Actorviews (1923)

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Miss Moores and Her Mamma OME DAY, when I know that one of these beautiful young actresses that I go out to interview, is going to have her mamma present, I’ll take my mamma along. And won’t that be nice? While the beautiful young acuess ana 1 talk they can play together. But how is one to know? You would say from the broad-minded drama in which Miss Clara Moores appears at Powers’, you would say from casual inspection of “Lilies of the Field” that its leading lady could, on a special occasion, dispense with a duenna. . . . Well, perhaps it’s me — L True, my life is an open page, but who knows what fond mothers read between the lines! Anyway, I had the best suit ironed and the hair bobbed, and went to the Congress to call on Miss Moores; and there was Mrs. Moores. And there stayed Mrs. Moores. She was young, handsome, and, I should say, dressed from Paris — meaning Mrs. Moores. It goes without comment that Miss Moores was young, was lovely, was exquisitely draped — that is her congenial occupation. And Mrs. Moores, always the anxious parent, asked me if I thought the Chicago authorities would lay the hand of the law on “Lilies of the Field.” “No hope !” I remember saying. And we — that is to say Mrs. Moores and I — talked of “Ladies’ Night” and other plays that have interested constables.