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Theodore Roberts, in the center, as he was six months
ago; and, surrounding himself, as he is today, registering
six different emotions with the same cigar
C^yllivc and (y ticking
Theodore ^obertSj the "Dean of the ScreeUj Jjghts a Fresh Stogie
BY DOROTHY CALHOUN
THEODORE ROBERTS is back again on the screen. Neither he nor his cigar has lost its drawing power. They are both still going strong. A hundred times in the last four years they have said, "Poor Theodore Roberts! He's through. He'll never play again." The first time was when he was carried from the studio, where he was stricken in the midst ofa picture, to his house on the hill — to die. They said it when he lay helpless, unable to attend the funeral of his idolized wife, Florence. They said it again, when he was carried off the train on a stretcher in the course of a vaudeville tour. He has read his own obituary in print — and his cigar is still gallantly alight, defying fate at a jaunty angle, like the plume of Cyrano.
The doctors examined Theodore Roberts the other day. Their verdict was unanimous: "Wonderful constitution for a man of your age." Yet those same doctors shook their heads and murmured, "Hopeless," in those first days when he lay in the room that overlooked Vine Street
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and the Lasky studio where he had a life contract. Less than six months later he was back on the lot, playing in a wheel-chair. He made three pictures in that chair, but they couldn't write an invalid r6le into every photoplay, so old Theodore Roberts started out on the road, with a nurse in attendance, to tour the country with a vaudeville sketch. Many a man half his age finds touring the big time wearisome.
Tired, but a Trouper
RIDING in stuffy branch trains, hoisting his great ^ frame laboriously up and down car steps, toiling along theater corridors on crutches, could not have been easy for him, but he shrugs away impatiently any mention of it, with the curious shame of a strong man for physical disability.
"It would have been hard if I hadn't had the money to travel well," he says, "and of course there were times — {Continued on page j8)
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