Joe shrugged and said no more. He spent the next half hour showing his friend the newsreel cameras and explaining their operation.
“We ordinarily use one with a front turret, carrying three or four lenses,” he instructed. “This particular camera holds four hundred feet of film in its magazine and can be hand-cranked or driven with either a 110 volt A.C. motor or a 12 D.C.”
“I suppose power is generated from storage batteries?”
“Yes, our trucks are equipped with chargers. Sometimes we are able to plug into a service line. But why am I telling you all this? You know as much about it as I do.”
“Hardly,” Flash corrected. “But I have done a little studying.”
After a trip through the laboratories where positives were being made from “master blues,” Joe led his friend into the projection room.
“We’re in luck,” he said. “They’re showing those Bailey Brooks pictures.”
In the darkened room several editors, script writers and a commentator, sat at dimly lighted desks. On the wall before them a strip of film was being run through. To Flash the moving figures seemed grotesque, for blacks and whites were in reverse.
“What’s this?” demanded an editor as he watched the spectacular leap made by Bailey Brooks. “Just another parachute jump?”
Information provided by Joe Wells’ caption sheet was read aloud.