Actorviews (1923)

Record Details:

Title:
Actorviews
Date:
1923
Publisher:
Chicago : Covici-McGee, Co.
Volume:
Actorviews
Leaf #:
000183
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:
November 02, 2023
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The Girl from Colosimo’s F YOU can stand the world’s loudest pipe organ,” I tell Miss Dale Winter at the door, “I can find a corner for talk and supper in here.” “I used to be used to loud music,” she answers — without merriment, without bitterness; and now I know that she will speak, and let me speak, of those yestertimes before "Jim” Colosimo was slain in his South Side cabaret, where she was queen of the afternight. “There’s no dancing ” “I shan’t find fault with that,” she smiles. “That’s true — you didn’t used to ” “No,” she says, simply; “Mr. Colosimo wouldn’t ask me to dance with his patrons. I hardly ever danced . . . and so I had a lot — I still have a lot — of dancing to learn for my part in ‘Irene.’ I knew — or know — as little of dancing as I knew — or know — of acting.” “It’s wonderful what you’ve done with that part,” comes plomping out of me, still enraptured with her first formal first night in the town of her adoption, her development, her tragedy, and now her little triumph. “It was much more wonderful what Mr. Montgomery did,” the girl begins — and is ruthlessly interrupted by her interlocutor.