Mr. Sneed
was one of these. Then the view changed, so as to show Miss
Pennington, dressed as a country lass, coming along with a jug on her
shoulder, and a letter in her hand.
She reached the scene of the mowing, and there was a little
"business," or acting, as she handed over the letter. Some of the
farmers drank from the jug, and all of them had hard work to keep
their eyes from the camera.
"Not that way! Not that way!" cried the manager, as one young reaper
took a position directly in front of the clicking machine and stared
straight into the lens. "You're not posing in a beauty contest. Go on
with your reaping, if you please, young man!"
"I can cut a foot or so out," said Russ. "That won't spoil the film."
"Now then, Mr. Sneed, lean your arm on the scythe, and read your
letter," directed the manager. "Miss Pennington, you stand off a
little to one side, and talk to one of the reapers. The rest of you
swing your scythes."
The action went on, and Mr. Sneed, taking as graceful an attitude as
was consistent with his character, began to read the missive, which
would be photographed, much enlarged, later, and thrown on the screen
for the audience to read.
Made nervous by something to which they were unaccustomed, the
farmer-actors were perhaps a little self-conscious.
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