When the movies were young (1925)

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12 When the Movies were Young should try my luck with this aggregation. So I trotted merrily down, wandered through dark alleyways, terribly thrilled, for Henry Irving had come this same way and I was walking where once he had walked. I was to appear as a boy servant in "Fedora." I remember only one scene. It was in a sort of court room with a civil officer sitting high and mighty and calm and unperturbed on a high stool behind a high desk. I entered the room and timidly approached the desk. A deep stern voice that seemed to rise from some dark depths shouted at me, "At what hour did your master leave Bin Bla?" I shivered and shook and finally stammered out the answer, and was mighty glad when the scene was over. Heavens! Who was this person, anyhow? His name, I soon learned, was Griffith — Lawrence Griffith — I never could abide that "Lawrence" ! Though, as it turned out afterward, our married life might have been dull without that Christian name as a perpetual resource for argument. Afterward, to my great joy, Mr. Griffith confided to me that he had taken the name "Lawrence" only for the stage. His real name was "David," "David Wark," but he was going to keep that name dark until he was a big success in the world, and famous. And as yet he didn't know, although he seemed very lackadaisical about it, I thought, whether he'd be great as an actor, stage director, grand opera star, poet, playwright, or novelist. I wasn't the only one who thought he might have become a great singer. Once a New York critic reviewing a premiere of one of David Griffith's motion pictures, said: "The most interesting feature of Mr. Griffith's openings is to hear his wonderful voice."