Evening Star Newspaper, August 8, 1937, Page 80

12 0 YCU remember the old popu- lar song, “By the Light of the Silvery Moon,” one of the favorites of every “bar- ber shop” quartet? How about the amateur photog- rapher in those days? Did he take advantage of the light of the silvery moon to make pictures? No. The- average amateur folded up his camera Today, however, with modern fast equipment, pictures can be taken twenty-four hours of the day. Picture-making by moonlight is a’ most interesting branch of photog- raphy. The beautiful results are worth the extra care necessary in ex- posure calcuiation. The soft light cast by the moon lends added charm to pleasant scenes and subdues the un- lovely features of views that are quite commonplace by daylight. To play up the moonlight effect properly, it is well to give an exposure that is long enough to record detail in the shadows. Photographs of homes in the diffused light of a full moon, with the lights shining from the windows, radiate that comfortable, sentimental feeling. For convenient calculation of the proper timing for such scenes, remem- ber that 25 minutes by full moonlight should be given for every 1/100 of a second that is needed by sunlight. For example: if the correct exposure by sunlight is 1/25 (4/100) of a sec- ond with an aperture of f 11 or rising in disgusted rage. There fol- lowed a mélange of sentences: “I cut down to three cakes a day for a whole week . . . I bosrowed on next week’s allowance . . . I saved mine out of my scout money . . .” “All right” Buster quelled them. “I’m a sap. We saved the three-fifty. I kept it for us in the sock and I lost it. Now we got to find a way to get an- other three-fifty by tomorrow.” . “Aw?”’ The small boy fairly yelled his contempt. *“We couldn’t raise it all by then. And all of us go or nobody "’ Three dollars and fifty cents? Or none of us go? Isabelle’s eyes came alight. Seven times fifty cents was three dollars and a half. The admission ticket to the Bazaar was fifty cents and including Buster, there were seven in his gang. They couldn’t go to the Bazaar! R e New...a Cream That's the Dream of Every Woman POSITIVELY PREVENTS MANY BLACKHEADS and PIMPLES BECAUSE IT CONTAINS PEROXIDE Here is glorious news for every woman who seeks to improve the beauty and charm of her complexion. A new face cream discovery is posi- tively teed to do each and every one of the following things for your complexion . . . or your money is refunded. This cream has been granted a patent by the government and is sold throughout the nation as Dioxogen Cream. Listen-here’s what this cream will do: — 1. It cleans those pores of yours as no with ordinary cream can— real perox- jide—one of the most effective antisep- 2. It prevents many blackheads, pimples and other skin blemishes. 3.1t greatly to reduce large pores and . superficial wrinkles. Its gentle NATURAL bleaching ac- tion gives the skin uniform clearness and tone ravely obtained from other We promise no miraculous overnight resufts from Dioxogen Cream — it works rot by the black magic of strong chemicals, but in Nature’s own safe way — through steady and healthful benefit on your skin pores and skin tissues. 50c and $1 jars at drug and dept. stores. SPECIAL OFFER:—If you have not yet used Dioxogen Cream, send 10c for generous trial jar. Address “Dioxogen Cream, 65 Fourth Ave, New York City.” I'HIS WEEK or Onapshooters U.S. 8, it will be four times 25, or 100 minutes by moonlight at f11. This exposure will give results even with single lens and box type cameras. With double lenses the time can be cut to fifty minutes at f8 or U.S. 4. For a landscape without a dark- toned object in the immediate fore- ground, about 25 minutes with f 8 or U.S. 4 would be ample; for distant landscapes, 10 to 15 minutes. If a daylight effect is desired, these exposures must be multiplied by four and this applies only to clear nights when the moon is full. A half moon does not give even half as much light as can be expected of a full moon. The exposure data given above is for pictures dy the light of the moon and not of the moon itself. The latter requires a different technique. For such a snapshot you might use an ex- posure of five seconds at f 6.3. Pseudo-moonlight pictures such as Child Viper They’d lost their money and they couldn’t get more by tomorrow! Why, this was heaven and couldn’t be true! She wanted to jump with happiness. In the distance there was a soft buzzing sound. Isabelle’s joyous gaze swept away from Buster’s flivver, noted in passing a new black sedan with a dented rear fender parked behind the contraption, then saw an ancient electric automobile careening down the street. Its owner, a plump middle-aged lady, seemed terrified by the car’s speed. Poor Mrs. Fallon, Isabelle thought; why did she try to drive that thing? Mrs. Fallon stopped trying. Lifting her hands from the steering bar, she covered her eyes and the electric came to a stop, its fender against the damaged fender of the new sedan. Instantly Buster and his friends were out of the flivver and clustered before the electric. “What happened?”” Mrs. Fallon quavered as she uncovered her eyes. Isabelle was parting the curtains to call down that the damage had been done before Mrs. Fallon’s arrival. But Buster got in ahead of her. “Well, it’s hard to say, right off, what’s the damage,” he said to Mrs. Fallon as if he himself were the owner. “l suppose, boy,” she said, “it’s your family’s car?”’ ‘“Ma’am?’’ Buster’s tone was blank. Isabelle knew that tone. It meant that no good was in store for some- body. “l mean,” Mrs. Fallon tried to make herself clear, “‘do you have to take down license numbers and that sort of thing? Can’t I just settle with Continved from preceding poge you for the damage? And you can give your family the money without bring- ing in the insurance company.”’ She opened her purse and brought out a roll of bills. “You're a big boy. Boys know about cars. What do you think it will cost — twenty dollars, thirty?** ““Well, let’s see — ** Buster pursed his lips and rocked back on his heels. “I think three-fifty would be okay.” Isabelle gasped. Buster knew that Mrs. Fallon was afraid Mr. Fallon would hear of this accident. It was town talk the way Mr. Fallon carried on about her and that electric. And Buster was going to take money from her! Isabelle drew back into the corner of the seat. Everything was even more heavenly than it had been a few mo- ments ago — except for poor Mrs. Fallon. Isabelle sent out a silent prayer to her: “Please forgive me for not stopping that demon. But I. don’t think you’d want me to if you knew what this will mean to me: for Buster to take all the rope he will. You've been terribly nice to me, Mrs. Fallon, and I'm truly grateful, and I'll get your money back to you later. But, oh, Mrs. Fallon, I’ve just got to keep still till this is over.” It didn’t take long. Buster, a wary eye out for the possible arrival of the sedan’s owner, took three dollars and fifty cents from Mrs. Fallon, turmned the electric’s wheels away from the sedan and bade her goodby with the politeness of a model child. Beaming, Mrs. Fallon started off. The electric buzzed, bucked, then scuttled like a fat beetle down the street and out of sight. Silent by ALFRED NOYES He does not speak, you say. Perhaps He thought the mountains and the sea Better than tongues of angels might convey All that He meant, who bade such beauty be. Perhaps, if He had sent A bell-man through the streets, the bell-man’s cry Uttering so small a part of His intent Had turned His deepest truth to a shallow lie. He does not speak? And yet — If He should speak, with dying lips to men, All that these mockers ask for and forget, How soon their gall would mock His thirst again. Buster and his friends came up on the sidewalk and stood directly be- neath Isabelle. She heard one of them ask in a stage whisper: ““Won’t she recognize us at the Bazaar?”’ “You don’t think she pays any at- tention to guys like us?”’ Buster was loftily amused. ‘‘Besides, she won't want to know us any more’'n we’'ll want to know her.”” He added de- fensively, 1 didn’t do anything to her, anyway. The way she spends money for that old Bazaar, she shouldn’t care about us spending this doughonit.” *“Gee!”’ It was an almost simultane- ous exclamation from the boys as they clustered admiringly about him. Only then did Isabelle part the blue curtains and lean out of the window. The gauze folds behind her were a perfect background for her pretty head — a cerulean sky behind a face as guileless as an angel’s. Her voice, gentle and sweet, drifted down to the seven pairs of ears below. “Just what do you little boys think you're going to do with that money?”’ The answer was seven pairs of up- turned startled eyes — and silence. “I believe,” she continued, ‘‘there is some law about taking money unlaw- fully from people.” Her gaze shifted to Buster and went from his face to the money in his hand. Mogazine Section the one at the left are easily made by sunlight. Best results can be obtained when the sun is low in the west, #nd more realism is assured if heavy clouds surround or partly obscure the sun. You can usually get good results with an aperture of f 16 and a speed of 1/100 of a second. Questions From Snapshooters Question: “Infinity’” for my camera is al about 100 feet. I wani to make a picture of a house — a 3{ view so that the fromt and one side are shown. If*I stand 50 ft. away from the house, which is 40 f1. deep, at what point should I set the focus to get the sharpest detail from front to back of the house? (P.L.K.) Answer: Focus on a point a little less than half the distance from the front to the back of your subject. For example, in the set-up you describe, the focus might well be set at about 60 ft. Ot course, much depends on the diaphragm opening you use; the smaller the lens opening, the greatec the depth of focus. Have you o “snapshooting” prob- lem? The expert who conducts this colvmn may be able to help you. Werite to This Week Magazine in care of this newspaper, enclosing a stomped, self-addressed eavelope. We will print the answers to as many questions as possible. Others will be answered by mail. “I believe aiso,”" her voice was pure honey now, ‘‘that somebody once mentioned something about a witnese- Mrs. Fallon, I believe, could be called awitness.” She had no need to say more. Buster flung the money to the sidewalk and, his friends at his heels, ran to his flivver. He had started it and was on his way while the gang was still scrambling in. Isabelle reached back for her purse, took out her lipstick and dropped it to the sidewalk. Then she pulled her head in through the curtains and arose. She must go down now and get the money. Somehow she’d manage to smuggle it back to Mrs. Fallon to- morrow night. Tomorrow night — the lanterns, the music, the crowds that would become as glamorous as any fete ever given in any of ‘“‘the gay capitals of Europe,” when Kenneth found her in her new white dress amid the glitter of the Booth Moderne! In the hall, Susie, the telephone * receiver pressed against her ear, raised questioning brows as Isabelle appeared. “I'm going down to get my lip- stick,” Isabelle said dreamily. “I dropped it out of the window.” Another adventure of Isabelle Cummings will appear next week. Drown by George Hopf ““INFORMATION, PLEASE!" . - -l —