Actorviews (1923)

Record Details:

Title:
Actorviews
Date:
1923
Publisher:
Chicago : Covici-McGee, Co.
Volume:
Actorviews
Leaf #:
00055
Language:
English
Collection:
Early Cinema and Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
November 02, 2023
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Why God Loves the Irish rE=~p=E==ffiN THE Celtic Grill at the Sherman — byall means the Celtic grill ! — Miss Maire O’Neill sat between me and her fellow Irish Player, Arthur Sinclair, and one thing and another happened for us ^ besides a very good lunch. It was Uarmval Convention at Hotel Sherman and the freaks were all over the place. There was the Giant. He had to bend to get through the doorway. He was a fair young man with a timid face and unbelievable legs — he didn’t seem to believe them himself. The waiter said he was nine feet seven and ate double portions. Miss O’Neill’s gorgeous eyes blinked at the sight. “God Almighty, this is awful! — wonderful! — marvelous!” she cried. “Their legs are always too long,” said Mr. Sinclair, in general dispraise of giants. “He brings back to me the first days of the Abbey Theater,” Miss O’Neill sighed pleasantly. "In those Dublin days we had no orchestra, not even a piano, till William Butler Yeats went out and borrowed one — and a terrible thing it was, all cracked and yellow-keyed. . . . I can see Yeats, wonderful in his flowing but terfly tie, standing in front of the moth-eaten curtains and saying we’ve just got a piano, but none of us can play it, but if anybody in the audience . . . “ ‘I will,’ says a voice ; and a man rises from his seat, foot by foot, yard by yard, as high as this lad