Kendalls' Movie King Theatre
5 cents
10 a.m. & 2 p.m. Saturday

"Long before 10 o'clock on Saturday morning, forty or more kids with tickets converged on the home of Dr. and Mrs. Kendall, a white frame house with a steep driveway. The driveway was parallel to a deeply shaded, jungle-like gulch known as Kendall's Canyon. On the other side of the house the lawn sloped down to the top of a wall that kept the Kendalls' yard and garden from washing downhill. A stone path led past the Keith's rock garden to the Helmholz'S tennis court on Eighth Avenue. On those Saturday mornings, bicycles jammed the driveway and lay all over the Kendalls' yard. At five minutes till ten Mrs. Becky Kendall un-locked the kitchen door. Children of all sizes, all chattering, burst in the kitchen and headed for the back stairs. They were stopped at the foot of the stairs, and their tickets were collected by Jack Pemberton, one of Hugh's assistants.

"Mrs. Kendall was always awed by this weekly muster generated by son, Hugh. She stood her ground before the refrigerator and the cookie jar as we thronged up to the loft on the third floor. To the lively strains of "Anchors Away" on the phonograph, we squeezed onto the orange crate/wooden plank bleachers of the Movie King Theatre.

"At a signal from Hugh, David Stark, the "curtain man," pulled the sheets from in front of the screen. The record was changed, and the soothing music of Jesse Crawford's concert organ came on. It was authentic, Hugh said, like the prelude at the Chateau Theatre downtown." - from Chapter 6, Kendall's Movies