Actorviews (1923)

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Why God Loves the Irish 41 famous,” Miss O’Neill corrected, “and I wish we were playing it tonight.” “As I do myself,” Mr. Sinclair assented. “ ‘The White-Headed Boy’ is a good show, it is, but it ” “But it is not Literature,” said Miss O’Neill, with a capital L again. “I remember,” expanded Mr. Sinclair, “when we all got arrested — on account of ‘The Playboy’ in Philadelphia. We were in the court of a police magistrate of the name of James Carey — I’ll never forget him! A witness was trying to repeat a line from the play and getting it all wrong, and we Players all laughed, we roared. “‘Silence!’ cried the magistrate. ‘Don’t you know you’re in a court of law ? Stop that noise or I’ll throw the whole of you into the street’ — the whole of us being prisoners at the bar!” “Stink bombs we’ve suffered for that play — and enjoyed it,” sighed Miss O’Neill. “Didn’t two of the company coming to Chicago to play it make their wills before we opened here?” Mr. Sinclair declared with a rising inflection. “Did they have anything to leave, Arthur?” “A fine overcoat one of them had. But we got cheered here, I remember, and the wills were torn up. It was so peaceful we might have been playing ‘The White-Headed Boy’ at the Olympic.” "Small chance for a riot with that play,” Miss O’Neill regretted. “I had hope the other night, when something was flung from the balcony. But it was only a marshmallow. For an instant, though, I thought it was something hard and had a thrill.” “Mr. Rosenstein! Mr. Rosenstein!” cried the page. “Not at this table,” murmured Miss O’Neill. "Peace and prosperity, a rua instead of a reper