W. C. Fields : his follies and fortunes (1949)

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN I n the years between his marriage and the first World War, Fields followed the vaudeville trail. He played all the best houses of the day, and his salary grew. He had a singular financial reputation among managers, agents, and other middle men of the theater. It was, in essence, "No matter how smart you may be about money, Fields can outsmart you." He was cautious and patient, like a brilliant military tactitian. He never charged a hill without sufficient artillery support. In the matter of demanding a raise, he would wait until the house was leaning primarily on his act. Then, with flinty unction, he would appear in the manager's office. According to witnesses, the exchange (a variation of his old approach to Fred Irwin ) always went about as follows: fields: Afternoon, Sam (or George, or Ned, or Bert, or Homer). sam : Oh, hello, Bill. Glad to see you. fields : How things going, Sam? sam (guardedly) : Why, not too bad, Bill. Tough week for sets — had to put on three extra men. "9