The Lost World (1925 film)
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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's
Stupendous Story of Adventure
The Lost World
By arrangement with
Watteson R. Rothacker
COPYRIGHT MCMXXV BY FIRST NATIONAL PICTURES INC.
|Miss Bessie Love|
Sir John Roxton
|Mr. Lewis Stone|
|Mr. Wallace Beery|
|Mr. Lloyd Hughes|
|Miss Alma Bennett|
|Mr. Arthur Hoyt|
|Miss Margeret McWade|
|Mr. Bull Montana|
|Mr. Finch Smiles|
|Mr. Jules Cowles|
|Mr. George Bunny|
|Mr. Charles Wellsley|
"You've repeated your proposal, Ed, but I must repeat that I will only marry a man of great deeds and strange experiences—a man who can look death in the face without flinching!
"But Gladys, suppose I never get a chance at the big things?"
"This kind of man I mean makes his own chances. You can't hold him back!"
THE LONDON RECORD JOURNAL
In the office of the London Record-Journal.
"I want your legal advice. Professor Challenger threatens to sue my paper for doubting his yarn about live dinosaurs."
Famous Zoologist Re-
turns from South Amer-
ica Without Proofs of Strange Tale.
Prof. Challenger, well-known author and scientist, has returned to London with strange tales of living Mammoths, Pterodactyls and other prehistoric monsters.
Unfortunately for the Professor's reputation, he clains to have lost most of hos records when his canoe is said to have been overturned, and, aside from his personal word, he offers no "proofs" except the badly damaged diary of one Maple White, an American
"I believe Challenger is insane! He nearly killed three reporters I sent to interview him today!"
"Mr. McArdle, couldn't you send me on a dangerous assignment? All I need is an opportunity—"
"You seem very anxious to lose your live!"
"Have you been interviewing Challenger, Malone?"
"Dont' apologize—hurry over to Zoological Hall and cover Challenger's lecture. Reporters are barred——but get in!"
"There's Sir John Roxton——famous hunter and explorer. He's here to check up on Challenger's cock-and-bull story."
"Well, Malone, we're in for a lively session tonight——the students are out in force to heckle old Challenger."
"Challenger has made himself a public laughing stock by his tale about live dinosaurs! What can he hope to gain by such lies?"
"The back country of the Amazon contains over fifty thousand miles of unexplored water-ways. Who can say what may be living in that jungle—as vast as all Europe?"
"But how can Challenger's story be true? There creatures have all been dead ten million years!"
"You might at least do him the justice to hear him state his own case."
"Reporters are barred——if I show my press pass I'll get kicked out. I wonder if you——"
"Gladly—I'll take you in on my pass."
"That's Professor Summerlee, the eminent coleopterist."
"—owing to lack of proofs, this Society cannot sponsor Professor Challenger's statements, but is glad to afford him this opportunity to state his case, and, we trust, clear his name."
"Bring on your mastodons! Bring on your mammoths!"
"I will——if any oy you spineless worms are brave enough to go back with me into the trackless jungles where these monsters live!"
"I told you old Challenger is sincere!"
"So it's when I ask for volunteers to look death or something worse in the face that you become silent!"
"I see I offended you by calling you 'worms'. Well I offer you worms an apology and beg your worms' foregiveness."
"Queer combination, old Challenger. One of the greatest minds in London, with the temper——of a gorilla."
"And I'm not here tonight to defend my statements——but to demand that a committee be formed to go back to the Lost World with me——"
"And if any of us should live to tell the tale, then perhaps our testimony will satisfy these gentlemen!"
"I'm nearly sixty years of age——but, because I think you are a liar and a fraud—I accept your challenge, sir!"
"Accepted! Better an old fool—"
"—than a young coward!"
"I'm neither a student nor a scientist—but I'd like to be counted in on this!"
"My friend, Sir John Roxton! Accepted! Your record as a hunter of big game will add weight to your testimony——if we return!"
"Professor Challenger, I'd like to go on this expedition!"
"Probably the brain of a child——but the body of an athlete. Accepted. What is your name?"
"Edward E. Malone—"
"And your occupation?"
"I—I'm a—a—er—a reporter, sir. London Record-Journal."
