Actorviews (1923)

Record Details:

Title:
Actorviews
Date:
1923
Publisher:
Chicago : Covici-McGee, Co.
Volume:
Actorviews
Leaf #:
000296
Language:
English
Collection:
Books and Early Cinema
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
November 02, 2023
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278 Actorviews “How does it come,” I said, “that two human intelligences got into one ‘Follies’ chorus?” “We laughed ourselves in,” said Brownie. “And sometimes,” said Bunny, “we think the joke was on us.” “Franklin two-one-two-oh,” I said a few days later. “Give me eight-ten,” I said. “We aren’t supposed to ring that room till three,” said the voice at the Sherman, “and it’s only a quarter of.” “I am speaking for Mr. Ziegfeld,” I lied. “Oh!” “Hello,” said a sleepy voice. “Good morning. I’m the man that said he’d write your interview. Is that you, Bunny?” “No; Brownie — does it make any difference?” “Not a bit. Where’ll I meet you girls?” “You pick some nice clean alley.” “How about breakfast?” “I’m dieting.” “Make it the Drake, then,” I magnificently said — “in thirty minutes.” “Make it forty,” said Brownie. “We were dancing again last night. It’ll take me ten minutes to bring Bunny back to life.” And forty-five minutes later — which I thought pretty good time — the girls were there, and crisp as pinks. No blondes, Brownie and Bunny, but a brace of lovely brownheads ; bobbed, of course ; and their loveliness was so perfectly darkly dressed that I couldn’t tell you what they wore under their squirrel and beaver coats if my life depended on it. Brown-eyed, both, and