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"Pippa Passes" Filmed 131
brawlers cease their carouse and so on, with the pictures alternately showing Pippa on her way, and then the effect of her "passing" on the various groups in the Browning poem. The contrast between the tired business man at a roof garden and the sweatshop worker applauding Pippa is certainly striking. That this demand for the classics is genuine is indicated by the fact that the adventurous producers who inaugurated these expensive departures from cheap melodrama are being overwhelmed by offers from renting agents. Not only the nickelodeons of 'Hew York but those of many less pretentious cities and towns are demanding Browning and the other "high-brow" effects.
There certainly was a decided change in the general attitude toward us after this wonderful publicity. Directly we had 'phone calls from friends saying they would like to go to the movies with us; and they would just love to come down to the studio and watch a picture being made. Even our one erudite friend, a Greek scholar, inquired where he could see "Pippa Passes.,, As the picture was shown for only one night, we thought it might be rather nice to invite the dead-language person and his wife to the studio. They came and found it intensely interesting: met Mary Pickford and thought her "sweet."
Besides the Greek professor, another friend, one of the big men of the Old Guard — an old newspaper man, and president and editor of Leslie's Weekly and Judge at this time — began making inquiries.
The night the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in New York City opened, David thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to splurge a bit and invite Mr. Sleicher to dinner, he being the editor who had paid him six dollars for his poem, "The Wild Duck." He'd surely think we had come a long pace ahead in the movies, dining at the Ritz, and doing it so casuallike.