Actorviews (1923)

Page scan 000131 from Actorviews

Record Details:

Title:
Actorviews
Date:
1923
Publisher:
Chicago : Covici-McGee, Co.
Volume:
Actorviews
Leaf #:
000131
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:
May 02, 2024
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Consistently Savoy and Brennan Y GOD ! He’s coming in !” I heard cried in a hoarse contralto as John Garrity shot me into the dressing room. We were back stage at the Garrick, where “The Greenwich Village Follies” was the tenant, and for an fancied we had broken into the chamber of a prima donna without any clothes on. A long naked back was dodging from view behind the ample skirts of a ladies’ maid, and my heart was jiggling with embarrassment when my eye caught the welcome sight of a pair of pants. Checkered they were, and belonged to Mr. Jay Brennan, who sat in them at the back of the room. “Welcome!” he said softly, lowering his blued eyelids and fluttering their lashes as is his wont. “It’s Mr. Stevens, Bert.” Mr. Savoy came up from behind his ladies’ maid partially reclad; which is to say that his dresseress had buckled him into a pink corset. Thus attired, he greeted me man to man with, “Sit down, Mr. Stevens — at your own risk!” And after the retreating manager he called, as he adjusted his red bobbed wig, “If you hear anybody getting killed in here, Mr. Garrity. pay no attention !” Five minutes and we were as peaceful as a disarmament conference. Time was, they told me, when awful instant I