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He broke travel records tearing through the country, held court with theater owners and automobile men wherever he stopped, and had the time of his life.
Having been absent from New York a year, he found getting back in the theater a tough proposition. He wired me about a vaudeville offer— Mr. and Mrs. De Wolf Hopper in a domestic skit on the Keith Circuit. I answered, "Vaudeville is highly competitive; neither of us knows anything about it. I mav have a place in pictures, and since you've reversed yourself on letting me work, I'd like to keep at it till I find out."
Wolfie was disappointed but he didn't object. He had the usual offers for road shows, but after a year of domesticity he wanted to stay home. So when the Shuberts offered him The Passing Show of 1917 at the Wintergarden, with Irene Franklin, Jefferson De Angelis, and Stafford Pemberton, all old friends of his, he took it.
The Wintergarden was a barn of a house and for years had been housing an American phenomenon named Al Jolson, who sang right into the hearts of the people. He was young, he was giving, and the patrons of that house liked what they got.
Wolfie never had a chance. His voice was more on the classical side; he was a dignfied comedian; and he couldn't play down to slapstick. He put on blackface only when he was interlocutor for the great Lambs Gambols. The Passing Show of 1917 passed all too quickly for Wolfie.
After a few months in Hollywood, I joined Wolfie at the Algonquin. Living at the hotel was fun for us. Wolfie was just a stone's throw from the Lambs Club, and I could see all my pals again and take in the current plays.
Laurette Taylor did three plays J. Hartley Manners had written for her: Out There, The Wooing of Eve, and Happiness. Lynn Fontanne was in all three. And Jack Barrymore had persuaded his brother Lionel to leave his canvases in Paris, come home, and join him, Constance Collier, and Laura Hope Crews in Peter Ibbetson. That was the talk of the town.
But while Wolfie and I were having fun, Nannie was grousing that a New York hotel was no place for a young baby after he'd had the
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