"Take me home—I've had enough of this! Eleven Enmore Park, Kensington, West!"
"Professor Challenger, I've got to go on this expedition! The girl I'm engaged to won't marry me until I've faced death or——"
"This man attacked me!"
"Do you give him in charge, sir?"
"No. I was to blame. I intruded upon him."
"Now, sir, can't we talk this expedition over sanely? Sir John Roxton is a friend of mine——"
"Why didn't you mention that before?"
"You've hurt another nice young man! I saw you from my window!"
"My wife——Mr. Malone."
"If my husband gets abusive again——just call me!"
"As I told you, I've personal reasons for wanting up my job on the paper and join your expedition. I——"
"Tell Miss White I wish to see her at once!"
"Have you shown Malone—the diary?"
Property of Mapple White.
Lake Avenue, Detroit, Michigan
A Living Brontosaurus
even here, for
I saw few
"Miss Paula White——daughter of poor Maple White—the unfortunate explorer whose notebook you hold in your hands."
"Miss White was her father's trained assistant. She will tell you why she came to me."
"I was in camp with jungle fever when my father went up to explore that terrible plateau."
"He would go—in spite of what we had—seen."
"You mean that you actually saw living descendants of these monsters that are supposed to have been dead for millions of years?"
"Yes, there were tremendous in size and ferocity. Our bearers were so terrified they deserted—carrying me back to the coast—leaving my father marooned up there——with those beasts——"
"My husband promised to raise funds for a rescue party——but instead of getting people to help him, he throws them out of houses and things!"
"Why, this is a great human interest story—"
"And even if my paper was not convinced of the scientific value of your statements——it might finance a rescue party——provided that the exclusive publication rights—"
"I'll have nothing to do with the Record-Journal!"
"Surely you won't let your personal feelings rob us this hope of rescuing my father!"
"Surely, George, a rescue party is a great deal better than a lawsuit!"
"If Sir John Roxton will go with me—I believe we can make my managing editor see this thing!"
"I'm sure you know why I am going on this rescue party, Paula—don't you?"
P.S. I am thinking of you
"We start in ten minutes! Anyone who isn't ready… remains behind."
"If that mischievous beast is to go with us, I remain behind!"
"Jocko knows which berries and roots in the forest are edible, and which are poisonous—he will be far more use to us than you my dear sir!"
LONDON, TUESDAY, JANUA[RY]
EXPLORERS REACH LAST OUTPOST OF CIVILIZATION
Record-Journal Party Searching for Lost Scientist to Make Way into Mystery World via Secret Rivers
MAY NOT BE HEARD FROM AGAIN FOR MONTHS
"It's a Brazilian sloth—they always walk head downward. See the baby clinging to her?"
Plateau is a fact -- but we have no reason to believe that any monsters are roaming about up there. In fact I don't thinkIt is just three weeks since we sent back the canoes and tonight we are camping at the base of the great plateau upon which Maple White was marooned. Challenger has guided us to this spot, and proven that the
"They're not cubs—but full grown 'spectacle bears'—great camp followers."
"Paula says her father felled one of the trees on that pinnacle so that it dropped across the chasm and made a bridge. You can still see the stump of the old tree."
"In the morning we'll climb the pinnacle—and drop the other tree over."
"A Pterodactyl—proving definitely that the statements in poor Maple White's diary are true!"
"I told Austin to keep Jocko down in the camp until we get back tonight!"
"A Brontosaurus—feeding merely on leaves. Perfectly harmless——unless is happens to step on us."
"My elephant gun might as well be a bean-shooter!"
"Great guns! We can't get back! We're prisoners——exactly like Maple White!"
"That means our folks is still alive!"
"It may mean dose cannibules what drop dat rock down on us last night am cooking 'em!"
"what are you thinking of, Paula—in this lost world of ours?"
"I was thinking if my father were still alive—he would have seen our fire——and come to us."
"An Allosaurus——a meat-eater——the most vicious pest of the ancient world."
"Through your careless haste a wood-tick of an as yet unclassified species has been lost to science!"
"I'm going up the tree to spot a safer place to camp. In this moonlight the whole plateau will be visible."
"What is it?"
