Two years ago I met Sargent at luncheon in Boston.
The talk turned on "The Thief of Baghdad," which Mr. Douglas Fairbanks had just produced. Sargent had been to Hollywood and knew every mechanical detail of the production : how the tower had been made, how the flying carpet worked, and how Pegasus (an old circus horse) lolopped away in those very real white clouds. Of the lissom Miss Anna May Wrong he was, of course, an admirer, for her graceful carriage could not fail to appal to him ; but what amazed me in his talk was that he knew all about the other performers also. Here was the greatest artist of the age telling us of the details of a super film with the enthusiasm of a movie magnate and twice the eloquence 1 Truly Sargent was a great man, great in his modesty, his catholicity and his almost superhuman ene gy.
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