Star maker : the story of D. W. Griffith (1959)

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CHAPTER 2 HE DIRECTS HIS FIRST PICTURE Why he'd been an actor ten years! He was now thirty-two years old and hadn't accomplished much, he told himself. But he would! His years on the stage had taught him the fundamentals of playwriting; soon he'd sell a play. Then the two of them could give up the miserable business of acting. Meantime, he and Linda tramped Broadway, but those grim vault doors remained closed. It was the old, old story: America was filled with touring stock companies with people not good enough to play on Broadway. There was no opening. But it wasn't completely bad, David told himself. Other actors couldn't get jobs, either; and they didn't know how to write plays. His sword had a double edge. Someday he would slash Broadway from end to end. And then came a monstrous stroke of good fortune. James K. Hackett accepted A Fool and a Girl— not only that, but agreed to pay an advance of seven hundred dollars. "We can give up acting," he cried. "We'd better hold on," said prudent Linda. "We haven't landed jobs yet." "We don't need jobs," said the enraptured man. "Yes, we do. Only a few can succeed at playwriting; the stage has many jobs for actors." So happy, so filled with promise were they that the two of 19