cars was about
10 take wing.
Going out to get open-ar pictures is not so
simple as it sounds. 1t requires an enormous
amount Of preparation, and there is much
extra expense attached TO the work. The item
for taxicab hire alone must be intensely an
noying. About the same number of vehicles
is required as for modest funeral.
In the first car rode Mr.. Drew, Mr.. Hill and
myself A taxicab followed US. in which were
seated two camera men, with the camera and
patches Of film. On top of the taxi collap-
sbe platform was tied with rope. This was
TO be set up when needed as pedestal for the
camera and its operator.
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In the third car-her own-rode Anita
Stewart, one of the queens of the fllums. With
her was Julia Swayne Gordon. Next came
taxicab inclosing Anders Randolf and Frank
Wupperman, made up as a man of years and
a youth, respectively. Behind them came
taxicab containing the assistant director and
two actors made up as policemen
During the ride to the scene of action Mr..
Drew explained that the two great difficulties
about outdoor work are the light and the in
nocent bystanders. The latter gather by the
gross whenever motion picture camera IS
set up.
But the crowds in Brooklyn" said Mr..
Drew "are more considerable than they are IN
Manhattan. Here they seldom refuse to stand
out Of the way of the camera.
"The light gives us most of our troubles. IL
is as uncertain as the weather report
The cortege drew up at the curb in front OF
brownstone house in a side street. Before
the photographers could unlimber the camera
innocent bystanders began to stand by. They
represented all ages. On the outskirts of the
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-06-04

"Frel fire Fire at will" cries the captain
The enemy fall like flies. Some turn, kncel
on the ground, and reply.
Forward, children! With the bayonet. The
trumpets there, the trumpets"
Where are those scoundrels?
We launch new attack. At the same 'rl
slant from window which is opened violently
appears the figure of Lagague, the trumpeter
of the 3rd, Cettois of the purest strain, who
starts blowing a desperate charge.
All the obstacles in front of us are split
smashed. swept away or turned with their
claws toward the open country. Sealing, de:
molishing the barricade, our comrades join US,
with cries Of joy. In groups formed at hazard
we penetrate everywhere. There Is not nook
or corner which is not visited. Every one who
defends himself is killed; those who surrender
are quickly brought forth
One sees now only blue legs Frencha,
Having completely secured it, we arrived at tina
end of the village, where some shots still re-
sound and some cries from the depths of the
houses.
few Germans, without arms, run into tho
open fields, pursued by our bullets. Our Off
GERS try to rally their men in the midst of the
confusion and pele-mele of the battle
In the court yard of a farm are already
collected more than three hundred prisoners.
ivid trembling detected. They are intrusted
to guard-the furrier and twenty men. They
will be well guarded!
| bring him three from little side street.
My mouth is parched. He hands me his can
teen.
Don't you think" he says while ! drink,
don't you think we got them? The pigs! Look
at them Are they stuck up now"
But what is that? Vrrr. Vrrr. baum. The
shells which reply. They are firing on our viii
lage, parbleu
The captain arrives on run. Corporal,
what are you doing there, Nom de Dieu? Find
the commandant and get ordersw
| start on run, but where? The com.
mandant Where is ne? Corpses, corpses, at
each step; wounded who groan; helmets, haver-
sacks, canteens, guns; blood everywhere, on the
walls, on the doors, on the pavements on the
earth in brown streaks; lamentations, appeals,
commands, names hurled into the air. conf
rades who bind their wounds, who seek for the
surgeon, dragging leg, an arm in sling.
A trumpet sounds re-sssembly. hurry;
ask everywhere: "The Commandant! Where
is the Commandant?"
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one could almost get there in jump or two.
The more agile press slightly ahead; our line
breaks, is dislocated. Already breaths come
short and lungs are painting.
Caraaa, patapatapa-- 1t is for US. What
shame Everything was going so well.
All the swinel" curses the furrier at my
right
Is he wounded? But no; with regular
movement, his teeth clenched, controlling his
breath, he runs on and follow three yards be
hind. He has pulled down his cap over his
ears and has thereby given himself more
terrifying aspect.
Carraaa carraaa- We bend our heads low
under the squat. The bullets sing about our
ears like swarm of angry hornets. BY what
miracle can one stand erect in such storm!
The adjutant falls, rises and runs off limp
ing; no doubt he is wounded in the leg. The
lieutenant has his arm pierced by ball, but
marches on, nevertheless. Men fall without
one seeing what hits them.
But our spirit is not broken. The captain,
superb, keeps crying with hoarse voice; For
ward" Five men run with him; two of them
are trumpeters.
Only twenty, fifteen, ten metres. We are
there-shouting demons, furies unloosed, dart
ing like fate. But they have not waited for us.
They flee toward the houses.
Halted, stretched in their places, we shoot
them down like rabbits. Some of them leap
over the walls Of the gardens. Most OF them
run down the street facing us-a street per-
pendicular to the two principal streets of the
hamlet-and rush into the open houses. From
the windows, the embrasures, the angles and
the doorways they fire at US. We reply.
No more feyerishness now-an astonishing
calm. the cearness of action. The rehexes OF
our physical efforts guide our movements al
give them precision. Forty bodies at least are
spread over the open space before us; some OF
the wounded seek cover from which TO fire
again. Our bullets stretch them in the mud
Little bv little we regain our breath and
rally. In the shelter Of the trees. AT the end OF
the street German company debouches
hellish fire receives it; 1t advances, neyerthe-
less, dropping its dead by files.
We maneuvre our pieces more rapidly. lheir
first ranks are wiped out. They 20 under;
those who follow fall; but they keep coming
Finally their chief falls, tall devil of an ON
Ger who almost scraped the house walls with
his gestures A new volley fells seven or eight
men. This time they stop, hesitate second
and retreat under our FIRE.
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cotton pictures may not seem 70 have
Nj anything whatever in common with
VI chess matches, but they demand the
..-. high order of patience on the part of the
players.
A q matter Of fact, the life Of a chess
,,,vsr Is less trying. Between moves he can
20 home hoe MS garden, sprinkle the lawn
IA read couple Of volumes Of history. There
:. m such recesses for the movie actor
rror dawn until the whistle blows he must
,.naip AZ the directors call, dressed and made
up for his part
Every husband who has stood painfully
missed in evening clothes, waiting for his wife
a co1,plete her toilette, has felt his patient
5Dood slowly come to boil. But suppose he
had TO stand around for hours, instead OF
minutes. before setting out for the ball at the
home Of George ". Oudesodo, the wealthy
millionaire What then?
This is what the movie" actor has TO do.
he may be cast for the part Of the Grand
Duke Makeabetsky. He pastes heavy, warm
wbiskers over the southern hemisphere Of his
man. apples thick coating Of yellow roach
powder to the northern regions. dresses him
,ef in the furry regalia of Siberia, and then
waits for his call in a bright, sunshiny studio
constructed on the same lines as horticult-
ura dollhouse
He may wait all day and never be called
upon to steal the heroine or knout the peas
ants. He may wait several days Under such
circumstances even JOB himself might feel that
he had been iobbed.
i is a difficult thing to get an opportunity
TO look behind the sorrento see motion pct
ures before they begin to move. Mr.. Hill and
myself we're offered this rare chance the other
dsy. and we pounced upon it eagerly. We
vent out to Flatbush to the studio Of the Vita
graph Company, where material for the
movie" camera may be observed in large, raw
chunks
We aughd at the silent jest in the gesticu-
lstions Of Frank Daniels; we studied the slow
smile Of Edith Storey; we took look at the
tumsfed troubles Of Hughie Mack, and were
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The Hamlet Of W
Continued from page four.

