OH, SHOOT! 



date it if we would show him how to start the 

 engine, as it was a long row home. 



Salisbury had long since "sold" us this Seri 

 proposition with his tales of their uncouth 

 habits; it required no such boosting as this 

 to further prejudice us in their favor. We had 

 no particular fear of them, especially Crisp and 

 I, for to anybody engaged in the motion-pic- 

 ture business, lack of refinement is nothing 

 unusual. As a matter of fact, we had decided, 

 if in truth these savages were cannibals, to 

 purchase, hire, rent, lease, or steal a brace of 

 the hungriest, blood thirstiest man-eaters and 

 take them back to Los Angeles with us. 

 Crisp wanted his for an assistant director, and 

 I proposed to feed mine on scenario writers. 

 The eating of human flesh, the gnawing of 

 human bones, is a reprehensible habit, no 

 doubt, and should not be generally encour- 

 aged, but if it must be practiced, where better 

 than in and around a studio? 



But from our first examination of Tiburon 

 Island, we began to doubt that these Seris 

 were what they had been painted. The soil 

 was poor, too poor to raise any kind of garden 

 truck, and we reasoned that if, indeed, they 

 were cannibals, it was purely because they 



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