Actorviews (1923)

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114 Actorvieivs Savoy and Brennan looked on the likes of me as on an old school Russian with a knout. Oh, but I had been a bad boy to the artists of female impersonation, invariably spoiling their newspaper and breakfast for them the day following a Chicago opening. But this time, here on a chair by the door, while Mr. Savoy painted his smile, I was almost human. They went so far as to wish I’d been at last night’s party. “Really, Stevens,” said Mr. Savoy — and his words seemed to come from the heart — “you should have been with us.” “That’s Bert’s new line for next year — ‘You should have been with us.’ How do you like it?” inquired Mr. Brennan. “I think it will become immortal along with ‘You must come over’ and ‘I’m glad you asked me,’ ” said I, quoting with mixed emotions. “It was the other one that really put us on the map as destroyers of the English language,” said Mr. Savoy. And this reminded his panted partner of a telegram sent by Charles Dillingham to Morris Gest on the occasion of Mr. Gest’s securing the lease of the Century Theater and Roof without, perhaps, full realization of all the obligations entailed. “Dillingham,” said Mr. Brennan, “wired Gest, ‘You don’t know the half of it, dearie’; and the newspapers picked up the telegram and Bert’s line became famous over night.” “Much as I like to talk about myself,” beamed Mr. Savoy, “I feel that I must change the subject long enough to introduce you to Mrs. Jones.” So their big motherly dresseress and I shook hands, and I said something about a woman doubtless being