Modern Screen (Feb-Dec 1958)

Page scan 000745 from Modern Screen

Record Details:

Title:
Modern Screen
Date:
Feb-Dec 1958
Publisher:
Dunellen, N.J. : Syndicate Pub. Co
Volume:
Modern screen
Leaf #:
000745
Language:
English
Subjects:
motion pictures, Motion picture actors and actresses -- United States -- Biography -- Periodicals
Collection:
Fan Magazines and Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Periodicals
Contributor:
Library of Congress, MBRS, Moving Image Section
Sponsor:
Library of Congress, Motion Picture, Broadcasting and Recorded Sound Division
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
July 18, 2024
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