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EXIT MARY PICKFORD
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tercourse. On the stage woman first achieved her full freedom; and until the last generation, that sturdy relationship was confined to the stage. From the first, Mary Pickford and Adolph Zukor had one of these working friendships. They are just enough alike to understand, just different enough to admire. Not alone to a golden curl, a pair of soft eyes, and the unfair gift of personality does Mary Pickford owe her astonishing success. Underneath, she has the same hard mind as Adolph Zukor, the same steely persistence, the same all-pervading intelligence, and the same financial shrewdness tempered with generosity. Their temperaments “clicked.”
“I always liked his ideas,” says Mary Pickford.
“She taught me a great deal. I was only an apprentice then; she was an expert workman,” says Adolph Zukor.
On the surface, this understanding expressed itself in a father-and-daughter attitude. A survivor of those symposiums in Daniel Frohman’s study remembers that Mary Pickford came one night in a dress with very short sleeves. It worried Adolph Zukor all the evening. She might catch cold; and besides it wasn’t exactly modest for a girl of her age ! Again one night, a year or so later, Mary Pickford dined with Mr. and Mrs. Zukor at a Broadway hotel. As darkness fell and the white lights of Broadway came out full blaze, Zukor asked her mysteriously to leave the table and follow him. He led her to a window on the mezzanine-floor hall, posed her,