Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)

Record Details:

Title:
Motion Picture Story Magazine
Date:
Feb-Jul 1913
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Publishing Co.
Volume:
The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Feb-Jul 1913)
Leaf #:
000611
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema, 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:
September 21, 2023
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