Actorviews (1923)

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6 Actorviews he remembered the time George Ade wrote of a man coming down the street in John Drew scenery. “Maugham’s a funny card,” he went on, speaking with admiration of his and Mrs. Leslie Carter’s present author. “He has an impediment in his speech; and he had a country place near mine during the war. One day he told me that his government had instructed him to go to Russia on some diplomatic business, some business that would require a lot of talking. And as he stammered this I thought: ‘You’ll be good — even in French — in Russia !’ Brilliant fellow, Maugham. I remember him once saying to me — I think it was when I was doing ‘Smith’ — ‘I expect you to soothe and comfort my declining years by playing my pieces.’ ” “When is it you complete your fiftieth year on the stage — this month?” I inquired carelessly. “God, no!” exploded John Drew. “I’m not now completing, I’m only entering, my fiftieth year — I shan’t complete it till some time in March, 1923. It was in 1873 I went on the stage, being then,” he whimsically appended, “a moonish youth of nineteen.” “Have a cigar?” he was saying. “Is it a genuine John Drew?” “I’m afraid it’s only a Corona,” he said, and I accepted. “Did you ever smoke your namesake?” “I shouldn’t go that far! But I was once presented with twTo boxes, with my picture inside the lid, wearing a jig-saw mustache. I gave one to my servant, and he promptly gave me notice. And in Cleveland I was waited on, in the rotunda of the hotel, by a deputation of cigar makers, viio informed me that the brand bearing my name wras not union made, and