My own story (1934)

Page scan 00097 from My own story

Record Details:

Title:
My own story
Date:
1934
Publisher:
Boston : Little, Brown, and Company
Volume:
My own story
Leaf #:
00097
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Niles Essanay Silent Film Museum
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 15, 2025
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MY OWN STORY than Maurice Barrymore, famous father of that famous trio, Lionel, Ethel and John. The "Robber" was put on at the old Fifth Avenue Theater. No sooner had I presented myself for rehearsals than I realized I was the right person in the wrong pew. Nobody wanted me in the cast, and everybody did everything they could to get rid of me. I pretended that I was a rhinoceros and laughed gaily at barbed darts. After long, miserable weeks of rehearsal and discord, we faced the ordeal of an opening night together. Everybody was nervous and uncertain. In the opening scene, actor after actor "went up" in his lines. Fortunately, I knew my lines and those of the rest of the cast, too. Taking my stand in the wings when I was off-stage, I prompted the faltering ones. Somehow or other, we stumbled through the evening. But I was depressed by the way things had gone. While I removed my make-up, I debated which of two courses to pursue: Should I walk out now, or should I wait to be fired? Suddenly it seemed that, after all, I was to have no choice in the matter. There was loud pounding and louder shouting outside my dressing room door. I recognized the hand and the voice of Richard Barker, the director. Expecting to get a good hauling over the coals for my offi 75