"The American Journey"
Source: (both
photos) Elevator World Magazine, Vol. XII, No. 9, September
1964
One of 12 "Moving
Grandstands" seating 55 people begins its travel along "The
American Journey," the multi-screen film presentation at
the Federal Pavilion. Note the adjustable headsets for audio mounted
on the backs of the seats.
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In the Federal Pavilion, viewers
are conducted on a trip through American history in what might
be called a drive-along theater.
Designed, built, installed and
operated by Cinerama, the exhibit features bus-sized open vehicles
which transport visitors around a city bock-square expanse of
motion pictures, still photography and three-dimensional effects.
Screens move aside, go up and down, even form a tunnel for the
buses to drive through.
The 12 moving grandstands each
seat 55 persons. A new group of 55 begins the trip every 80 seconds.
Each vehicle is fitted with individual earphone equipment for
the presentation's soundtrack.
Measuring 18 feet long and 16
feet wide and containing rows of seats each set higher than the
last, the vehicles glide along a 1,250-foot track circling the
pavilion building at a rate of about one mile per hour.
Jeremy H. Lepard, in charge of
the film project described the film exhibit which Cinerama has
created a the Federal Pavilion for the U.S. Government. "Audiences
actually have to learn a new way of looking at life-through-movies.
It is something like walking down a strange street. Our technique
produces the real feel or aura of an era."
Viewers are whisked through an
environment something like a big, twisting tunnel, only this
environment is mostly comprised of some 120 screens of various
sizes and shapes. As Lepard describes it, "We've picked
little nubs, shots, from other times to create an overall feeling
of the American historical heritage. I expect that many people
will return time and again to get the full information of our
show."
Some 2,000 viewers an hour, 20,000
a day, can be accommodated at the Federal pavilion film show,
which is under the supervision of U.S. Commissioner N.K. Winston
and the U.S. Department of Commerce. One of the vehicles has
seats equipped with a five-channel selector speaker system, so
a viewer can elect to hear the narration in either French, German,
Spanish, Italian or English.
The narration was written by
noted science-fiction author Ray Bradbury and is delivered by
John McIntyre of "Wagon Train" TV fame. Over 170 movie
and slide projectors are utilized to create the environmental
effect of the 13 1/2-minute ride.
"The American Journey,"
as the show is entitled, begins with the viewer being surrounded
by the mysterious ocean, filled with unnamed sea monsters, which
our ancestors knew on their way to America. It is followed by
depictions of the Indians to be found here, then shots of pioneers,
native animals, early inventions, historical events, the trek
Westward and the scenic wonders of America. We are brought up-to-date
with some startling rocket effects, provided courtesy of NASA
and the U.S. Air Force.
Over 100 historical societies
provided material for the show, as well as the Library of Congress,
the National Archives and the Smithsonian Institute. Cinerama
sent camera crews out to many sections of the United States to
film various American landscapes.
All this is on the second level
of the Federal Pavilion. On the first level, photos along with
other graphics depict events in the American past and controversies
in the present which have been or are topics of discussion and
interest.
The Federal Pavilion also houses
a more-or-less conventional 600-seat theater and a 200-seat auditorium,
both of which are used for the presentation of films. A significant
one is a U.S. Navy cinematic duplication of a submarine's trip
under the Arctic ice, a missile firing on the submarine Nautilus
and a ride with the Blue Angels flying team.
Source: Industrial Photography,
Vol. 13, No. 5, May 1964
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A rear view of one of
the "Moving Grandstands" as it makes its way through
a tunnel of movie screens. Note the rail to the right of the grandstand
which provides a contact point for power and audio and guides
the grandstand along its route.
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The Script
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"The American Journey"
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by: Ray Bradbury
Here lies our past. Look
at it. Combine your fabled history with the challenge of noon
today so as to move with heart and purpose toward a tomorrow
of your own choosing.
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- A sea of water.
- A sea of grass.
- A sea of stars.
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- A wilderness of ocean.
- A wilderness of land.
- A wilderness of sky.
- Remember these. These
were. These are. These will be your destiny.
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- First, the wilderness
of the sea. In darkness you move upon it. "Don't go!"
the fearful cry, "The world is not round! You will fall
from the earth! Fierce dragons lie before you!"
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- Here in the brief hour
before the continental dawn, before you pathfind the wilderness
of grass, look deep at this wilderness of water. Here be menaces
of fish to feed your future colonies. Here giant whales. Those
flourishes of God, whose wisdom rendered down to oil will light
your lamps.
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- Now ten thousand ships
whelm in through island straits and stand off hearing a single
sound from the New World. Listen. The landfall of morning. The
crash of real surf on real land runs old nightmares off.
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- Now name yourself Columbus
and found Hispanola. Wade with Balboa along Pacific shores until,
with Vespucci, you print your first name, Americus, upon a wild
that should have been far Japan or elephant India. But signs
itself, at last, plain "America."
