Actorviews (1923)

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74 Actorviews see the Prince of Wales shimmy. Vivien taught him how to do the Chicago — you know that one.” “I’d taught it to one of his friends” — and Vivien names a nobleman whose title escapes me. “So the Prince asked me, fixing his tie — he’s always fixing his tie, he wears down three collars at every dance — ‘Won’t you teach me to do the Chicago?’ and of course I did. . . . I was awfully sorry he couldn’t go with us for ham and eggs.” “He said he’d used up all his collars,” Vivien laughs. “You see, Lord Delmaney, the polo player, had said, ‘You must all come up to my place and have ham and eggs !’ — at three in the morning. And the King of Spain and several of us went; and everybody but the King cooked or helped — he just supervised. He said to me so drolly : “ ‘Little would your American friends believe that at three o’clock in the morning you are eating ham and eggs with a King. The Americans,’ he laughed, ‘think that royalty is stiff. They don’t know us. We like a good time. We’re human.’ ” “Human? I should say!” says Rosetta. “At four o’clock that morning the King of Spain was out on the street with the rest of us, hunting for a taxi. When he said good-by to the Duke, ‘Manchester, when you come to Madrid you must look me up,’ he said. And then I said, in the hoarse baby voice I use in our act: “ ‘Well, King, when you come to America, just look me up’ — and they loved it.” “He got into the common taxi with us, the King did,” says Vivien. “Yes,” says funny Rosetta, “and little did that driver dream he was driving a couple of Duncan Sisters and a King!”