The movie boys at Seaside Park

“Boys, this is just the spot we are looking for!”

“Yes, I am sure a good photo playhouse on this boardwalk would pay.”

It was Frank Durham who made the first declaration and his chum and

young partner, Randy Powell, who echoed it. Both looked like lads in

business earnestly looking for something they wanted, and determined to

find it. Then the third member of the little group glanced where his

companions were gazing. He was Pepperill Smith, and he burst forth in his

enthusiastic way:

“The very thing!”

The three chums had arrived at Seaside Park only that morning. Their home

was at Fairlands, one hundred and fifty miles west. Everything was new to

them and there was certainly enough variety, excitement and commotion to

satisfy any lively lad. They had, however, come for something else than

pleasure. They had a distinct purpose in view, and Frank’s remarks brought

it up.