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- Soon you stand small in
Virginia and Massachusetts and see the forests primeval. God's
bounty of trees. The murmuring pine and the hemlock as far as
eyes can see. Later, you might apologize but now you seize forth
hatchets, handsaws and axes, back-off and give a whack! And God's
wilderness falls down.
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- To reveal the Indian Tribes,
as far again as the eye can see, the teepees of the Dakotas,
the pueblos of the Zuni, the sod huts of the Kansa -- the United
Indian Nations.
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- With Indians before and
English close behind you prepare for raw excursions and revolts.
You send Ben Franklin forth to juggle lightening. And plug to
your roof one of old Ben's Lightening Rods in case God judges
your revolution amiss. You fire forges and hammer tools and weapons
along the colonial shores. Declare your independence. Fight your
revolution. Build a war. Build a Constitution and try to live
in it.
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- Then set the restless
free to pathfind a raw territory to translate its French names
into Indian Oklahoma, Minnesota and the far Dakotas, with Lewis
and Clark in the lead.
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- While the spunky nation
of half-grown boy mechanics and electrical experimenters blow
themselves up with steam devices; with Robert Fulton invent excavating
machines and "Fulton's Folly" which did not blow up.
And even then, with the sea wilderness and the wilderness of
land yet unconquered, you begin to dig and build an Er-i-e canal.
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- You churn the Mississippi
up and down. Plant cotton. Invent a Cotton Gin. And thus, spin,
loom, cut and plant back the wilderness. Invent machine reapers
that harvest your grain and send your hunters forth to a terrible
blood harvest: fifty-million wild buffalo slaughtered.
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- And seeing the wilderness
shot down before him, your John James Audubon goes forth to catch
its winged beauties with eye and hand and pen before they fly
south forever.
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- The wheels roll off the
water onto land. As Herman Melville takes his ink and writing
pen to sea and with that pen harpoons him "Moby Dick, The
Great American Whale." And the whale is the wilderness put
down. The whale is God's sea and the mystery which must be conquered.
The whale is death which must be stayed.
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- So the wilderness of ignorance
is cleared by science even as the frontier is pushed back. And
you stand at Independence, Missouri. The cry from Sutter's Mill
is "Gold!" And the wild climate of people spills toward
the landfall of California.
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- And coming with it, the
"singing wire." The telegraph poles planted like strange
electric trees across the west. Bringing the news that not only
is America reaping the wilderness grain, but tossing forth win
rows of blue and gray. A harvest of brothers; the civil dead.
With mini-ball and cannon you suicide. You commit your life away
in the North and South.
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- Now mend the war and weld
a peace. From here on down to the Cherokee Strip it's new steel
mills. The laying of the Atlantic Cable. The first elevated trains
skirt the cities.
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- And far out on the prairies,
the Indians, dazed by the comings and goings of the wild White
Men, see a dragon monster late at night as the railroads meet
in wondrous collision at Promontory Point, Utah. Telephones ring
and electric lights shine through the gas-lit lamps!
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- And with the far Pacific
shore reached, farmed and citified, American boy-man, great child
scout, freighted with gravity, riveted to an earth you have now
trampled to subservience, turn from the tides of the sea and
the tides of Buffalo Grass and look at fresh wallows of sky.
You hear the birds at morning, and strong with new blasphemy,
dare take wing. And at last those boys who jumped from haylofts
become two men at Kitty Hawk.
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- And America rides, skips,
jumps, soars into the free wild air of the Twentieth Century.
And flies right into and out of another war. Balloons ascend
from the great three-ringed circus that is life in the good old
U.S.A.
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- Meanwhile you've sent
an Admiral to find the North Pole. Dug a canal in Panama. Filled
the country with phonographs and movie theaters. You make movies
bigger and bigger and bigger! You send a Byrd to the South
Pole and appropriately enough he says "Jules Verne leads
me." And put one man in a lonely craft across the Atlantic
toward Paris and immortality. Set off a rocket and delivered
some first Rocket Mail. Fight a second World War and put fifty-thousand
planes over Europe. Split the atom.
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- And find yourself now,
four-hundred years later, a nation of fifty states. Two hundred
million people who have nailed down the wilderness; who've cut
the long grass and breathed the warm winds of freedom. You are
the people who always want futures; for you don't like the way
things are.
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- You didn't like the mountains
so your reared them up in skyscrapers. You didn't like time and
distance so you turned it inside out with jets. You didn't like
pain, disease and death so you put two hundred thousand hospitals
across that dark and dangerous territory.
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- Now, at last America stands
lit upon the ancient wilds; one huge electric city facing the
future. You've been part of three motions of weather: A wind
of change that blew across oceans. A weather of need that strewed
wild flower human seed to populate the four corners of no where
and make it somewhere. And the boy-mechanics who flew the kites
and lit July 4th rockets who now, grown men, make ready for the
time of your future voyaging.
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- Look far away from the
seas of earth, the seas of grass, and the lights in your constellation
cities, toward the lights in the sky. The weather of change is
eternal. The warm American climate carries its momentum up.
