Actorviews (1923)

Record Details:

Title:
Actorviews
Date:
1923
Publisher:
Chicago : Covici-McGee, Co.
Volume:
Actorviews
Leaf #:
000298
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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280 Actorviews “Lower than Bunny?” “Even lower than Bunny.” “Bunny,” I said, tactlessly, “why are you more extravagantly paid than Brownie?” “Because she wears a mask,” flashed Brownie. “But I don’t get the extra salary for what I cover up in that scene,” flashed back the one who doesn’t diet to the one who does. “Girls, don’t mar one another!” I put in pacificatingly. “Tell me your story — how you came to go ‘Follying’ — I’ll bet it’s as interesting as ‘Robinson Crusoe.’ ” “Crusoe?” picked up Brownie, to whose zig-zag intelligence any word is a cue. “Who’s going to be Friday ?” “Because,” came Bunny, “I want to be Saturday Night” “She’s got a quick memory,” said Brownie. “Quick lunches have made me what I am,” said Bunny, indolently assaulting the truffled omelet. “I told you,” said the incorrigible Brownie, “we ought to get up a gold diggers’ union and cut out the one-armed chairs. A junior gold diggers’ union, with rules and everything.” “What’s a junior gold diggers’ first rule?” I inquired, in the interests of literature. Bunny thought a moment, while we watched her, and then she said: “Never accept books, flowers or candy from a — married man.” “If you can’t get anything better,” said Brownie, “take a bottle of perfume and you’ll never be without a scent.” “And the first thing you do,” said Bunny, “get your jewelry out of hock.”