Last week the whole cinema industry seethed with the kind of undercover excitement that theatregoers never see on the screen. Producers and exhibitors called in their lawyers, talked of stopping license fees to sound-recording equipment makers until the situation was clarified. Sound technicians wondered if they would have to dust off obsolete recording methods for emergency service. Reason was that bald, long-nosed William Fox, armed with a U. S. Supreme Court patent decision, was out of the well-lined hole into which he was cudgeled four years ago. This half-forgotten ex-newsboy and...
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