Life and Lillian Gish (1932)

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"Her First False Step" 47 than that. We were always happy when we were going to those places; and there was a park in one of those towns where there were squirrels. We bought peanuts, and they would hurry up to be fed. "There was another place — it was in New Haven — that Dorothy and I looked forward to. In the hall next the dressing-rooms, was a small sliding door, or window, and beyond it an ice-cream salon. We could knock on the magic door and it would open, and a chocolate ice-cream soda be handed through. You can't imagine how wonderful that seemed to us . . . like something out of Fairyland. Then there was a place in Philadelphia — an automat — the only one we had ever seen. It was the delight of our hearts. We were willing to walk miles, to get to it." Philadelphia was remembered for another reason. A considerable number of newsboys attended a matinee of "Her First False Step," and hissed the villain and cheered the brave hero and the two little heroines in good, orthodox fashion. At the end of the play, the delegation hurried out and assembled at the back. When Lillian and Dorothy, in velveteen hats and coats and patent leather shoes, stepped from the stage door, they were waited upon by a meek and almost speechless committee of two and presented with two rare bottles of perfume, the best "fiveand-ten" that money could buy. The stars bowed and spoke their thanks. After which, there was something resembling a cheer, and an almost uncanny disappearance of their admirers. A very serious thing happened: At Scranton, Dorothy awoke one morning with what proved to be scarlet fever. It was not a severe case, but the company, knowing the certainty of quarantine, fled at once, bag and baggage,