Close Up (Jul-Dec 1928)

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CLOSE UP o-entleman into a most embarrassino' situation bv tlie sudden and unexpected return of the two prim virgins. I thought it was funnier than anything" I had yet seen at my favorite nickelodeon. But apparently it was not so good as my first effort. Perhaps I suffered under the handicap of not being a plumber or something. At anv rate, I was not only obliged to submit it to four companies before landing it, with Pathe Freres, but, also, I got onlv eight dollars for it. Nothing daimted, however, I continued to dallv with this lowborn pastime, selling funnv stories first to one companv and then another ; egged on perhaps bv a vague prescience that the movies were destined to amount to something and by a sneaking conceit that mv contributions might prove a Nmall help toward that end. As film productions these early contributions of mine were all anonvmous, of course. Nobody in those days, from director down, got any screen credit — if credit is the right word to use — so that I felt perfectly safe in indulging in this then unseemlv btisiness. After having qualified as a split-reel comedy scenarist, I tried my hand at a drama, and had the good fortune to sell it at the top price of fifteen dollars to D. W. Grifiith, then the presiding genius of Biograph. At that time, however, he was known as Lawrence Grifiith. He was an actor bv profession, with a burning ambition to become a dramatist ; and so, forced by temporary financial reverses to direct pictures for a living, he was hiding his identity under an assumed name. He could not afford to jeopardize his legitimate career. I have forgotten the name of my Biograph story. It contained, if I remember correctly, about forty-five scenes; enough for a maximum-length film, about nine hundred or a 19