The theater, the cinema and ourselves (1947)

Record Details:

Title:
The theater, the cinema and ourselves
Date:
1947
Publisher:
London : Clarence House Press
Volume:
The theater, the cinema and ourselves
Leaf #:
00051
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
March 28, 2024
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