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    September Storm 3-D was really the last major two-strip 3-D
    release, and the only one to employ anamorphic optics for a 2.35:1 screen
    ratio. This historically important and entertaining 3-D film from 1960 will
    soon be coming to Blu-Ray thanks to the non-profits 3-D Film Archive and
    the 3-D Space Museum. The kickstarter campaign reached its $25,000 goal
    within two weeks, a testament to the confidence vintage 3-D fans have in
    the restoration and exhibition work of Bob Furmanek, Greg Kintz and Jack
    Theakston of the 3-D Film Archive. Their track record has been impeccable,
    and the quality of their work has been consistently outstanding.


    Unfortunately, the campaign stalled within five days of reaching its "stretch
    goal" to restore the special-venue 3-D short SEA DREAM 3-D (1978) which
    they'd like to include as a bonus on the blu-ray. Only five days left to raise
    $1,000 to restore SEA DREAM 3-D. Please help by telling everybody you
    know and by contributing what you can:


    Steptember Storm 3-D kickstarter


    Watch the videos, read the updates and make you pledge.


    May I also remind everyone that the World 3-D Expos that took place in
    Hollywood in 2003, 2006 and 2013 were made up of the films that Bob
    Furmanek had diligently searched for, found and saved, and that Greg Kintz
    did restoration work on. Without their efforts, there would have been no
    Expos. So successful were the Expos that they had a profound impact on the
    industry, demonstrating the viability of 3-D technology and helping to revive
    studio interest in making new 3-D movies:



    More upgrades are on the way. THEY WERE EXPENDABLE, SHE WORE A YELLOW RIBBON, CHISUM and McQ are being released on blu-ray in the next few months.


    SHE WORE A YELLOW RIBBON is being released through Warner Arhcive. Warner had better get the color and density right this time. If they screw up another John Wayne classic like they did THE SEARCHERS, I'm going to war.


    HONDO 3-D and THE SONS OF KATIE ELDER -- still missing in action.

    I haven't watched HONDO in over a year. Not since the 3-D screening in Hollywood last September. That was a whole 'nuther movie, I can tell you. Why in the world didn't Paramount put the 3-D version on disc? Gretchen was there and told us that Paramount doesn't want to release the 3-D version and she has no idea why. What's the matter with them? Are they retarded, or what?

    You should probably place the photo inside a dehumidifier so that it will unroll itself. Call a local archive or museum and ask to speak to an archivist or to their photo archivist. They are trained and equipped, generally. Of call the George Eastman House Museum of International Photography in Rochester NY and ask to speak to their photo archivist. He will help you.


    1910 suggests a silver gelatin or albumen print. Delicate. Water will destroy the photo. One does not sprinkle, dampen or otherwise soak historic photos, certainly not from 1910.



    Richard



    and




    The digital realm will never do what photochemistry has done.


    Never.



    Richard

    ... to all you good people on the John Wayne forum.


    What are your plans for the new year?


    I have not entirely given up hope of finding a business partner to finance my factual westerns. I'm still plugging away. Meanwhile, the publisher is on my case not to miss the deadline again. Maximum effort, minimun reward, that's the nature of academic publishing.


    I believe in the impossible.



    Richard

    The Cowboys' Christmas Ball
    To the Ranchmen of Texas


    By Larry Chittenden, 1893


    'Way out in Western Texas, where the Clear Fork's waters flow,
    Where the cattle are "a-browzin'," an' the Spanish ponies grow;
    Where the Northers "come a-whistlin'" from beyond the Neutral Strip;
    And the prairie dogs are sneezin', as if they had "The Grip";
    Where the cayotes come a-howlin' 'round the ranches after dark,
    And the mocking-birds are singin' to the lovely "medder lark";
    Where the 'possum and the badger, and rattlesnakes abound,
    And the monstrous stars are winkin' o'er a wilderness profound;
    Where lonesome, tawny prairies melt into airy streams,
    While the Double Mountains slumber, in heavenly kinds of dreams;
    Where the antelope is grazin' and the lonely plovers call—
    It was there that I attended "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

    The town was Anson City, old Jones's county seat,
    Where they raised Polled Angus cattle, and waving whiskered wheat;
    Where the air is soft and "bammy," an' dry an' full of health,
    And the prairies is explodin' with agricultural wealth;
    Where they print the Texas Western, that Hec. McCann supplies
    With news and yarns and stories, uv most amazin' size;
    Where Frank Smith "pulls the badger," on knowin' tenderfeet,
    And Democracy's triumphant, and might hard to beat;
    Where lives that good old hunter, John Milsap, from Lamar,
    Who "used to be the Sheriff, back East, in Paris sah!"
    'T was there, I say, at Anson with the lovely "widder Wall,"
    That I went to that reception, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

    The boys had left the ranches and come to town in piles;
    The ladies—"kinder scatterin'"—had gathered in for miles.
    And yet the place was crowded, as I remember well,
    T was got for the occasion, at "The Morning Star Hotel."
    The music was a fiddle an' a lively tambourine,
    And a "viol came imported," by the stage from Abilene.
    The room was togged out gorgeous-with mistletoe and shawls,
    And candles flickered frescoes, around the airy walls.
    The "wimmin folks" looked lovely-the boys looked kinder treed,
    Till their leader commenced yellin': "Whoa! fellers, let's stampede,"
    And the music started sighin', an' awailin' through the hall
    As a kind of introduction to "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."

