Happy Birthday Mary Pickford 
(April 8, 1892 - May 29, 1979)

Mary Pickford is a fairy! She is not of this world. She just happened down here to help rub a little of the soot off of everybody’s viewpoint and whisper to us of a place whereperchance butter and eggs are within reason, where folks never have toothaches, and where they tell legends about divorce courts…There is yet to be found a woman who is jealous of Mary Pickford…We love her curls, we love her sunshine, we love her self-forgetful little ways; and most of all we love Mary Pickford because she loves us…Mary Pickford, sweetheart, is the sweetheart of America…Now and then one hears of some one who does not like Mary Pickford, but that person is like a highbrow and is generally a full-fledged fan’s idea of the type of individual who would steal, plague the cat, and gossip about the dead.

Clara Louise Leslie in the May 1918 issue of “Motion Picture”


“First time I met Mary I was about six or seven, I think, something like that. I was playing on the floor with some trains, and Mary came to call and I saw her come in and she was so tiny, you know, she was under 5 feet. I thought she was a little girl that had come to play with me. So I said: ‘Come on over and play with my trains’, and sat on the floor here. So she was very sweet and did exactly that, came on the floor with me with the choo-choo train on the floor like that. I thought she was a girl that just had come to play, I was so surprised when I found out she was a grown up girl.” - Douglas Fairbanks Jr.