My own story (1934)

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MY OWN STORY wringing his hands and calling on high heaven to punish the poor girl, who had inconsiderately stepped into a mudhole on Broad Street, I came forth with the good news that I knew the part. Finally, in desperation, the manager said, "The clothes fit her, anyway. Put her in." And so, ingloriously, I went on. But my secret rehearsals had done their work. I lived the role of Katisba. And if I do say so, as shouldn't, I was a riot in the part. At that time, I was still earning eight dollars a week, and proud of it. Eight years later, on the same Philadelphia stage, I earned eight hundred dollars. Fourteen years later, a manager begged for the privilege of paying me sixteen hundred dollars a week to play in Philadelphia. 59