My own story (1934)

Record Details:

Title:
My own story
Date:
1934
Publisher:
Boston : Little, Brown, and Company
Volume:
My own story
Leaf #:
000156
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
Description:
Date Added:
May 30, 2024
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MY OWN STORY with fright. Nausea became an active threat. If I could have made my legs move, I should have fled! Good old Joe saw my plight and suffered for me. "I can't do it, Joe. I can't go out there and face 'em," I whispered hoarsely. Joe waited for my cue. When it came, he put his knee in the small of my back and gave me a shove that sent me spinning out upon the stage to the accompaniment of tumultuous applause. Many actors have been kicked off the stage. I'm probably the only one who ever had to be kicked onto it. It was Joe who used to say that Marie would kill herself for a laugh. He was pretty nearly right, for I frequently suffered the agony of death in trying to vanquish my terror of audiences. I remember only one time in my life when I wasn't afraid. As it turned out, that was the one time I had every reason to be afraid. I'll tell you about that presently. Looking back upon our years together, I wonder how Joe ever put up with one of my little weaknesses. In those days, I insisted upon doing things for people, no matter whether they wanted them done or not. And I rather fancied myself as a designer and dressmaker, — still do, for that matter. If I were to buy a hat in the best shop in Paris 130