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The public is never wrong (1953)

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The Public Is Never Wrong Government intended to take the tariff off gloves, or put a tariff on, whichever it was that would hurt him. The three were well acquainted because Sam had married Jesse's sister, Blanche, who had played in the Lasky family band and now designed costumes for a vaudeville producing company Jesse had. Cecil wrote one-act musicals for the company. As soon as Sam heard about the movie scheme, he said, "I'm in." That dinner meeting was to have quite an effect on motion picture history, as any moviegoer knows. All three became associates of mine. Not long after my little verbal excursion into the past, word reached me that the industry was planning to celebrate my eightieth birthday and my fiftieth anniversary in motion pictures. There was to be a banquet in Hollywood, another in New York, others in cities in the United States and abroad. This, I reasoned, happens to a man because he has outlived nearly all of his early associates. Yet when the messages from old friends poured in, and especially after the warm spirit of the banquets, I had to confess that I was moved. And naturally all this carried me back far and deep into the past. I concluded then that perhaps my memoirs would be of some general interest and of value to historians. They should be, I decided, mainly recollections of the industry. Yet it may be that I will ask forbearance for a degree of sentimentality. After all, I arrived from Hungary an orphan boy of sixteen with a few dollars sewn