We went to Sound Beach, Connecticut, to take “The Adventures.”
It was a lovely place, I thought. The Black-eyed Susans were all a-bloom, and everywhere was green grass although it was nearly midsummer. We spent almost a week working on “The Adventures,” for the mechanical scenes took time, and—joy!—between us we were making ten dollars a day as long as the picture lasted.
And then who could tell!
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“If the photography is there, the picture will be all right; if it looks as good on the negative as it looked while we were taking it, it ought to get by,” opined the director.
From out of the secrecy of the dark room came Arthur Marvin, nonchalantly swinging a short strip of film.
“How is it?”
“Looks pretty good, nice and sharp.”
“Think it’s all right?”
“Yeh, think it is.”