Showman (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Showman
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.
Volume:
Showman
Leaf #:
000294
Language:
English
Subjects:
Motion Pictures, Motion pictures--Biography
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
August 15, 2024
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SH O WM AN Even after we got the house clear, the audience hung round outside to get another look at him as he came out. I offered Mr. Wilson the use of my car, which was parked outside the theater, to make his escape in. "No, thank you," he said, "I'm walking. But there is one thing you can do for me. Take me back-stage and introduce me to Bunty." Back we went and I got Miss Mclntyre out of her dressing-room protesting because her hair was all disordered and her face covered with cold cream, which I hadn't given her time to rub off. Mr. Wilson put a burr in his tongue and thanked her in good Scots for the violets and the prophecy. "Why, Mr. Wilson," she said, "I didn't know you were Scotch." "Scotch by descent," he said. "Couldn't you tell by the cut of my jib?" By the time we got out on the sidewalk, the crowd had tripled in size, and met him with another rousing cheer. He ducked off and started to walk home, over to Fifth Avenue and up to the University Club, where he was staying. But the crowd wouldn't let it go at that. They all followed along, hundreds of them trooping after him all the way— a regular triumphal procession— and as fast as he walked, they kept right with him. It was the first example of that magnetism which the war-president afterward came to exercise over the whole American people. It's my private 272