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SHOWMAN
picture-producing, but that doesn't mean I didn't get head over ears into pictures as soon as they began to look like big-time stuff. Ten or twelve years later I was president of the National Association of the Motion Picture Industry and head of the World Film Corporation at $100,000 a year. No, life didn't get dull just because times had changed— not so you could notice it. There were always things to tangle up with, things to remember till the cows come home— like the occasion when I accidentally got Woodrow Wilson his first real public ovation.
This was the way of it. I already knew Wilson more or less well— met him first when he attended one of the famous Amen Corner dinners, of which I was chairman. He was governor of New Jersey then and spent his summers at Sea Girt, N. J., coming up to New York every Monday morning on the Sandy Hook boat. I also was a regular passenger on the boat and often had a comfortable chat with the governor on the way up the harbor.
He wasn't an inconspicuous figure, as public men go, but, even after he received the Democratic nomination for the presidency, the public paid him little attention at first. The faces and careers of both Taft and Roosevelt, his two opponents in the campaign, were far better known. One night at a performance of my production of "Bunty Pulls the Strings" at the Comedy Theater in New York, I looked out through the curtain peep-hole and saw Mr. Wilson and his
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