pa. crrraaa. papapapapa. Sharp outcries ard
commands reach US confusedy.
We hasten along under the cover, taken with
that nervousness which the approach of combat
always brings on and which we try TO quench
instinctively in a hundred ways-a piece OF
grass which one chews, a mustache mechani-
csly twisted, a cigarette maladroitly rolled, a
biscuit at which one nibbles OF a piece of to
baooo which one masticates.
Not a word. Each one thinks Of himself
Of his gun, his cartridges, his bayonet. AS TO
N, he establishes 10 his own satisfaction,
by testing it with his finger, that his bayonet
has not lost its edge.
We run against our line Of skirmishers,
which has stopped at the edge of the woods
Ahead Of US is a field of beets-a bad stretch
Of about 100 metres; then a curtain of trees
and then the village. The German sentinels
on their knees behind the trees turn their
heads uneasily in the direction Of the battle,
me tumuh Of which increases from minute 10
minute
We deploy, ready to charge. Relying on
thsir captured patrols, they have no suspicion
NC ott ~ mar anu oiien4i nave NAOo"~N
half the space between US before they recover
from their surprise. We shall fire one shot
apiece and then make our dash.
knee on the ground, finger on the trigger,
We wait The captain, sword drawn, revolver
IN bis fist, also waits, pale and nervous.
The tempest breaks A thousand voices howl
At death. Every tenth Of a second brings a can
nOn shot and twenty rife shots Clouds Cf dull
smoke hang heavily about the houses; our ears
bun, our nerves are put TO a rude test.
What is he waiting for? All Of sudden
an enormous clamor echoes and reechoes.
From the village comes the tacatacata Of the
machine guns. II is the charge, the assault,
me onrush Of our comrades.
The captain makes a gesture.
Aim! FIRE."
single defamation.
Forward
We are in the beet field, yelling. Two or
Nfes clip and tumble What Ia going on in the
'ar'Ain Of bees7 IL is not that which concerns
- 70 much az where we plant our steps. All
Ns lou terrain-soft, miry. gripping and slip
I~y!
zen metres, twenty metres, and not a shot
"" a. u.s. Are we going To reach the village
|" EASILY? Thirty metres; the trees draw near;
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-06-04
"Oh, look, Emma! She's one or
them movie actorS.

