Confessions of an Actor (1926)

Record Details:

Title:
Confessions of an Actor
Date:
1926
Publisher:
Indianapolis: Bobbs-Merrill Company
Volume:
Confessions of an Actor
Leaf #:
000185
Language:
English
Collection:
Hollywood Studio System
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
December 14, 2023
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CONFESSIONS OF AN ACTOR “My dear Mr. Barrymore, we are not character actresses, we are extra ladies.” This is the spirit in which the whole production was done. Finally, the first night. The man in front of the house, who was diplomatic, courteous and dressed in evening clothes, as the business people of the English theaters always are, came back to me several times to tell me about the audience. He was full of the cause and his enthusiasm was so whole-hearted. “Of course, you know,” he said, “Mr. Shaw is in the house.” Next he came back to tell me: “With the greatest difficulty we just found two seats for Mr. Masefield.” The effect of this upon a fairly nervous American in London, who is about to appear in the best play that England has in-oduced, can well be imagined. But the man from the front of the house kept on — only mere time stopped him. He told me of the arrival of Dunsany, Maugham, Mary Anderson, that beloved actress of Shaksperean roles, the Asquiths, Sir Anthony