The San Francisco call., 1905-02-19
WIN he e: I:

AIR. ID Orsay was stopping at the
ST. Frahncis. don'tcherknow." his
PRESS agent told me. quoting. Accord
ngly to the st Frahncis' ] went to
Vicumize the flower of the English
stage chivalry for the weeks chat.
Mr.. D'Orsay was in the red and gold
haL himself delightfully."- pink, waist
coated TO distraction, an enormous
white carnation in his coat and carry
ing his stick with the air of two Earls.
After the conventional w-dye-dos"
] asked the actor how he really felt
after the long journey out here.
COnfdenually Mr.. D'Orsay told US
the artist and meas we made for the
elevator: Il feel like a boiled owl,
don 'tcherknow,"
I hadn't been one, but I nodded
wise yes. and then ventured: How
delightfully."- Mr.. Thomas has drama
tized you in The Earl of Pawtucket.
even to the carnation!'
Yes, that is what all you people
say" Mr.. D'Orsay drawled, and
smiled under his dragoon mustache.
You are ike the little English mat
inee girl, you know, that came to me
and said after a performances had
been q. dragoon in one of George Ed
wardes' productions-'Mr. D'Orsay,
aren't you real dragoon . of course
I am said. didn't you see the uni
form?' There, 1 told you, she said
10 her friend. And" Mr.. D'Orsay
added with most engaging enjoyment
Of his own slyness, Il told her that
even when We had water cart men on
the stage We had real ones; they
could DO the thing so much better!"
In short you were-er-'spoofing' -
I quoted
A little anxiously, as We entered the
elevator, he answered me with this:
But you don't think it wrong when
people ask such silly ass questions
do you2"
AS gravely I replied: 1T seems to
me almost a solemn duty in such
cases, Mr.. D'Orsay," and. satisfied, the
actor led the way into the warm
brown velveted room where we were
TO talk.
Didn't know, you know. that you
were going TO take a photograph of
me-" he began, as the camera came
out You may, you know. if you Will
take gEeat care of me, hide the raw
ages Of time and all that sort of
thing, so that the matinee girls will
not think that I am more than Is
ha. ha!"
1t is good TO hear the D'Orsay
laugh, a wholesome. happy, musical
IA, hal' directed always against
his own and not the other mans
Weaknesses.
Drop your chin" the photographer
commanded here.
"Cawn't. my boy: never do" Mr.
D'Orsay protested. throwing the au-
gust feature still higher. But he
managed after all 10 bring it down
SO as to permit the rest Of the face
TO come within the camera. You
would like all OF it, the clear. kind,
fearless blue eyes. the strong, aqui-
line nose. the fresh, rudy color, the
kind mouth under the long straw
cofored mustache. And il is to be
hoped that the picture viii do justice
to The virtuoso raiment that adorned
The actors soidierly figure. Emphat-
icauV il belongs
The posing over, I asked the actor
if D'Orsay'' were his real name. Tn
ike the little English matinee girl, we
knew here that it was not Lord Card
ington," but some Of US imagined he
might be at least a duke
The actor laughed as if the insinua-
tion were by no means new, and said:
"No, plain Lawrence D'Orsay, ] as
sure you. In fact, really D'Orsay Law
renee. Funny, but the chaps at school
used to call me little Count D'Orsay,
] was a nice, clean little boy, you
know. Very well brought up / sup
pose. I'd like 10 say. if you think it
at all fitting" he looked up with a
smile Of extraordinary sweetness, that
a man owes all he has Of goodness and
refinement to his mother 1 owe every
thing that is good in me TO mine.''
Il know Of no time unfit to say that
Mr. D'Orsay," 1 told him, and wished
only that ] could transcribe with the
words their sheer reverence and ten
derness.
LAS to 'D'Orsay,' the actor went on,
Il took the name to please my mother" Z"
Did she like your going on the
stage2" ] asked.
oh, Lord, MOI" the actor exclaimed.
'All my people We're lawyers, and 1,
too. was educated for the law But I
didn't like il. I was always acting in
amateur things. and one day walked
off to the theaters"