Actorviews (1923)

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Bert Williams’ Last Interview OME night my old friend Bert Williams, the very fine comedian, is going to give me a shock. Some night when I ease into his dressing room for a reflective pipe he will be cheerful and he will be talkative — and I will curl up in I’ve known him more years than some comedians or critics are old; and he is still the mournfulest of all the men I know. He is even more mournful than Ring Lardner, who used to inhabit a corner of Bert Williams’ dressing room and match long gloomy silences with him. I missed Ring Lardner when I went back stage at the Studebaker to see Bert Williams. Mr. Chappy said he missed Ring Lardner, too, said it was never so quiet and restful in the dressing room as when Mr. Lardner and Cap (as he calls his employer) got to saying nothing to each other for twenty minutes at a stretch. Mr. Chappy has been Bert Williams’ valet for twenty-two years, and ought to be a good judge of muted gloom. “I don’t know which of those gentlemen,” said Mr. Chappy, while Bert Williams was working his first shift in “Broadway Brevities,” “is the silenter, and I ain’t saying you couldn’t get a person out of a deef and dumb asylum that would beat either one of ’em. But I’ll contend with my last dollar that they ain’t a dumb man in the world could beat ’em both.” a swoon.