New-York tribune., 1912-08-25
hares Frohan OPENS His Heart at Kate Carews Private Confessional
In the Course of "Chat Refuses to Call
It an Interview--He Discusses His New
"Triple Bill" Plan for Producing Plays
by Shaw, Barrie and Pinero.

That's a fairly costly scheme" said !.
c. F. merely fiuttered an eyelid.
Enthusiasm radiated round the room.
He was In hopeful vein, and the manu-
scripts on the table rustled as IL they
would like to be read while the master
manager was In some such mood as this.
Then we abandoned productions and We
simply gossipped about America and
Americans.
c. f. was better informed than your
retiring Aunt Kate, who might as well De
a. cloistered nun for all the real news
she gets now she is so far from Broad
way. He told me of the latest literary
and Terpsichorean marriage.
'Mercyw I squealed at this tidbit.
'Yes. they've been and gone and done
it." said Mr.. Frohman, cheerfully. you
know, I'm getting so now that when re-
ceive cards for wedding 1 say, wen,
here's some more business for the attor-
ney round the corner.
Don't you believe in marriage. then"
I chirped.
Don't know anything about II. Never
tried it." answered c. F., with his most
ingenious smile.
Anyhow, all the mlx-ups and divorces
help to make plays for you, don't theyr
"Oh, 1 suppose so. It's Life, they caih
it-I.lfe. with big L." He brought this
out with a kind Of cynical indifference,
which rather upset my impressions Of his
boyishness and enthusiasm. Even his
round, rosy face heightened and grew z
bit older and harder.
C. r. CHATS WHILE MSS. FRoWk.
1t was getting toward noon, and the biej
pile of plays seemed to lift itself toward
me accusingly. 1 knew ought to go, bue'
Mr.. Frohman didn't speed the parting.
guest. He went on chatting.
III be fairly busy when I get back to-
New York." he vouchsafed.
II suppose so. DO you prefer that mo-
tropolis to this?"
1--WE no choice. I'm at home IN either
city. The pond is getting smaller every
day. and we're brought into closer touch'
and harmony"
Then 1 thought detected little visit
full sigh as he glanced around the room,
which was filed with fiowers-tau lilies
in slender vases, deep red roses In great
bowls and multi-colored sweetpeas in jugs
and quaint goblets.
You see, I'm very happy here,' he
purled. Il have flowers"
Don't you have flowers in New Yorkr'
"Oh, yes, but-perhaps not so many"
AS he spoke l felt the rush and stress
Of the theatrical season already beginning
TO have it's wearing and dlstracting intiu-
ence. London seems restful, 1 suppose.
Possibly it's Mr.. Frohman's nearest ap-
proach to a holiday, and his nest at the
TOP Of that big hotel is just what he likes
best. There's no twittering of birds, nor
are there breezes redOlent of hay, but far
below Is his beloved throb and hum OF
life and in his room is the fragrance OK
many blossoms. For country walks he
substitutes the comfort of the deep arm
chair.
II hope you'll get a good rest on the
steamer" | smiled as / said ii, for he
looked fairly reposeful where he was, but
it's the sort of thing one always says to
those about to cross the ocean.
He pointed to the manuscripts, almost
dramatically.
alton. Never mind, at least the interview
ers cease from troubling when you're safe
on the big boat. Goodby, and do, in COM
mon decency grow a little older before
see you again.
Want my recipe for a good try at the
ever-youthful game"
Pointed, wasn't it? But I'm not proud,
and 7 exclaimed eagerly: Il should rather
think do. Tell me and I cross my heart
I'll keep your secret"
"All right. Don't take things too hard
and turn on the kope tap whenever you
can. Goodby and good luck"
Then he pulled out manuscript ana
some aspiring dramatst's fate was In his
managerial hands.
Copyright. 1912, New-York Tribuns)