The motion picture chums at Seaside Park : $b or, The rival photo theatres of the boardwalkAppleton, Victor
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The motion picture chums at Seaside Park : $b or, The rival photo theatres of the boardwalk
Appleton, Victor
Motion picture theaters -- Juvenile fiction
“The Great Unknown,” replied Ben Jolly, with an enigmatical smile.
CHAPTER XV—THE SPEAKING PICTURE
Pep was “on pins and needles” over the mysterious remark of Ben Jolly as
to “The Great Unknown.” His friend was good natured about the matter,
but parried all further questions. Then all hands at the new Wonderland
became absorbed in their respective duties as partners and helpers in
making the opening night of their venture a pronounced success.
Randy could not resist the temptation of taking a run past the National.
He came back with his face on a broad grin.
“Well, Randy?” spoke Frank, expectantly.
“Carrington and his crowd are all business,” was the report. “I could
see Greg and another bustling about inside. Everything looks make-shift,
though, as if they had rushed things and weren’t more than half ready to
begin. They were setting bare boards on top of kegs to answer for seats,
and they had mended one of their broken front windows with a piece of
canvas.”
“Did you see anything of the famous band we heard about?” inquired
Frank.
“No, but at one side of the steps that lead into the National there was
a little platform with four chairs on it.”
“I think that is their stand for the free concert Peter Carrington was
bragging about,” remarked Jolly.
“Four, did you say?” queried Pep, quickly. “Why, say, I’ll bet I know.”
“Know what, Pep?” inquired Jolly.
“About their band. Bet you it’s those four fellows who wander around
calling themselves the Little German Band. They play for lunches, or
take up a collection from the crowd, most any way to pick up a few
pennies. And, oh, such music! I heard them down at the merry-go-round
yesterday.”
“And that isn’t all,” added Randy. “Somewhere they have bought an old
transparency. Strung it clear across the front of the building. It reads
in big red letters, ‘Grand Opening.’ That’s all right at a distance, but
as you get nearer up to it you can see where the color has faded where
they tried to paint out a smaller line. ‘Free Lunch All Day’ was the
line I made out plain as could be. You can imagine where it came from.”
Pep kept his watch in his hand and his eyes fixed upon it most of the
time for the next half-hour. He almost counted the seconds in his
impatience to see operations begin. He strolled restlessly between the
living room where his friends sat conversing, to the front of the place,
peering out of the windows and reporting progress at each trip:
“Lot of people looking over the place.
“Quite a crowd strolling by as if hanging around just waiting to get
into the show.
“Dozen children in line waiting to buy tickets.
“Looks to me as if the people are heading from the beach in this
direction. Hope we’ll be able to handle the crowds.
“Say, Frank, it’s twenty minutes after six.”
“The crowds will keep, Pep,” said Frank with a smile. “We’ve got to
follow up a system, you know.”
“For mercy’s sake, what is that!” shouted Randy, suddenly.
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