Actorviews (1923)

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“Hitchy” E DROVE sixty-five miles with Mr. Hitchcock at the wheel. It didn’t seem that long. He talked most of the way, but it didn’t seem that long. There were times when I thought it was going to be much shorter. There were times when North Shore policemen challenged Mr. Hitchcock’s interpretation of a lawful speed; there were times when danger posts, curbstones, light poles and other habitually stationary objects forsook their sites and dodged menacingly in front of Mr. Hitchcock’s front wheels. Raymond Hitchcock is a great musicomedian, a magnificent manager — so magnificent that he is $80,000 to the bad and can’t make a cent out of a “Hitchy-Koo” that is nightly straining the capacity of the Colonial Theater — and indubitably he is the best long-distance talker that ever tooled a touring car. But he is the world’s worst driver. And I think he knows it. We had just dodged the jigging Edgewater Beach Hotel and were skidding from under the prow of Northwestern University, which had floated into Mr. Hitchcock’s right of way, when he slowed up to sixty miles to permit the safe crossing of a beautiful flaxen woman wearing a beautiful black crepe hat. The tail of his artistic eye lingered on her hat.