The public is never wrong (1953)

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Record Details:

Title:
The public is never wrong
Date:
1953
Publisher:
New York : G. P. Putman's Sons
Volume:
The public is never wrong
Leaf #:
00045
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
September 26, 2024
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N, OW, if the reader will bear with me for a few moments, I will get myself into the motion picture business and commence my half century's journey through it. I was born in a rural Hungarian village called Ricse, where my father had built a small store with his own hands. The store he operated with the help of my mother, for it was necessary also for him to cultivate nearby fields to gain a living for us. I do not, however, remember my father. One day he lifted a heavy box or barrel and broke a vein or vessel in his body. Home remedies failed and finally a doctor was called. Blood poisoning had set in and he soon died. My mother, who was well educated, being the daughter of a rabbi, was left to fend for my brother Arthur, three years old, and for me, one year old. She was delicate and could not hope to run the store and till the fields. After a little she remarried. Even as a little boy I knew that she had never recovered from the loss of my father. She died when I was eight. My brother and I 29