My own story (1934)

Page scan 00098 from My own story

Record Details:

Title:
My own story
Date:
1934
Publisher:
Boston : Little, Brown, and Company
Volume:
My own story
Leaf #:
00098
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 cious prompting, along with my dismissal from the company, I drew a long breath, poked my nose through a cautious crack in the door and stammered, "Here I am, Mr. Barker." To my amazement, he thrust the door wide open and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Marie," he shouted, still talking at the top of his lungs, "you are a brick! I can never thank you for the way you used your head tonight. If it hadn't been for you, the audience would have booed us off the stage!" Barker's generous praise saved my pride, but nothing could have saved the show. It died quietly of malnutrition a few weeks later. It was Maurice Barrymore who first fathomed my secret ambition to play tragedy and warned me against it. "You were born to make people laugh, Marie," he told me gently. "Don't try to fly in the face of fate!" I did try, years later, and recalled Maurice's words. But that part of the story comes later. Poor Maurice! His beloved "Robber of the Rhine" was gone and so was my job. Again the terrible necessity of earning money dogged my footsteps and my dreams. At this time, I was supporting not only my parents and two elderly 76