Institute, Chicago, that it may not seem to the merely University type of
mind a work of lost abstractions. One of the most gratifying recognitions
I ever received was the invitation to talk on the films in Fullerton
Hall, Chicago Art Institute. Then there came invitations to speak at
Chicago University, and before the Fortnightly Club, Chicago, all around
1916-17. One difficulty was getting the film to _prove_ my case from out
the commercial whirl. I talked at these three and other places, but
hardly knew how to go about crossing the commercial bridge. At last, with
the cooperation of Director Eggers, we staged, in the sacred precincts of
Fullerton Hall, Mae Marsh in The Wild Girl of the Sierras. The film was
in battered condition, and was turned so fast I could not talk with it
satisfactorily and fulfil the well-known principles of chapter fourteen.
But at least I had converted one Art Institute Director to the idea that
an ex-student of the Institute could not only write a book about
painting-in-motion, but the painting could be shown in an Art Museum as
promise of greater things in this world. It took a deal of will and
breaking of precedent, on the part of all concerned, to show this film,
The Wild Girl of the Sierras, and I retired from the field a long time.
But now this same Eggers is starting, in Denver, an Art Museum from its
very foundations, but on the same constructive scale. So this enterprise,
in my fond and fatuous fancy, is associated with the sweet Mae Marsh as
The Wild Girl of the Sierras--one of the loveliest bits of poetry ever
put into screen or fable.

For about one year, off and on, I had the honor to be the photoplay
critic of The New Republic, this invitation also based on the first
edition of this book. Looking back upon that experience I am delighted to
affirm that not only The New Republic constituency but the world of the
college and the university where I moved at that time, while at loss for
a policy, were not only willing but eager to take the films with