Talking Screen (Sep-Oct 1930)

Record Details:

Title:
Talking Screen
Date:
Sep-Oct 1930
Publisher:
[New York, Dell publishing company, inc.]
Volume:
Talking screen
Leaf #:
000127
Language:
English
Subjects:
motion pictures, Motion pictures -- Periodicals
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Moving Image Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
December 21, 2023
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