Came the dawn : memories of a film pioneer (1951)

Record Details:

Title:
Came the dawn : memories of a film pioneer
Date:
1951
Publisher:
London : Phoenix House Limited
Volume:
Came the dawn : memories of a film pioneer
Leaf #:
000193
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
April 25, 2024
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