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

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n6 Star Maker "It's too bad," said his mother sadly. "Do you drink, David?" "No, Ma." "I'm glad of that, David. Our men were never drinkers. I often think how your father used to read Shakespeare aloud." She paused; a smile lit up her worn face. "I didn't ever let him know, but sometimes I'd go to sleep." Griffith laughed. "I expect I did, too." She peered at him with her dim eyes, now and then blinking. "People send me clippings. I get Mary Bruce to read them to me. They mention the big success your film is. I'm glad of it, David. I'm glad of anything that advances you." "The picture is doing unbelievably well, Ma. If I have luck I'll make a million dollars this year! " "I'm pleased things are turning out well. So many times in life they don't." After a moment she seemed to realize how much money that was. "Will you give some to the church?" "I hadn't thought of that." "I've always managed to give a little to our foreign missionary work. We used to send the Chinese our old clothes, packed in barrels with camphor balls. I used to smile when I thought how the Chinese, when they opened the barrels, must have got a whiff that was pretty strong!" She again paused; something deep and personal was in her mind. "Naturally I'm glad you have made such a big success of your theater work, but sometimes I wish you had chosen to be a Methodist minister." "I think I do some good the way it is, Ma. I try to show what is right with the world and what is wrong, at least as I see it." "I realize you'd want to, David. But things told from a pulpit by a God-fearing man carry a meaning that things in a theater don't have." "I'm writing a play. I'm very hopeful of it."