The House That Shadows Built (1928)

Record Details:

Title:
The House That Shadows Built
Date:
1928
Publisher:
New York: Doubleday
Volume:
The House That Shadows Built
Leaf #:
000155
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
November 16, 2023
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THE TRUST GOES TO SEED 137 “ How old are you ?” he asked suspiciously. “Fifteen,” replied Mary. (“I was only fourteen, ” she says now, “but I saw what was coming, so I lied just a little.”) “Then I can’t let you in,” said A1 Kaufmann. “Children under sixteen not admitted unless accompanied by parents or guardians.” “ But Fm from the Biograph Company. Fm the star in the picture you’re showing to-night. Look at it — if you have eyes!” said Mary, her Irish starting up. A1 Kaufmann surveyed her. “Sure you are!” he said, “The Biograph girl with the curls. But just the same, I can’t let you in. The police are getting awful strict. Suppose you go home and get your mother?” “Here Fm missing dinner to see my show,” said Mary, “and we’re called up again for eight. Do you think I’ve time to walk up to Twenty-first Street and get my mother and walk ’way back again ?” “Then there’s nothing doing!” “Where’s the owner of the theatre?” “ It’s no use calling for him. He’d tell you the same. We aren’t taking any risks with those reformers.” Now Mary’s Irish spilled over. “I want you to understand one thing,” she said over her shoulder, “Fm never coming to this house again. Never, never, never!” She kept her word. When during her term of service in the Biograph she found time and inclination to see