Actorviews (1923)

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Fanny and I and the Baby HERE had been trouble in “The Follies.” Miss Ray Dooley, impersonating an infant in arms, had carried realism too far, some of the pundits and Puritans said. My colleague Mr. Hammond, although himself a parent, had frowned on that lifelike scene wherein a male comedian suddenly withdraws his supporting knee from an unrestrained babe of imperfect lap-manners ; and last week Mr. Ziegfeld had come rushing from New York to reassure himself that more nature than art had not leaked into his show. “I shall not mention the sad affair to Fanny Brice,” I said to myself on the way up to her rooms ; nor did I even when I discovered that Miss Brice has an infant of her own. It met me when I entered ; it made straight for me. It made a gurgling sound. “She’s trying to treat you to a drink,” the child’s mother explained. Hospitable just like mommuh, is Fanny Brice’s sixteen-months-old daughter, Frances. Big for her months and a mighty crawler on Hotel Sherman’s carpet, the baby had made across the floor for me with her bottle. Now she deposited it on my lap, emitting an intoxicated “Blib-blib!” So from the warm bottle I drank with and to Fanny’s first-born.