The year 1928 was a decisive one in the career of Frank Capra. After the failure of For the Love of Mike (1927) – a comedy, missing today, interpreted by a very young and still unknown Claudette Colbert, straight after the end of the association with Harry Langdon – the young filmmaker was directed by his friend Max Sennett to Columbia, which was seeking new talents. As is known, Frank Capra was to work for Harry Cohn’s studio until 1939, producing his most famous films and making a noteworhty contribution to the fortunes of the small production company.

“Working nonstop, six weeks for each title (two to write the screenplay, two for the filming, and two for the editing), I made two more: So This Is Love, a comedy with Buster Collier Jr., Johnnie Walker and Shirley Mason, and The Matinee Idol, a theater curtain comedy with Johnnie Walker and Bessie Love. In these works I tried to add another ingredient of sure success to the comic element: a bit of a love story. It seemed to work”.

“Harry Cohn was the archetype of a breed of moviemakers I had not met before: tough, brassy, untutored buccaneers, second-generation opportunists attracted to a proven bonanza. Spawned in the confining poverty of Jewish ghettos on the East Coast, they broke out like young lions and headed west – to defy the odds and the gods in the carnivorous game of moviemaking. They were not actors, writers, directors, or technicians. They were indigent, hot-eyed entrepreneurs, gamblers who played longshots. Many had been exposed to the film fever while working as ushers, ticket takers, messengers delivering cans of film. Some were grub-staked by relatives already in the film business – as exhibitors or producers. But most came to Hollywood with little more than guts and gall, knowing they had as good a chance as the next guy to beg, borrow, or steal enough cash to “shoot the dice” and make some cheap, sensational pictures for the thousands of third-rate movie houses.

Harry Cohn, an ex-streetcar conductor and former song plugger for Tin Pan Alley – who snarled out of the side of his mouth with the best of them – was hit by film fever. With his wife’s money, and his older brother Jack and Joe Brandt as partners, Harry Cohn put together a small film company: C.B.C. (Cohn, Brandt, Cohn) Productions – with its un-unique trademark of a Lady holding up a freedom torch. Arriving in Hollywood, Harry stuck his camel’s head under the tattered flaps of a studio on Gower Street. Soon the camel was in, all others out. Unfurling a new sign, Columbia Pictures Studio, he pushed off into the foggy seas of “quickie” production. When I arrived at Columbia Studio, the Lady’s torch was still above the waves – the rest of her was anxiously treading water.

The title of the box-lunch picture was That certain thing; a quickie feature film, budgeted at less than twenty thousand dollars, as I remember. Mack Sennett spent twice that for a two-reeler”.

(Frank Capra, The Name Above The Title. An Autobiography, New York, Macmillian, 1971)