The House That Shadows Built (1928)

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ENTER SARAH BERNHARDT 157 young reader that Bernhardt occupied in the international theatre a position such as no actor has ever held before or since. She was more than queen of the stage; she was its empress, almost its goddess. France had loaded on her all the honours of the Republic. When she made her farewell tour of America, the Players, oldest and most traditional of actors’ clubs, broke its rule against admitting women except on Ladies’ Day, and gave her a reception. Bernhardt was above all rules. Now let the minor luminaries scorn the motion picture! Before two days, the news had saturated the motionpicture business; by the week-end it had reached the provincial, nervous, gossiping circle of Broadway. Zukor, said Fourteenth Street, had bought that highbrow Bernhardt film for thirty-five thousand dollars — which rumour presently exaggerated to fifty thousand. He’d been talking a little crazily of late. Fie must have gone clean over the line! Broadway joined in the laugh. It was the first time that most of the gossips, passing the joke through the theatrical clubs and the white-light bars, had ever heard the name of Adolph Zukor. Busy days now; too busy to dwell on the desperate chances he was taking! For Adolph Zukor was not putting forth Queen Elizabeth as a mere experiment. He had passed that stage. When years later someone asked him the old, bromidic question, “To what do you attribute your success ?” he answered : “ I merely rode a tide.” The motion picture was ready to break through