Actorviews (1923)

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Brownie and Bunny of “The Follies” T is not for me to say that Brownie Curtis and Bunny Butler are the beautifullest show girls in all the “Ziegfeld Follies.” In the first place, I don’t want to be mobbed by forty-eight other “Follies” girls who may be of fortyeight other opinions. In the second place, Brownie and Bunny aren’t. They are beauties — of course ! But limited trains do not stop for them without signal, nor does the traffic policeman, when they pass by, cross his mittened fingers and try to think of the loved ones at home. Bank cashiers have not — yet — betrayed their trust for the sake of Bunny and Brownie, and as these words wind to press, Brownie and Bunny haven’t got a single silk-lined limousine to their backs. Not homely girls, you will have the wit to know: there are no homely girls in Mr. Ziegfeld’s company — I mean chorus. But Brownie and Bunny are sort of homelike girls. They are, for their station in the drama, strangely grammatical and they never use the knife when the fork will do as well. They might be somebody’s daughters. In fact, they are. But that is not our story. I first met them at a party, where they were the joy and solace of the declining night; their laughter flowed like wine, and was as plentiful. I heard them say, “We’re just a couple of ‘Follies’ girls!”