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From under my Hat
you don't realize you're just a pampered nuisance; you take it as only your due."
School lessons bored him, and when it came time for him to go to college he went in the front door at Harvard and straight out the back, and his law career exited with him.
After Wolfie took part in an amateur performance of Conscience in 1878 at the old Lyceum Theatre on Fourteenth Street, Rosalie Hopper resigned herself to the way things were going. In later years she made over her entire fortune to her son, so that he would have no material obstacles in pursuing his career. She would have liked him to follow law, but the main thing was for the boy to have what he wanted.
Having tasted blood in Conscience, Wolfie spent the next summer studying all the young romantic roles he could lay hands on. In August he was signed to the role of Talbot Champneys in a play called Our Boys.
Wolfie was the first to estimate his own professional debut. "I played the role without seriously disturbing the equihbrium of the drama," he would say with his great, rich laughter.
Nevertheless, the next season found him with a part in Our Daughters. His next engagement, One Hundred Wives, marked both his first personal financial backing of a show and his first marriage. She was a second cousin. Both were stage-struck. Each was afraid that some charmer would come along and, in the name of love, kidnap them into marriage, destroying their respective careers.
They hit upon the idea of marrying each other for protection against romance.
BB was right: Wolfie was older than my father, four years older when I married him. Consumed with the passion to be an actress, I had never cared a great deal for men, and not at all for young men, with whom I had no common meeting ground anyway, thanks to my brothers' failure to take me anywhere or see that I had any agreeable associations with boys.
But when Wolfie spoke you forgot his age. Every woman he ever
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