The House That Shadows Built (1928)

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248 THE HOUSE THAT SHADOWS BUILT keep Zukor informed as to the status of negotiations. Now, the soft blue eyes with steel behind them faced across a desk the hazel eyes with unplumbed depths. I’m going to give you half of the profits of your films and a voice in selecting them,” said Zukor. “And a guarantee of ten thousand dollars a week. And, Mary, that’s my limit. Others may offer you more. But it’s as much as I can afford.” Mary Pickford did not stop to haggle. When the Chief spoke in that tone, she knew by experience he meant finality. A little discussion of details, and she was signing the contract. Why she did this, in view of a better offer, puzzled the motion-picture business at the time. There is no mystery about it. “ I like to work with him,” said Mary Pickford to a confidant. “We have the same ideas. We’ve been down in the world and up in the world together, and I’m sure of him. And ten thousand a week is enough. Lord knows! Besides, he’s established. I don’t have to worry about getting my money.” Even yet, Mary Pickford did not realize fully what had happened to her. By instinct, she was still child of the road, worrying lest the ghost fail to walk on Saturday night ! While war gathered and burst upon us, while our volunteers swarmed to arms, while our ships rushed full speed ahead into the North Sea blockade, the motion picture continued on its mad, triumphant course.