Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1915-Jan 1916)

Page scan 000303 from Motion Picture Magazine

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Magazine
Date:
Aug 1915-Jan 1916
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Publishing Co.
Volume:
Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1915-Jan 1916)
Leaf #:
000303
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System and Fan Magazines
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:
May 30, 2024
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