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SHOWMAN
dous effect, all the way from light opera to the heaviest of serious stuff.
And it wasn't only a famous wife and a famous daughter who kept me up with the times and sometimes a little ahead of them. Such universal infections as the World War and the Coolidge market naturally found somebody of my temperament wide open for the punch, if you don't mind a mixed metaphor. When President Wilson wanted somebody to coordinate the movie industry with the rest of the nation in fighting the war, I got the call for the job— and I was mixed up with the late-lamented stock-market boom the way Br'er Rabbit was entangled with the tar-baby. I'd been a ticker-fiend since the turn of the century. On the historic occasion in 1901 when Northern Pacific hit 1000, I was having a swell time as an amateur member of what was known as the Waldorf crowdincluding John W. Gates and Jim Blaine, Jr., and Augustus Heinze, also Oscar, the Waldorf headwaiter —who forgathered daily in the sumptuous offices of Mclntyre Sc Marshall to watch the board and play ducks and drakes with millions. I wasn't in for millions exactly, but Northern Pacific's mercurial temperament cost me $75,000, I remember, and would have cost me hundreds of thousands more that I couldn't have paid if I hadn't got out before the absolute worst happened.
But that didn't cure me. And when, to quote Variety, Wall Street laid an egg in 1929, I was out $350,
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