Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1924-Jan 1925)

Page scan 00035 from Motion Picture Magazine

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Magazine
Date:
Aug 1924-Jan 1925
Publisher:
Brewster Publications, inc.
Volume:
Motion Picture Magazine (Aug 1924-Jan 1925)
Leaf #:
00035
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
Description:
Date Added:
June 20, 2024
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