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- Alert, you shape a vast
unsleeping seashell ear, which hears tomorrow rolling in across
the shoals of time. From Cape Kennedy to California you mix the
elements of raw mythology. From chemistries of earth, fused with
air, you strike forth fire. But what goes up must often come
down. But, as never failed; can never succeed. We will fall but
to rise again.
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- To send Telstar, which
speaks in tongues, across lake ponds that once were ocean seas.
And fly Tiros to tell the weather of man's earth and lift the
sons of Herman Melville and Jules Verne to guess the weather
of America's soul.
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- But why? Why fly out to
the stars with so much yet undone on earth? The answers lie in
what we do not know: What is the sun? How does it send
its searchlight waves of heat through frigid vacuum paths of
blackness? What lies beneath the mountain range and plain of
moon crust that beams down on us nightly? Is man the only thinking
life within the endless curve of universal space?
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- The cures you find in
rocket flight will cure your maladies at home. The weightlessness
you give yourself in rockets will lift the weight of sick disease
from earthbound people. You go to find. To know. To learn. To
build. And move on yet again. Man seeking peace may find it at
last in a mutual attack. A last great war. Not against himself
but against the hard challenge of space.
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- So, light brother and
dark, in a nation and of nation upon nation in the world, give
legs-up to each other. Build pyramids of men and fire toward
landfalls on the moon and bright new Independence Days. Looking
back from space see your birthplace earth. The old wilderness
dwindle as the human race reaches for eternity, survival and
immortality in the next billion years.
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- Man, God made manifest,
goes in search of himself. The great outpour of all nations which
crush the Buffalo Grass and reach the end of one frontier, now
finds greater challenges in the star wilderness above.
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The Script
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"Voyage to America"
- These are Americans, more
than a hundred-ninety million of them. A people whose story is
one of movement and change. A record of migration that is unique
in history.
The Pilgrims came to Massachusetts
to practice freedom of worship. Others from England, from the
Netherlands, from France and from Spain, founded settlements
of their own, hoping to find in the New World opportunities which
the Old World had denied them.
The journey was hard. One
out of three died on the way. Of those who survived, more than
half entered their new country under some form of servitude.
Up to seven years of forced labor in exchange for their ocean
passage. There were others whose servitude had no end.
Year after year they came.
The slave and the free. Educated and ignorant. Radical and conservative.
Some with money and some from debtors prisons. All rich with
memories. All eager to build anew.
Political independence
was the first step. They still had to cross the wide continent
to people the empty land and make it their own.
In Europe, as the people
grew desperate under the pressures of social and industrial revolution,
there seemed to be only one refuge: the New World. Within a hundred
years more than forty million human beings crossed the seas to
America. They came in waves. First the Irish; four and a quarter
million in all. They built our first chain of canals. Railroads.
The cities of the Middle West. Between 1830 and 1840, the population
of Illinois trebled and Chicago multiplied eight times as westward
moving Americans joined the new wave of immigrants from the Old
World.
From Western Europe came
the English, Scottish and Welsh. Scandinavians. Germans. Austrians
and Swiss. Fifteen million of them. Bringing with them their
skills, their education and their ways of life. They helped to
create something never seen before: an open society so fluent
and so dynamic that those who arrived entered at a status equal
to those who were already there.
In the thirty years following
the Civil War, over a hundred-thousand miles of railroad track
were laid, mostly by immigrants. Now the land was open from coast
to coast, ready to receive the millions already on their way.
Men and women of many races and creeds. Protestant, Catholics
and Jews.
From Southern Europe came
the Italians: six million. From Central and Eastern Europe: the
Poles, Rumanians, Lithuanians, Hungarians, Slovaks, Bohemians:
eight million. From the Balkans and the Middle East three million
more; Greeks, Macedonians, Croatians, Albanians, Armenians and
Syrians came to work in this new land to which a twelve dollar
steerage ticket gave them entry.
As workers and consumers
they flowed over the continent and each new pair of hands increased
our abundance.
By the beginning of the
Twentieth Century, immigrants were entering the country at the
rate of a million a year. Of these latecomers, many lacked the
means to make their way beyond the ports of arrival. Crowded
in the cities of the coast, stranded between the past and the
future. Bewildered. Exploited. They find it difficult to accept
the shifting forms they were expected to follow.
Yet for them too, in time,
the promises of America were fulfilled. They watched with wonder
as their children grew with the country. Moving forward into
free and open society they themselves had helped to create. In
times of crisis our doors are still open.Victims of tyranny and
oppression the world over find refuge among us.
We are today the most powerful
nation on Earth. Yet the challenges we face are more urgent than
any we have met in the past. Power alone will not solve them.
Power cannot tell us what to value; where to place our trust.
Power to share. There is no better place for Americans to find
their answers than in the heritage of our own unsettled and adventurous
past.
It is for us today to extend
the achievements of the immigrants whose descendants we are.
To continue their long struggle for dignity and freedom in a
world they could only dream of.
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