When a Journal reporter entered the school, the reporter "was grabbed by the arm by an official and led into the office of the principal, James Reiels. Would you please leave? The Journal reported on May 11 that of the student protesters, had been suspended the day after the rally.
In a May 10 meeting at Nicolet, parents and students booed school officials when the latter "refused to answer questions" about the suspensions. In the early morning hours of May 8, at Marquette, a pair of fire bombs were tossed into Marquette Hall, W.
By May 17, the strike at Marquette had all but petered out. Each Wednesday, Our Back Pages dips into the Journal Sentinel archives, sharing photos and stories from the past that connect, reflect and sometimes contradict the Milwaukee we know today. Special thanks and kudos go to senior multimedia designer Bill Schulz for finding many of the gems in the Journal Sentinel photo archives.
How prosecutors are abusing anti-riot laws to punish peaceful protesters. Unfortunately a search of the camera shops, pawn shops and garage sales in the area failed to turn up such an elusive piece of equipment.
Although, during the course of our hunt, I did find a second-hand copy of the Beatles' White Album for fifty cents! In the end, it was decided the problem could best be solved by careful camera angles and lighting, Our Back Pages, so that the actors speaking were not filmed straight on, allowing for some leeway in the attempt to synchronize sight and sound. Scenes that featured our leading man singing were aided by his hand-held microphone, which obscured enough of his mouth to cover any mismatched musical moments.
Since a couple of our high school teachers were very supportive of our endeavors, they arranged for us to use the school auditorium to film the concert footage…a generous gesture considering the school was closed for the summer! To give us plenty of footage to work with in the editing room, Ken decided to take a tip from the pros and cover the concert scenes with three cameras his own, mine and another filmmaking friend'sgiving the camera operators pretty much a free hand to run all over the place during the band's performance.
Ultimately, the excess footage actually saved us: Ken later decided he wanted to use a different piece of music for this opening concert sequence, but we couldn't afford to go back and re-shoot the thing from scratch.
Because we had so much material from different angles, we were actually able to re-cut the sequence to the new music without anyone being able to tell they were originally playing a different song! Each of us had equipment that the rest did not, allowing us to form an unofficial film co-op. Unlike some of my fellow student filmmakers, I was someone who loved the editing process, occasionally getting asked to help others with post-production.
Having worked on numerous Standard 8 and Super 8 silent films, I had put a lot of miles on my splicer, but I was used to editing for myself.
Now I found myself co-editing someone else's film It took several sessions, but we were seeing it all come together. Surprisingly, the film and the cassette matched convincingly during test projections. The new school year was just a couple of weeks away and her father had been transferred to another city, so their family wanted to get settled into their new home before classes started.
After some debate, it was decided the film worked well enough without that final scene. With little visual cues hidden in some scenes so that the projectionist could make sure the picture and soundtrack were still properly lined up, the film had its local premiere with success.
Having proved to himself he could do it, Ken never attempted making another movie of his own although he has recently drifted away from songwriting to try his hand at screenwritingbut was always on hand to help any of us out as needed. Since none of us actually owned a sound projector back then, the movie was never striped. As the years passed and we all moved on and awayKen, Gerald and I still kept in touch. One day, during a phone conversation inKen asked me about transferring some of his family's old home movies onto video for him, which I said I would take care of.
A few days later, the package of films arrived. Not just the film itself, but all the outtakes, alternate takes Ken had watched the film recently and decided that, while an ambitious effort, he had no need of it and decided to pass it on to me to do with as I saw fit. There was a rush of adrenalin as I thought about how this little film could benefit from the modern miracle of video, Our Back Pages.
No more trying to juggle a cassette deck and movie projector; I could have the print transferred to VHS tape, do an audio dub of the soundtrack cassettes onto the video and finally, over a decade after it was made, have sight and sound perfectly matched together once and for all! Then I noticed something; the package did not contain the cassettes. A quick call to Ken confirmed my worst fears: The tapes had either been lost during one of the many moves made over the years, or had been recycled for use as demo tapes when he and his old band were trying to get gigs.
Unfortunately, no copies of the script seem to have survived for me to refresh my memory on the exact dialogue. Having been given Ken's blessing to either salvage or scrap the picture making it clear the latter is probably the best optionI can't help but feel that somehow, in that little sea of celluloid, there is a way to still make the movie work. It might mean re-cutting the film into an even shorter short subject and using intertitles for the dialogue like we did for the rest of our other 8mm silent effortsbut there is still a solid story there.
Then again, if anyone out there is interested in stock footage of a '70s rock band in concert…. Like most normal boomer kids of the 'swe grew up lusting over the mail order offerings afforded by Captain Company in the back pages of Forrest J. The fact that the ads were riddled with hyperbole and that the prices pretty much resembled a king's ransom to their intended audience of year-old consumers did little to diminish the allure of these products!
And, of course, all of us scholarly Monster Kids just knew that Uncle Forry hadn't really meant Our Back Pages imply that Max Schrek pictured as Nosferatu had actually appeared in The Cabinet of Dr. Of course, film ownership demanded the tandem necessity of a film projector to properly enjoy one's acquisition. And Captain Company had you covered, offering no less than three 8mm projector models for your consideration!
Monster" himself! The "showman" in our 12 year-old collector's heart aspired to the robust ft. Besides, we harbored secret ambitions to eventually acquire that dual ft. Of course, Captain Company knew of the deep, dark secret that enticed all us Monster Kids: that we all fell prey to the allure of "gorilla exploitation"!
