The House That Shadows Built (1928)

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II4 THE HOUSE THAT SHADOWS BUILT pictures, though still very crude, were improving. The public was becoming “educated” to the screen. The newspapers had begun to notice the “moving-picture craze.” In steadily increasing returns the business felt the run of the tide. Boston and Newark passed decisively and permanently into black figures. The Comedy Theatre was turning custom away. A year after he sold the Pittsburgh house came the day when Adolph Zukor arrayed himself in his nattiest garments, strolled casually into Billy Brady’s office, and, with pardonable pride veiled by a nonchalant manner, laid on the desk a dividend check. All its debts paid, the old Hale’s Tours Company was returning a profit of ten per cent ! Meantime, a new human factor had come into the business. In 1903, Herman Kaufmann, Mrs. Zukor’s father — that merry and loyal soul who went pioneering with Morris Kohn in South Dakota — died suddenly in Chicago. Morris Kohn, let me recall to the reader, is Mrs. Kaufmann’s brother; and Adolph Zukor is her son-in-law. Both have almost a mania for taking care of their relatives. In 1904, the year when they opened the Penny Arcade, they brought on the widow from Chicago, established her, with Frances the baby and A1 Kaufmann her seventeen-year-old son, in a Harlem flat. A1 Kaufmann, born in that North Dakota sod house, seemed to have absorbed the free and sociable spirit of the old West. When the family moved back to Chi