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

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 #:
000143
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:
March 28, 2024
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