Actorviews (1923)

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When Sophie Tucker Kissed a Critic 145 thing. And it isn’t any ‘Good evening, Miss Tucker,’ either — it’s ‘Hello, Sophie, old dear.’ And I don’t mind telling an old friend like you that it isn’t everybody could hold that job out there. It requires a lot of brains and a lot of common sense and — don’t forget this — tact.” ‘‘Do you dance with ’em, Sophie?” “I should say!” “How do the Society johns dance?” “Marvelously. They’re the kind ! They make me forget my married life and divorces. They treated me like — like the Queen of Sheba. You never saw such popularity. And proposals ! I never knew there were so many proposals.” “Of marriage?” “Whatdoyoumean ‘of marriage’ ? Of course they’re of marriage. You know what they call me now in this town ?” “Theda Bara?” “Hell, no ! They call me The Blizzard — I’ve swept the town so.” “But you couldn’t dance a little bit in the old days,” I was reminding Sophie when my kissed competitor joined us. “You weighed a ton,” said this rival critic without malice. “I know; I couldn’t lift a leg when I was at the La Salle in ‘Louisiana Lou.’ But you ought to see me now, Ashton. I can dance anything that’s danced in two shoes. I frame some of my own steps.” “Write your own songs?” “Well — I reconstruct everything I touch. I get wonderful ideas, and reconstruct to fit myself. It was hard at first. It took brains. But it’s natural with me