entered a real car,
which the camera would show moving off to Vassar College. Thus conveying
to millions of delighted spectators the impression that a real train had
steamed out of the station, which was merely an imitation of one, on the
Holden lot. The watcher passed on. He could hear the cheerful drone of a
sawmill where logs were being cut. He followed the sound and came to its
source. The saw was at the end of an oblong pool in which logs floated.
Workmen were poling these toward the saw. On a raised platform at one
side was a camera and a man who gave directions through a megaphone; a
neighbouring platform held a second camera. A beautiful young girl in a
print dress and her thick hair in a braid came bringing Ms dinner in a
tin pail to the handsomest of the actors. He laid down his pike-pole and
took both the girl's hands in his as he received the pail. One of the
other workmen, a hulking brute with an evil face, scowled darkly at this
encounter and a moment later had insulted the beautiful young girl.
But the first actor felled him with a blow. He came up from this,
crouchingly, and the fight was on. Merton was excited by this fight,
even though he was in no doubt as to which actor would win it. They
fought hard, and for a time it appeared that the handsome actor must
lose, for the bully who had insulted the girl was a man of great
strength, but the science of the other told. It was the first fight
Merton had ever witnessed. He thought these men must really be hating
each other, so bitter were their expressions. The battle grew fiercer.
It was splendid. Then, at the shrill note of a whistle, the panting
combatants fell apart.

"Rotten!" said an annoyed voice through the megaphone. "Can't you boys
give me a little action? Jazz it, jazz it! Think it's a love scene? Go
to it, now--plenty of jazz--understand what I mean?" He turned to the
camera man beside him. "Ed, you turn ten--we got to get some speed some
way. Jack"--to the other camera man--"you stay on twelve. All ready! Get
some life into it, now, and Lafe"--this to the handsome actor--"don't
keep trying to hold your front to the machine. We'll get you all right.
Ready, now. Camera!"

Again the fight was on. It went to a bitter finish in which the
vanquished bully was sent with a powerful blow backward into the water,
while the beautiful young girl ran to the victor and nestled in the
protection of his strong arms.

Merton Gill passed on. This was the rea