lust reached a chalk mark that had been drawn
by Mr.. Drew. The innocent bystsnders gasped
with excitement. Mr.. Randolf got out Of the
taxi, paid the chauffeur and went up the steps
into the house of mystery.
That was all.
The camera was readjusted, and Miss Cor
don drove up in a taxi. The innocent BY
ISLANDERS strained forward incredulousy. Shs
got out paid the chauffeur and went into the
house
That was all.
Paying of chauffeurs is the web and wool
of movie" drama. Thousands of dollars
change hands in this way on the screen.
The camera was reset, and Anita Stewart
showed how young lady reporter, in motion
picture land, calls at private house. Her
demonstration was rich in suggestion for 2
bill collector.
First she wrenched at the doorbell like mad.
Then she tried to force open the door. Their
she wrenched at the bell again. The butler
opened the door and stepped out to refuse her
admttance She listened furtively. Suddenly
she darted by the butler into the house
expected to see her come flying out through
a window, but she didn't. The photographer
stopped grinding at his camera
That was all.
An enthusiastic crowd Of boys applauded
heartily at the conclusion Of the scene and
crowded around Miss Stewards car.
"She don't get no salary like Charlie Chap
lin," yelled one.
Jaw. what do you know about it," cried
another.
II guess | know! Asst herr
80,
"Aw, asst her yourself"
Miss Stewart covered in her car and looked
as if she felt that even popularity can pail.
1t had become very cloudy, and Director
Drew decided he would attempt no more pict-
ures that day.
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ON THE TRAIL OF THE FILM MAKERS

crowd counted no less than six baby car
rages, three of them packed to capacity with
twins
The innate desire to rubber. which stretches
the curiosity in all Of us, is the only eXplana-
ton for the gatherings Of innocent bystanders
around movie" camera. Nothing can be
poorer as spectacle than the taking OF out
door pictures. The innocent bystanders see
only bits Of uprushing, dramatic climaxes that
eliminate days later in the studio, beyond
their range Of vision.
Revolver in hand movie" actor may dash
wildly into a house while the camera grinds.
But that's all the bystander sees. 1t IS very
unsatisfying. Such scenes are no more than
promissory notes in melodramstic thrill, which
do not como to maturity until thirty or sixty
days later, when they are paid in full on the
screen.
The scenes which were made there in Brook
lyn concerned the doings of Diana Pearson,
heroine in a newspaper melodrama. Mr.. Ran
dolf is the villain in the piece, posing as the
father of Frank Wupperman, who has never
seen his real fine opportunity for pun
father.
Mr.. Randolf is the Paris manager Of news
paper. He comes to the United States and to
this very house in Brooklyn, in front of which
the bystanders have gathered, and enters it.
Julia Swayne Gordon is the woman who has
been fouly deserted in Paris. She follows Mr..
Randolf to this house in Brooklyn, and she
enters it. am told that when she enters the
house she Is seized by the wicked Mr.. Randof,
bound hand and foot and hurled into the Gel
lar. This would have been worth standing by
to see, but 1t will not be done until next week
in the studio.
Anita Stewart, who Is reporter, then comes
to the house; she enters. / am told that she
also is bound hand and foot and hurled into
the cellar by the evil Mr.. Randof. This bind
ing and hurting also will be enacted next week
in the studio.
Mr.. Wupperman was to arrive and do some
rescuing However, he didn't. He told me
confidentially that he had been riding around
in the taxi for four days, ready to do the res
cuing at seconds notice when The time was
ripe.
Before the camera men had their machine
ready the whole street was filled with innocent
bystanders fatal accident could not have
drawn more interested or critical crowd.
"Annie" cried fat woman in the front
row. Annie! Quick"
The crowd was shaken from its outer circle,
and Annie, who looked like whole neighbor-
hood herself, broke through the lines.
POOH" she sneered. They had patrol
and eight policemen here a couple of weeks
ago."
A woman appeared suddenly in the parlor
window of the house next door to the house OF
mystery. She was within range of the camera.
Get out of that window" shouted the as
sistant director, waving his arm violently at
her.
The woman folded her arms and looked the
camera Indignantly in the eye. She knew her
rights as householder to look out of her own
window.
The director decided to go ahead in spite of
the fierce woman in the window, and nodded
to the photographer, who began to turn the
crank of his camera.
One of the taxicabs drove carefully up to
the curb, stopping so that his front off wheel
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-06-04

