The House That Shadows Built (1928)

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272 THE HOUSE THAT SHADOWS BUILT immigrant annals which are to our democracy a modest triumph and to Europe a fairy tale. In 1906 Sam Katz, being then fourteen years old, began to work his way through a Chicago high school. When Sam was less than a year old, his father had fled from oppression in a Russian ghetto, reached Chicago, and, taking the first job that offered, became a barber. In the course of years he acquired a shop of his own. “Like any Russian Jew, he had two ambitions for his son,” says Sam Katz, “a general education and an accomplishment.” Sam showed a talent for music; so when he was eight years old, his father bought him his first piano lessons at twenty-five cents an hour. However, he had no real musical ambition. As he plotted his life, he intended to work his way through high school. Northwestern University, and law school, and set up as an attorney. 1 One Saturday night in 1906 — the very year when Adolph Zukor seriously entered exhibition — Sam Katz went to a moving-picture show on the South Side. Carl Laemmle owned the house as a modest member of his little string; and a patent-medicine performer with a bifurcated beard managed it. Falling into conversation with the doorkeeper, Sam learned that they needed a pianist. The manager, approached, gave him a tryout. He passed triumphantly. When at Sunday morning breakfast Sam broke the news to his parents, Katz Senior said, “Why don’t you