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 #:
000193
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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EDISON WRITES A LETTER 173 prestige. A word from him might melt all opposition. If that failed, and they had to draw the public into the game, his support would be the ace of trumps. Frohman went over to the laboratory at East Orange, and gained an audience with the Wizard. Into Edison’s best ear he poured the story of an enterprise which was going to lift the moving picture to new heights of art, usefulness, and profit. All they needed was a licence. And Edison’s influence could accomplish it. “Well what, speaking specifically, can I do for you?” asked Edison. “Give me a letter to the Motion-Picture Patents Company, asking them to licence our product,” replied Frohman. Edison pulled up a laboratory scratch-pad, wrote a brief note, handed it to Frohman. As he took it Frohman had to control the trembling of his fingers; and a minute later he was controlling the muscles of his face. It was a coldly formal letter of the kind which a man of affairs writes when he cannot refuse a request and yet does not want to commit himself. As a weapon against the Trust, it was worse than useless. Thinking quickly, Frohman determined to get Edison into a more genial mood before telling him all this. And his mind flew to the past. “I was Horace Greeley’s office boy on the old New York Tribune” he began. “And I used to see you when you were a newspaper telegrapher.”