"Jocko goin' be mighty lonesome down her wifout Miss Paula—he climb dat big rock dis mo'nin' to get to her—he cain't bear dat girl outen his sight!"
"I 'ave a hidea! After supper bring all those 'ammocks in to the tent!"
"At daybreak we'll move to the cave—and leave the trees to this ape, or man, or missing link—or whatever it is!"
"Now that we've found these caves we could live here the rest of our lives——if we had some weapon capable of making a dent in a dinosaur!"
"I am now inventing such a weapon."
"I found no signs of your father, Paula—but Roxton is exploring a passage that leads downward—he ay have news for you."
"When I release the tree it will snap back with terrific force——hurling the rock through the air——"
"And by calculating the curve the rock will describe as it rushes through the air—"
"A curve? Nonsense! Any school boy could tell you the rock will describe a parabola."
"I was right—you described a curve!"
"We all is makin' a rope ladder to git you all down on!"
"Fine! But how in thunder do you expect to get it up to us?"
"Bring Miss Paula to call Jocko——he'll climb anything to get to her!"
"There's only a small cave above this——but your father must be somewhere on the plateau——it's impossible to get away!"
"Do you mean we are to be here——always?"
"What difference does it make where we are, Paula—so long as we are—together?"
"But your engagement to——Gladys?"
"Paula, dear, we're as cut off from the world and its obligations and promises as if we were on the moon."
"I'm going to ask Professor Summerlee to marry us. You know he used to be a minister."
"Go hunt up the professors—I have something to—tell Paula—"
"What will your fellow scientists say when I tell of this in London?"
"They'll call you just what you called me in London—a dam' liar!"
"That dormant volcano is waking! The whole plateau will be covered in lava!"
"But this has been going on for hours—I'm afraid they're lost—"
"I they get back we must be here to show them the way to the tunnel opening. It's their only hope of escape!"
"The professors and Mr. Malone are safe—they'll be here in a minute or two!"
"Ah certainly hopes dad mud holds!"
"We are back in the world—and its obligations."
"You made Gladys promise to wait for you——you must keep your part of that promise. This is——goodbye."
"Ed thinks a great deal of you, Paula——and love is too precious a thing to be cast aside lightly."
"My decision is absolutely final!"
"I'm Major Hibbard, of the Brazilian Geodetic Survey. Yesterday I saw a cloud of smoke over the plateau—"
"And we smoked out quite a rat, Major!"
"I'd give my entire personal fortune to get that beast to London—alive!"
"I'll send for men to dredge out this stream—build a steel cage and a raft—and when the big rains come next month, we might float your 'rat' out!"
"If we coule get it on a raft as far as the Amazon——we could charter a steamer from there!"
"Gladys Hungerford is in the front row. She must be very proud—of Ed."
"A Year ago when I told you there monsters are not extinct, you jeered at me—"
"Tonight you will not jeer——for I have brought back a living proof of my statement!"
"May I ask what you mean when you say 'a living proof', My dear Challenger?"
"A live Brontosaurus—one hundred and ten feet long from the top of its nose to the end of its tail."
Public Call Office
"And just where is your 'living proof' now, professor?"
"Mr. Edward Malone, through whose efforts this expedition was financed, is now superintending the unloading of the monster from the ship we chartered—"
"The message I have been expecting has come! I'll inform you in a moment when and where the Brontosaurus will be on view!"
"As we swung the cage out over the dock the cables broke—"
"The fall smashed the cage—and it got out! It's running wild—the streets are in an uproar!"
"My Brontosaurus has escaped! Keep off the streets—until I recapture it!"
"This is an outrage—we've been hoaxed again—Challenger should be run out of town!"
ODS […]BUS CO.
THE BLUE POST'S
"How d'ydo, Gladys. You see I'm—back."
"You certainly have proved yourself to be a hero, Ed."
"And, as you really owe it all to me, I hope you'll forgive me—for not waiting."
"My husband, Percy Potts."
"May I ask what great stunt, what heroic deed Mr. Potts performed—to win you, Gladys?"
"That was just my girlish whim! Percy is a clerk at a store, and has never been out of London in his life!"
"She didn't wait for me—she's married!"
"That's Sir John Roxton—sportsman."