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Show MODERN WARFARE. "On yonder hill," cried the general, scanning the battlefield with his glasses, "I see a black mass of men. What are they?" "Camera fiends," replied the second in command. "And who are occupying that field to the southwest?" v "Those," answered thu S. I. C. "are operators for the biograph." "I see a battalion of curious-shaped guns." "They are not guns; they are gramophones gram-ophones and phonographs, in which are to be recorded the roar of the cannons and the cries of the wounded." wound-ed." " 'Tis well!" exclaimed the general, stroking his mustache complacently "Let the battle begin!" |