Harry Carey (January 16, 1878 – September 21, 1947) was an American actor and one of silent film's earliest superstars. He was the father of Harry Carey Jr., who was also a prominent actor.
Carey was born Henry DeWitt Carey II in the Bronx, New York, a son of Henry DeWitt Carey, a prominent lawyer and judge of the New York Supreme Court, and his wife Ella J. (Ludlum). He grew up on City Island, Bronx.
Carey was a cowboy, railway superintendent, author, lawyer and playwright. He attended Hamilton Military Academy, then studied law at New York University. When a boating accident led to pneumonia, he wrote a play while recuperating and toured the country performing in it for three years. His play was very successful, but Carey lost it all when his next play was a failure. In 1911, his friend Henry B. Walthall introduced him to director D.W. Griffith, with whom Carey would make many films.
Carey is best remembered as one of the first stars of the Western film genre. One of his most popular roles was as the good-hearted outlaw Cheyenne Harry. The Cheyenne Harry franchise spanned two decades, from A Knight of the Range (1916) to Aces Wild (1936). Carey starred in director John Ford's first feature film, Straight Shooting (1918).
Actors: Cal Bartlett (actor), Tom Beckett (actor), Alan Berman (actor), Robert Alan Beuth (actor), Francis X. Bushman (actor), Stephen Caffrey (actor), Dana Champion (actor), Stuart Charno (actor), James Clark (actor), John Copeman (actor), Bill Cusack (actor), Peter Dennis (actor), Sam Dolan (actor), Tee Mark Elliot (actor), Luigi Amodeo (actor),
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