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

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120 Star Maker one section of the yard, opened and half-a-dozen real prisoners started to march by. One of the prisoners passed near Robert Harron. Lowering his voice, the prisoner said, "Buddy, if you drop that cigarette no one will hold it against you." Robert Harron dropped the cigarette and, later, the prisoner came back and retrieved it. Miss Margery Wilson played the part of "Brown Eyes," who was the daughter of a Huguenot, in Intolerance. "I was," she says, "cruelly murdered." She later became famous as the originator of "the charm school." From her memory book: One evening at a party at Mae Marsh's house, we placed Mr. D. W. in an easy chair. We would give him a line of poetry, or even a single phrase. In nearly every case he would not only identify the poem but repeat the poem as a whole. His memory was phenomenal. Once he gave a dinner party. In the center of the table, as a piece de resistance, was a suckling pig on a platter with an apple in its mouth. D. W. was carving and at the same time dissertating on Plato. The apple, jarred by the carving, fell out of the pig's mouth. D. W. picked up the apple, inserted it where it should be, and calmly continued to expound Plato. He had been so absorbed in what he was saying that he had not realized that he had restored the apple to its place. When I was borrowed by the Thomas H. Ince studio to play opposite William S. Hart, Mr. D. W. sent me in his own limousine. As I was getting into his car, he said, "It would never do for a Griffith leading lady to arrive at another studio on foot." Rehearsals were always a trying time, for in them the mood of the play must be established. That night Griffith sat alone in his room in the Hotel Alexandria, in Los Angeles, doing what he did every night after the day's end— reading. There came to him with a fresh impact the plight of the little mother in her fight against intolerance and social customs. "Why, it must have been that way since man came upon the earth!" he