Excerpt from Movie Makers, Vol. 9: January-December, 1934

When we landed at last at a stone jetty, there were automobiles and carts awaiting the eager sightseers. These carts were curious, for, instead. Of having two, three or four wheels, they had runners like -a sleigh, in a country that never saw a flake of snow. Drawn slowly by a pair of bullocks, these carts were sup posed to, and actually did, slide along pretty smoothly over pavements of rounded stones gathered from the beach. From time to time, the driver, who walked beside his _amazing conveyance, would case its passage with greasy rags thrown under. The protesting runners. Talk about local color! Here was a sequence already worth days of travel.

But the climax of a day m Madeira 15 the down mountain slide m a basket set on runners. Careening down over a cobbled runway that stretches for several miles between walled houses and gardens, each basket holds two persons. And is accompanied by two attendants m charge of its strange descent. With ropes from the front and with their feet behind, they guide their charges around the corners and along the straightaways which lead at last to the city below. It IS a grand ride but rather too bumpy for movie making en route.

Morocco was our next stop. Here, at Casablanca and Rabat, you will mingle with the Moors of today and find that their lives and customs are little changed in nearly a century of rubbing elbows with European peoples. On the right is the native doctor who sits on the ground, surrounded by_ his stock of herbs and medi cines, in mumbling consultation with a patient. On the left, standing before the dark cubby holes that are the shops of North Africa, small boys patiently switch threads from hand to hand, while the master tailors within are sewing the other ends into patterns on Moslem garments. On every side are the animated stalls of woodworker, shoemaker, tinsmith, rug weaver, baker and others, busy at their trades. With the camera under your arm and a smile on your face, wander along quietly through these busy streets, remembering that you are as strange to them as they to you. Don't become impatient at small boys or curious-onlookers. A calm manner, a pleasant smile and a decent respect for their rights and feelings will get you almost any picture you want.

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