Actorviews (1923)

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Imperial Morris Gest 245 “Seriously,” he answers, “just as soon as I pay off the two hundred and fifty thousand I still owe on ‘Mecca.’ ” And he adds (honor compels me to publish what he adds) : “I did plunge, when I was in London last year, to the extent of a new overcoat. But a Chicago critic friend of mine I met in New York said it looked better on him.” (Yes, honor compels me to publish it even though the joke, like the overcoat, is on me.) Here is Frank Tours, the English leader who is now a unionist and an American in good standing, come to pass a cigaret during the entr’acte. Gest compliments him for what he has done with a new orchestra in a large and important score. “In our first talk I told the house leader,” says Tours, “that no doubt we’d have any number of good musicians who’d been playing with the opera. He reminded me that Mary Garden had taken the opera orchestra to New York. ‘But don’t you worry,’ he said. ‘I’ll tell you what we have got — we’ve got absolutely the same men that played for Jolson in “Sinbad.” ’ And what,” Mr. Tours wants to know, “could be fairer than that?” Gest laughs. He saves his nerve-knotted life every day by laughing. And Tours has another. He left the leadership of Daly’s, in London, one night to try an operetta in the provinces. There were four pieces and a piano in the pit, and he played the piano. He complimented the men. Accustomed to thirty-five bandsmen at least, he didn’t know, he said, that five could produce such a volume. “ ‘That was nothing,’ the local leader deprecated ; ‘you should hear the full seven.’ ” Gest laughs a laugh as soft as his habitual soft