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The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms
The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms
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"All ready now! In position, everyone!"
Half a score of actors and actresses moved quickly to their appointed places, while overhead, and at the sides of them hissed powerful electric lights, and in front of them stood a moving picture camera, ready to be operated by a pleasant-faced young man.
"Ready?" came in questioning tones from Mr. Pertell, the stage director, as he looked sharply from one to the other.
A tall, well-built man, with iron-gray hair, nodded, but did not speak.
"Let her go, Russ!" Mr. Pertell exclaimed.
"Vait! Vait a minute!" called one of the actors, with a pronounced German accent.
"Well, what's the matter now, Mr. Switzer?" asked the director, with a touch of impatience.
"I haf forgotten der imbortant babers dot I haf to offer mine enemy in dis play. I must have der babers."
"Gracious, I should say so!" said the manager. "Where's Pop Snooks?" and he looked around for the property man, who had to produce on short notice anything from a ten-ton safe to a hairpin.
Half a score of actors and actresses moved quickly to their appointed places, while overhead, and at the sides of them hissed powerful electric lights, and in front of them stood a moving picture camera, ready to be operated by a pleasant-faced young man.
"Ready?" came in questioning tones from Mr. Pertell, the stage director, as he looked sharply from one to the other.
A tall, well-built man, with iron-gray hair, nodded, but did not speak.
"Let her go, Russ!" Mr. Pertell exclaimed.
"Vait! Vait a minute!" called one of the actors, with a pronounced German accent.
"Well, what's the matter now, Mr. Switzer?" asked the director, with a touch of impatience.
"I haf forgotten der imbortant babers dot I haf to offer mine enemy in dis play. I must have der babers."
"Gracious, I should say so!" said the manager. "Where's Pop Snooks?" and he looked around for the property man, who had to produce on short notice anything from a ten-ton safe to a hairpin.
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