The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1913-Jan 1914)

Page scan 000615 from The Motion Picture Story Magazine

Record Details:

Title:
The Motion Picture Story Magazine
Date:
Aug 1913-Jan 1914
Publisher:
The Motion Picture Publishing Co.
Volume:
The Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1913-Jan 1914)
Leaf #:
000615
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema 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:
July 04, 2024
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