The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1904-08-28

lit is duologue between the two"
With his head under his ARM
oh. 1 begged Mr.. Shaw to let him
wear it in the usual way" Mr.. Dalv
protested, with ridiculousIy delightful
pathos, but he wouldn't"
He usually doesn't. Doesn't hep I
syInpathized-
Generally" his disciple laughed.
But did I not hear of two DAILY
playlets going with the Man of Des-
tiny in Boston?"
I'm afraid So" the discovered au-
thor owned. Il had 10 have some
thing"
Did you-man to man-show them
10 Mr.. Shaw L inquired.
Did I! 1 was too clever for that"
the playwright boosted Mrs. Shaw
asked me to-
How is she?"
wonderfully charming" Mr.. Daily
testified. Then he went on to tell me
that he had asked Shaw to write him
a strong love story TO companion the
Man of Destiny" II asked him to
write it without any Shaw for the de-
light and establishment of his audi
ences. He suggested that I should
write thirty-five minutes of the play
and give him fVe-think what he could
do with my puppets in five minutes!"
Mr.. Daily crinkled with fearful joy at
the notion A rich. boyish, buttery
chucele prefaced the next: I'D for
gotten all about the love play until
Mr.. Shaw came to me one day with
this: I've been thinking for some
time of doing a love story to go with
the Man Of Destiny" I was wonder
ing how something like this would go?
Take young man in love with another
mans wife. He is a very good young
man and decides to renounce the pas
sion as unworthy. Heartbreaking
scenes. The light of whole life gone.
And so forth. The husband discovers
the situation. Confronts the young
man Honorably. of course. the young
man denies the lady's love. Husband
bitterly disappointed. Furious!
I said something here about Mr..
Shaw's seriousness"
In a hot moment Mr.. Daily had
picked UP this commonest little sling
shot used against his idol. Curiously
it seemed as if some swift invisible tool
were at work on his face, carving
scorn into the lips, the nostrils, the
thinned eyelids.
rs Shaw serious?" he said asking
the question Of the walls. of me, of
the accusing public. Mr.. Shaw is more
serious than any man now writing.
He's saner. If we do not understand
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he is sincere. He is sincerity itself.
His conscience is absolute. He's a man
that-that feels he has certain things
10 do. These he makes for in straight
line. He would better neither you nor
himself If it meant swerving a hairs
breadth to either side"
rs this his political or artistic con-
science you speak OFF"
"Both-au the consciences," said Mr..
Daily, and pounded the table with
big, insistent emphasis. Il know little
Of his political side, however. He did
tell me he was defeated in something
while 1 was over there. I told him
supposed 1 should be sorry but that 1
was glad That kind of man has no
business wasting effort on anything
so hopeless as trying to drive any in
telligence into the British Govern
ment. It's so incredibly old, so settled
in its stupidity. 1t makes absolutely
no difference if you are right or wrong,
if you commit the objectionable sin
Of being different. But it is a thing
most beautiful and wonderful, 1 as
sure you"
You needn't" I laugh. I'm Eng
fish myself But don't mind he, I'm
enjoying myself hugely"
You always do" Mr.. Daily pro-
tested ENORMOUSLY, and why not? You
can afford TO. The Englishman al
ways gets there His imagination leads
him neither to the right nor left. He
walks straight through, right over
everything TO his goal. One must adj
nire him. Knock him down and he'll
brush his coat and never know it. He
can we'll afford to applaud the wit,
gayety and light heart Of the Irishman,
because"-very impressive was this
Irishman's voice here-"because every
gift of the Irishman leans to failure"
rs Mr.. Shaw an Irish Irishman?" 1
asked
Mr. DAILY at first mistook me to mean
the Boucicault broth Of a boy type.
that shfllelahs through the common
or garden Irish drama.
"Oh, no." he cried. "They grow only
in plays"
Then he told me about new play
of Shaw's in which the dramatist has
two Irishmen and an Englishman as
chief characters. He intends to make
the Englishman, through sheer racial
insensitiveness, win the girl, by the
way. But it was the two types Of
Irishmen that particularly interested
me. One is the educated, self-respect-
ing Celt, outwardly like any other
gentleman, his foil the one that wishes
the top o. the morning to you" and
does the other national stunts for two
pennorth Of the crathur. He puts his
property brogue in his pocket when
talking to his own cOuntryman and is
made to confess that he uses it for
revenue only. I'm short" the Celtic
critic concluded, he does what is ex-
pected of him, like babies and some
negroes"
We got back again then to the Eng