given chance 90 draw conclusions concerning
the difficulties Of dictatorship by s. Rankin
Drew.
We even examined several dozen extra peo-
pie" during the luncheon hour at restaurant
near the studio. We noted many odd eating
motions and learned several new and intricate
cutlery grips.
Extra people" are, for the most part, per
sons who take minor parts. They become
Juries, mobs. armies, audiences and crowds.
These supernumeraries are paid $3.50 day.
and they love their art.
Lest the stipend of the super should lure the
reader TO make application for work as
single portion of an army or other gathering
for screen purposes, will explain that there
are no vacancies. On the contrary, there are
long waiting lists at all studios. The competI-
ton for these places is extremely keen.
There a time when the owner of
palpably broken nose or pair of we'll arched
legs could secure work at once as a super. He
was type" But that day has passed. Even
a man with so distinctive property as a glass
eye would probably find that hundreds of per
pications stating their qualification.
Every one who seeks opportunity at the vi
tagraph studio is listed. His name, height,
weight, previous condition of servitude, imper-
fections and finger prints are indexed on
card which is filed for reference
1--WE have hundreds Of applications on file"
said Mr.. Shaw, whom we met at the studio.
"All kinds of people want to work in the
movies: Democrats, chauffeurs, Bsptists,
writers, Socialists, artsts-even messenger
boys"
Great life," suggested.
Full Of action" said Mr.. Shaw, "and all
that sort of thing, you know"
Mr.. Shaw introduced US to Mr.. Bacon, one
Of the galaxy Of press agents; and Mr.. Bacon
took US to lunch at Avery's restaurant, just
across the street from the picture plant. 1t
was here that we saw the extra people" Also
we saw a number of directors.
The life of director must be particularly
exhiarating. Imagine teaching a company
how to act in grand banquet scene at the
palace of the Gar, and then going over to
Avery's for a couple of eggs, face up, and
cup of coffee
II TINS were only breakfast, Sdlu Edr' ID
con genially, as we sat ourselves at table,
we could begin with serial"
We thought it best TO make no comment.
During luncheon Mr.. Bacon told us all about
studio conditions. He got all wrought up
about the morale and the morality of picture
players
"A lot of untrue stuff has been written
about movie actors and actresses" said he.
ITO read some of the pipes that are published
one might think that movie stars did nothing
but kick for cocktails and strive for speed"
This then, is not the TRUTH" said |, with
rising infection.
Certainly not" said he. at may be so IN
some studios, but here IN the East the morality
around picture plant is way up in the 800
class"
He then told us a number Of Substantially
good-tc-her-folks" stories about actresses so
prominent on the screen that one wouldn't sup
pose they would even speak to their parents.
must say that the greatest delicacy pre-
walls in handling the film. The greatest prude
could not bicker about that 1t is given
The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-12-14
TRINITY CHURCH

The Right Rev. j. Poyntz Ty-
Ter. ID. ID. Bishop of North Dakota
will pay his annual visit to the
above church on Sunday next. the
18th inst. The &erviceS will be
as follows:
Morning prayer and sermon ny
the Bishop at iO:3O 4. NJ.
Sunday school after the morn
ing services. The. Bishop will
speak to he children.
Meeting of the Ladies' Guild al
Mrs. Devinas' at 500 P. NJ. The
Bishop will speak to the Guild on
the work of the w. Auxiliary.
Evening prayer and Confirma-
tion at 1880 P. NJ.
There will be a meeting of the
men in the church after the ev.n-
ing service. TIL. offering at the
morning services will be for
Church Extension in North Oak
ota and the evening offering for
the Bishops service. Liberal
offerings are aSkrl.
A cordial invita- ion it. extended
to everybody to attend the above
services.
W. NJ. WALTON, Rector
The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1916-12-14
RURAL CARRIER EXAMINATION

ne United Safes Civil SplVit:-
Commission has announced an OK
animation for the County of Rich
land. North Dakota TO bc held at
Wahorton. January 18Th. 1917, t."
fill tI" position of rural carrier
at Wahp"tnn and vacancies tina!
may later occur on rural routes
from other post offices i'm the
aforementioned county. The
examination will be open only to
NAL" citizens who arc actually
domicilcd in the territory of a
post office in the county and who
meet th" other requirements set
forth in Form No. 1917. This
form and application blanks may
be obtained from the offices
mentioned above or from the
United States Civil Service Com
mission a; Washington. d. c.. Ap-
plicatinnS should be forwarded to
h" Commission at Washington al
TIL" earliest practicable date.