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n6 Life and Lillian Gish Dorothy fortunately had no part in "The Birth of a Nation"—fortunately, because she was overtaken by an accident when the picture was well under way. Of course, it was just a coincidence that a fortune-teller, only a little while before, had warned her against an automobile acci- dent. Anybody could do that. Nevertheless, he had warned her—and she would walk across the street where automo- biles were passing. On that particular day—it was Thanks- giving—she had been lunching with Griffith and Mae Marsh and Miriam Cooper, and coming out of the restau- rant, held to Griffith's coat, demanding that he buy her something. "Oh, Mr. Griffith, please buy me some candy, Mr. Griffith. Please buy me some chewing gum. Oh, Mr. Griffith—please " They were crossing a street just then, the Boulevard, crowded with cars—the others a little way in advance of Dorothy. She never knew quite what happened, but in the wink of an eye, she was down on the ground on her face; a car that had struck her in a variety of places—was standing with its front wheel between her feet, one of which it had crushed. Dorothy's disaster was not all sorrow. Lillian was with her most of the time. Friends were willing to entertain her steadily. Griffith had a miniature screen installed, with a projection machine, and gave her a private view of so much of "The Birth of a Nation" as was then complete. No damaged young queen had ever been so royally enter- tained. In a reasonably brief space, she was on her feet— limping for a time, but otherwise as well as ever.