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An Earthquake and a Marriage 15
On pleasant days when the winds were quiet and the fogs hung no nearer than Tamalpais across the Gate, we would hie ourselves to the Ocean Beach, where, fortified with note-book and pencil the actor-poet would dictate new poems and stories.
One day young Lawrence brought along a one-act play called "In Washington's Time." The act had been headlined over the Keith Circuit. It had never played in San Francisco. He wondered if he could do anything with it.
It was approaching the hop-picking season. The stranded young actor's funds were reaching bottom. Something must be done.
In California, in those days, quite nice people picked hops. Mother and father, young folks, and the children, went. Being the dry season, they'd live in the open; pick hops by day, and at night dance and sing.
Lawrence Griffith decided it would be a healthful, a colorful, and a more remunerative experience than picking up theatrical odd jobs, to join the hop pickers up Ukiah way. So for a few wreeks he picked hops and mingled with thrifty, plain people and operatic Italians who drank "dago red" and sang the sextette from "Lucia" while they picked their portion. Here he saved money and got atmosphere for a play. Sent me a box of sweet-smelling hops from the fields, too !
A brief engagement as leading ingenue with Florence Roberts had cheered me in the interval, even though Fred Belasco made me feel utterly unworthy of my thirty-five dollar salary. "My God," said he when I presented my first week's voucher, "they don't give a damn what they do with my money."