When the movies were young (1925)

Record Details:

Title:
When the movies were young
Date:
1925
Publisher:
New York : E. P. Dutton & Company
Volume:
When the movies were young
Leaf #:
000147
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
December 28, 2023
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CHAPTER XVI CUDDEBACKVILLE T WAS not one of the select few who made the first trip A to Cuddebackville, New York. I had been slated for a visit to my husband's folks in Louisville, Kentucky, and while there this alluring adventure was slipped over on me. A new picture was being started out at Greenwich, Connecticut, at Commodore Benedict's, the day I was leaving, and as I was taking a late train, I was invited out on a farewell visit, as it were. The picture was "The Golden Supper," taken from Tennyson's "Lover's Tale." I arrived just in time for the Princess's royal funeral. Down the majestic stairway of the Commodore's palatial home, the cortege took its way, escorting on a flower-bedecked stretcher, in all her pallid beauty, the earthly remains of the dead little princess. Now in the movies, if anywhere, a princess must be beautiful. I knew not who was playing this fair royal child until the actors put the bier down, and the princess sat up, when I was quite dumbfounded to see our own little Dorothy West come to life. Dorothy had done nicely times before as a little child of the ghetto and as frail Italian maids of the peasant class, and now here she was a full-fledged princess. So, in my amazement, I said to my husband, for it was a sincere, impersonal interest in the matter that I felt: "Is Dorothy West playing the Princess? Aren't you taking a chance?" "5