In other words, when stricken with this unique brand of "jungle fever," we were perilously susceptible to purchasing the likes of "Jungle Witch" Nabonga or "Blonde Gorilla" White Pongowhen cooler heads might have opted for the likes of The Lost World or even the Invisible Woman! It was the editors of DC comics that noted the inclusion of a gorilla on the cover of any of their periodicals of that era no matter how incongruousdrove sales up appreciably for that issue -- a phenomenon that was seemingly not lost on Messrs.
Warren and Ackerman at Captain Company, either! The most blatant example of Captain Company's affinity for gorilla exploitation was their perennial offering of Killer Gorilla! Despite the Captain Co. At this point, we feel the necessity to clarify that all Monster Kids prefer their gorillas to be either men in monkey suits a la Crash Corriganor stop motion puppets a la Willis O'Brien. In no wise, do they particularly care for real gorillasespecially the grisly spectacle of one being felled by a mortal gunshot wound to the gut and its carcass being manipulated like a giant puppet by hunter tribesmen!
I loved sending away for things—loved it. I thought, 'I'm going to find the items that appeal to me. I know I'm 29 but I also know I'm a supreme case of retarded development, so I can think down to an year-old, and I know what I would like if I were In exchange for a small postage fee these could be redeemed for select FREE premiumsincluding this collection of illustrated cards to "make professional-like home movie titles easy," as the envelope proclaims.
And whose Super 8 production couldn't benefit from Disney bullpen artists boosting his production values a few notches? We bet even Spielberg implemented a few of these titles in his earliest "Super 8 Super Spectaculars"! Two days ago, on May 7,we lost a legend. Most of us grew up with his films, either at the cinema or on TV.
But I had not yet started to study or appreciate the people behind the movie magic known as special effects. One day, I think I was in either 5th or 6th grade, while trying to find the latest issue of Famous Monsters of Filmland magazine, I stumbled across another monster mag that I had never heard of; Castle of Frankenstein.
Issue 19, to be exact. But there were a bunch of other monsters, and even dinosaurs, as well. Little did I realize just how many films I admired had come from his talent and imagination. The cover story in that issue of Castle of Frankenstein was the first half of a two-part and very in-depth interview. Little did I know that afternoon back inas I shelled out my 60 cents for the magazine, that I would one day correspond with Ray while doing a series of articles on his career.
My being inspired by Ray Harryhausen to pick up a movie camera and experiment with special effects is not a unique story by any means. There were a great many kids with cameras before and after me to do the very same thing and more than a handful of them are now working in the motion picture industry.
As were most audiences. Even on that first feature film assignment, it was noted that the young man worked quickly and had a natural knack for instilling life in inanimate objects. No other person in field of special effects i n general, or stop-motion animation in particular, has had such influence or creative control over their work. Probably many here reading these words grew up collecting highlights of your favorite films in 8mm and Super 8. Just as there is something more intimate about the creations of Ray Our Back Pages when compared to the CGI creatures of today, there was something a bit more interactive about threading up the projector than there is in dropping a video disc into a machine.
The hands-on experience seemed to draw us in and make us feel like we were a part of the action. For those of us 8mm and Super 8 showmen, the passing of Ray Harryhausen marks the end of an era. It was and a relatively young man Our Back Pages Steven Osborne from Tipp City, Ohio was rocking a mullet and a 'stache -- as well as an unbridled passion for all things Super 8!
This action no doubt gave pause for concern to his neighbors, especially after he was written up in the local paper! There ensued another relocation within Kettering that enabled Steve to upgrade his garage cinema to one of the basement variety! It also gave Steve the impetus to rename his magazine, The Reel Image! Thanks to the phenomenal archival efforts of Dino Everette, you can now re-live those wild and woolly days of Super 8 film making and collecting at the dawn of the dread VHS video era that threatened to exterminate it!
Dino has lovingly scanned surviving copies of issues of Coming Attractions and issues of The Reel Image into PDF files that can now be read on your computer with Adobe Reader, a free app that probably already resides on your PC.
What's more, he has made all the text search friendly so that you could, for instance, search all issues for mentions of "Derann" or "Blackhawk," at the click of a mouse! Adobe Reader also has a "snapshot" function that enables you to "grab" any portion that you would like to paste into a document or print out! I think that I'm in no small company to admit that I, like a lot of boys of my generation, developed my first crush on her as the most captivating of all of the Mouseketeers : "Annette"!
Yes, she was my first crush, and now the news of her recent demise has produced yet another crush of a very different nature -- both events of which have impacted my life pretty significantly, but at polar ends of the age spectrum! Like "Garbo" before her, she didn't need the extra baggage of a 2nd nameas there was no other personage who could possibly be summoned to a young man's consciousness of that era Our Back Pages sheat the mention of that magical given name! Parker and Mark E.
Brennan were ordained auxiliary bishops for the Archdiocese of Baltimore Jan. Twice before, the Cathedral of Mary Our Queen in Homeland played host to more than one episcopal ordination. Archbishop William D. Borders ordained then-Monsignors P. Francis Murphy and J.
Francis Stafford as bishops Feb. Eight years later, the archbishop ordained then-Monsignor William C. Newman and Josephite Father John H. Ricard to the same office July 2,
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