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

Page scan 00047 from Star maker : the story of D. W. Griffith

Record Details:

Title:
Star maker : the story of D. W. Griffith
Date:
1959
Publisher:
New York : Duell, Sloan and Pearce
Volume:
Star maker : the story of D. W. Griffith
Leaf #:
00047
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:
August 29, 2024
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He Directs His First Picture 29 Mr. McCutcheon filed a blue slip. "What is it you have in mind?" "Mr. McCutcheon," said the earnest man, "I've written a story called Old Isaacs, the Pawnbroker" Mr. McCutcheon took the news calmly. "Do you want me to tell it to you?" Mr. McCutcheon filed another blue slip. "No." "Do you want me to leave it?" Mr. McCutcheon pondered this. "Yes," he said finally. "Yes, leave it," he said, and it was as if he had added " leave' is the key word." "Come back tomorrow and I'll let you know." David Griffith walked back through the jumbled, mixed-up, crazy studio. The ragged old woman was eating out of a shoe box and licking her fingers. When he got back to the grubby little apartment, Linda had a board on the table and was ironing. He told her the exciting news. She was delighted. "Maybe I can get a job acting." "You wouldn't want to act in what Fourteenth Street calls 'the fil-lums,' would you? If managers found it out you'd be on the banned list. Don't do it, Linda." "I think it'd be fun." "It wouldn't be my idea of contagious amusement," he said in the lofty manner he sometimes adopted. As they had dinner, the two talked of the new world opening before them. If Mr. McCutcheon liked the story, he would write others, David said. Linda spoke again of going to the studio, and again he urged her not to do so. When David returned, Mr. McCutcheon was again in his cramped office. Taking up the manuscript, he scrutinized it,