Vintage Movie Resources

My debut in motion pictures was the result of my seeking a way out of a dilemma.

I have just completed my seventeenth film production. Allowing three “takes” to each scene, this would make approximately 225,000 feet of celluloid, or nearly forty-five miles, in the two years in which I have been in the photoplay.

When Louise Huff skips into a picture she brings with her a pair of violet eyes, a mass of soft blonde curls and a delicate oval of a face

Carol Holloway adds something more than beauty to Lubin films

Monsieur Duard has scored many successes in his varied screen career, but looks upon his work in recent Kleine releases as his best

I have been asked by The Photo-Play Journal to write a short story on “How I Became a Photoplayer,” and accordingly will endeavor to present facts which, however, I am afraid will disclose nothing particularly startling.

I have been told that my entrance and success in motion pictures were somewhat unusual, for the reason that I had no previous dramatic experience.

In my early days I was literally hampered by dramatic instinct, human sympathy and emotional feeling. At first I overacted, rather, over-felt.

There are two memories that come strongest to mind when I think back on the day that Richard C. Travers “told me things,” out on the bench on the Essanay grass-plot.

Helen Holmes — intrepid Queen of the Rail — cites some curious superstitions of railroad men

“I refuse to work after six o’clock or on Sundays. I want some time to myself!”