    The leader was a feller that came from Swenson's ranch,
    They called him "Windy Billy," from "little Deadman's Branch."
    His rig was "kinder keerless," big spurs and high-heeled boots;
    He had the reputation that comes when "fellers shoots."
    His voice was like a bugle upon the mountain's height;
    His feet were animated an' a mighty, movin' sight,
    When he commenced to holler, "Neow, fellers stake your pen!
    "Lock horns ter all them heifers, an' russle 'em like men.
    "Saloot yer lovely critters; neow swing an' let 'em go,
    "Climb the grape vine 'round 'em—all hands do-ce-do!
    "You Mavericks, jine the round-up- Jest skip her waterfall,"
    Huh! hit wuz gettin' happy, "The Cowboys' Christmas Ball!"

    The boys were tolerable skittish, the ladies powerful neat,
    That old bass viol's music just got there with both feet!
    That wailin', frisky fiddle, I never shall forget;
    And Windy kept a-singin'—I think I hear him yet—
    "Oh Xes, chase yer squirrels, an' cut 'em to one side;
    "Spur Treadwell to the centre, with Cross P Charley's bride;
    "Doc. Hollis down the middle, an' twine the ladies' chain;
    "Varn Andrews pen the fillies in big T Diamond's train.
    "All pull yer freight together, neow swallow fork an' change;
    "'Big Boston,' lead the trail herd, through little Pitchfork's range.
    "Purr 'round yer gentle pussies, neow rope 'em! Balance all!"
    Huh! hit wuz gettin' active—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball!"

    The dust riz fast an' furious; we all jes' galloped 'round,
    Till the scenery got so giddy that T Bar Dick was downed.
    We buckled to our partners, an' told 'em to hold on,
    Then shook our hoofs like lightning, until the early dawn.
    Don't tell me 'bout cotillions, or germans. No sire 'ee!
    That whirl at Anson City just takes the cake with me.
    I'm sick of lazy shufflin's, of them I've had my fill,
    Give me a frontier break-down, backed up by Windy Bill.
    McAllister ain't nowhar: when Windy leads the show,
    I've seen 'em both in harness, and so I sorter know—
    Oh, Bill, I sha'n't forget yer, and I'll oftentimes recall,
    That lively gaited sworray—"The Cowboys' Christmas Ball."


    http://www.cowboypoetry.com/chittenden.htm#Christmas


    Merry Christmas, everybody.


    Richard
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    Where does John Wayne appear in Lone Star Ranger (Fox, 1930)? I'll have to look for him in it. There are some skips in my copy. Not because of missing footage, but a bad burn from CometVideo. It's quite a good western, however.


    Richard


    The reason I mention this particular book is that it covers the same time and place, geographically and chronologically, as the new series HELL ON WHEELS. Wish I could get ten people -- okay, five people -- to read the book first, and watch the program as it airs, so that we could discuss it in a devoted thread. That would be fun.



    Richard

    The reason I mention this particular book is that it covers the same time and place, geographically and chronologically, as the new series HELL ON WHEELS. Wish I could get ten people -- okay, five people -- to read the book first, and watch the program as it airs, so that we could discuss it in a devoted thread. That would be fun.



    Richard


    Try reading this acclaimed book by historian Thomas Goodrich. He lets the evidence do the talking in Scalp Dance. Not too academic, above politics and beyond blame games. It's a good place to start.



    Richard


    Try reading this acclaimed book by historian Thomas Goodrich. He lets the evidence do the talking in Scalp Dance. Not too academic, above politics and beyond blame games. It's a good place to start.



    Richard

    I saved this article several years ago, written by a courageous reporter who is no longer with us. Sadly, the situation has not improved for the better:




    Old Tucson was rebuilt at the wrong scale and poorly designed. It's a town square surrounded by restaurants and souvenir shops, not an actual western street. A couple of the original buildings still survive, but they have been so disney-fied they hardly look western, and they're insufficient for shooting purposes. The brother town, Mescal situated north of the highway north by west of Benson, has not been maintained. The street is so delapidated and unsafe it costs more to stand the buildings back up than it does to shoot there. Plus there are only two good angles on the place, looking toward the mountain and off to the east. The other directions now have modern intrusions inching closer and closer. The new owners all but drove the movie business out of the state.



    Richard