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Title: The American annual of photography
Year: 1911 (1910s)
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Subjects: Photography
Publisher: New York : Tennant and Ward
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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rdingly. Those poor, unfortunate cherubs! I took them at earlymorn in their cribs, as Good Morning. (This was in theearly days of my camera fever.) I took them saying-theirNow I lay me, as Good night. At least I attempted it, butbetween the dim light, and the frequent interruptions ofArent you most through the picture, Aunt Jean? Fm tiredof Now I lay me, I had to confess myself outdone. Isnapped them: in the daisies, and among the apple-blossoms.To be sure, the blossoms did not hang quite within reach, butI tied a beautiful pink and white branch on the tree at thedesired spot, and no one knew the difference. I bought the children bubble-pipes, and a dolls tea-set, alsoa tiny washing outfit, and tok several studies of them washingdolls clothes, and playing five oclock tea. In one of them thelittle girl stands, her hair pinned in a curly knot on the top ofher head, her skirts tucked up in true washerwomanly style.She was supposed to be intent on rubbing clothes, but in real- 154
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LA VERNE. (copyright, I9IO, KNAFFL & BRO.J ity, just as I opened the shutter, she turned and flashed at me alook of utter mischief. In the five-oclock tea subject, Jessie -ispouring a cup of imitation tea for her brother and anothersmall boy, and remarking hospitably, Father, pass the porkand beans. This, in spite of my protest that one does notusually serve pork and beans at five oclock tea. One day I suggested soap bubbles. The idea took instantly,and bubbles became a most popular amusement. When thechildren were entirely absorbed in trying to blow the largestbubble, and quite unconscious of me and the camera, I caughtseveral natural poses, one or two of which were charming.Standing under a tree, one dimped arm raised, the dark-hairedlittle girl held out a bubble-pipe from which a filmy bubblefloated. The fair little boy, in his white middy suit, sat cross-legged on the grass, tightly clasping his new bow and arrow,and gazing intently up at the bubble. One day I was peacefully r

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