The Moving Picture Girls Under the Palms / Or Lost in the Wilds of Florida

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.
Hi, Pop! called Mr. Pertell. Make up a bundle of important, legal-looking papers, with seals on. Mr. Switzer has to use 'em in this play. I forgot to tell you.
Have 'em for you right away! cried the property man, and a little later Mr. Switzer had his babers.
I guess we're all right now. Start up, Russ, ordered the stage director, who was also the manager of the troupe.