Actorviews (1923)

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“ Hitchy ” 203 to beware of,” he said, drawlingly : “A woman driving a car, a boy on a bike, a hen, and a Ford.” “Have a cigar?” “No thanks; don’t smoke, don’t drink. I swear” (I’ve never heard him), “flirt with the women and wear fancy vests, but I don’t drink. “Flirting, at our time of life, Ashton, in homeopathic flirts, is good for us. A mild flirtation keeps alive the sensation that, by gosh! you’re not on the shelf yet.” “How’s ‘Hitchy-Koo’ doing?” “Fine ! bully ! about twenty thousand this week. The show’s doing so well in Chicago I think I’ll close it out in about two weeks more and go to London.” “! ! !” “I’ll close it out because it is the most expensive show in the world. It could make money in New York, but not here ; the percentage is against me.” “And you added two thousand a week to the expense by adding Lillian Russell!” “Well, I didn’t want to slight Chicago,” he apologized. “Grace La Rue and Rock and White were out of the cast and I thought I’d try to keep faith with a town that always has been pretty decent to me. Oh, I’m a far-seeing manager! Perhaps Chicago will let me come back. I always look ahead. I remember when I was a boy and ” “You’ve told me before of your first job — selling shoes.” “That wasn’t my first job,” he corrected reproachfully. “My first job was cleaning bathtubs in a barber shop. If I had been a bright boy I might have been the head barber by this time.” “You’ve had some wonderful pasts,” I said lightly.