YES, MR.DEMILLE (1959)

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"B" AS IN BARNUM 285 "It belongs to Gloria Swanson (Mrs. Anatol). In a moment the rest of her will appear." It did.... "Listen, my friend," said my inquisitor, querulously, "I saw The Affairs of Anatol on the stage, but I remember no such occurrences as these. Who is that rustic youth—and who is his companion?" I smiled patronizingly. "That rustic youth' is Monte Blue, after whom the Blue Ridge Mountains and the Blue Grass State were named. The lady with him is Agnes Ayres, who is supposed to be his wife. She has an affair with Anatol." "I remember nothing of the kind in the play," he murmured. Followed a period of silence. Again he spoke, in a voice that was hoarse and barely audible. "Who in heaven's name is this?" The fellow's ignorance appalled me. "That, my man, is Bebe Daniels. She is now making an assigna- tion with Anatol; that is, she is making an assignation in every state except Pennsylvania." "But the play," he gulped. "Oh, forget tibe play—everybody else has." "But the public—will they countenance this monstrosity?" "You bet they will! What is more, they'll pay good money to countenance it, and the local exhibitors will wax richer and fatter." "Then there must be something terribly wrong with the public/' "There is." .. He rolled a glazed eye in my direction. Tm Schnitzler," he gasped. *Tm the man who is supposed to have written that play—" He sank in a limp heap. The picture remained on Broadway for weeks and each week Sherwood kept his readers advised with paragraphic tidbits. "(The picture) should be enormously popular, especially with those who think Schnitzler is a cheese." (It was enormously popular, earning better than a million dollars over its cost.) Merrily, Sherwood continued his clubbing of DeMille's films.