"The Adventures of Kathlyn" by Harold MacGrath follows the titular heroine as she explores and adventures her way through India. Exotic animals, strange professions, and new landscapes are in store for this young woman as she learns about the world and herself. Though not written with great cultural accuracy, this book is still an adventurous romp that has thrilled readers since its first release.

Harold MacGrath was one of America's most popular authors at the turn of the 20th century. Books like Arms and the Woman and The Crown Puppet were best sellers in the first decade of the 1900s, and his books are still widely read today.

Aggressive product placement and retail tie-ins are as much a part of moviemaking today as high-concept scripts and computer-generated special effects, but this phenomenon is hardly recent. Since the silent era, Hollywood studios have proved remarkably adept at advertising both their own products and a bewildering variety of consumer commodities, successfully promoting the idea of consumption itself. Hollywood Goes Shopping brings together leading film studies scholars to explore the complex and sometimes contradictory relationship between American cinema and consumer culture, providing an innovative reading of both film history and the evolution of consumerism in the twentieth century.

Under a canopied platform stood a young girl, modeling in clay. The glare of the Californiasunshine, filtering through the canvas, became mellowed, warm and golden. Above the girl'shead-yellow like the stalk of wheat-there hovered a kind of aureola, as if there had risenabove it a haze of impalpable gold dust.A poet I know might have cried out that here ended his quest of the Golden Girl. Straight shestood at this moment, lovely of face, rounded of form, with an indescribable suggestion of latentphysical power or magnetism. On her temples there were little daubs of clay, caused doubtlessby impatient fingers sweeping back occasional wind blown locks of hair. There was even a daubon the side of her handsome sensitive nose.Her hand, still filled with clay, dropped to her side, and a tableau endured for a minute ortwo, suggesting a remote period, a Persian idyl, mayhap. With a smile on her lips she stared atthe living model. The chatoyant eyes of the leopard stared back, a flicker of restlessness in theirbrilliant yellow deeps. The tip of the tail twitched."You beautiful thing!" she said.She began kneading the clay again, and with deft fingers added bits here and there to thecreature which had grown up under her strong supple fingers."Kathlyn! Oh, Kit!"The sculptress paused, the pucker left her brow, and she turned, her face beaming, for hersister Winnie was the apple of her eye, and she brooded over her as the mother would have donehad the mother lived. For Winnie, dark as Kathlyn was light, was as careless and aimless asthistledown in the wind.A collie leaped upon the platform and began pawing Kathlyn, and shortly after the youngersister followed. Neither of the girls noted the stiffening mustaches of the leopard. The animalrose, and his nostrils palpitated. He hated the dog with a hatred not unmixed with fear. Treacheryis in the marrow of all cats. To breed them in captivity does not matter. Sooner or later they willstrike. Never before had the leopard been so close to his enemy, free of the leash.