The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1912-08-25
oman Opens His Heart at Kate Cares Private Confessional
In the Course Of a @Chat" He Refuses to Call
It an hterview--He Discusses His New
Triple Bill" Plan for Producing Plays
by Shaw, Barrie and Pinero.
That's a fairly costly scheme" s.id I.

That's fairly costly scheme" said L
@. +. merely iuttered an eyelid.
Enthusiasm radiated round the room.
He was In hopeful vein. and the manu-
scripts on the table rustled as II 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 be,
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.
'Mercyp I squealed at this tidbit.
Yes. they've been and gone and done
IT," said Mr.. Frohman, cheerfulIy. "You
know. I'm getting so now that when re-
ceive cards for wedding I say. Well.
here's some more business for the attor-
ney round the corner"
Don't you believe In marriage. thenr'
chirped.
Don't know anything about it. Never
tried it," answered C. E.. with his most
ingenious smile.
Anyhow. all the mix-ups and divorces
help to make plays for you, don't they?"
"Oh. suppose so. It's Life. they call
it-Life, 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 a
bit older and harder.
C. r. CHATS WHILE mss. FRoWN.
1t was getting toward noon. and the big
pile Of plays seemed TO lift itself toward
me accusingiy.- / knew I ought to go. but
Mr.. Frohman didn't speed the parting
guest He went on chatting.
I'll be fairly busy when I get back to
New York." he vouchsafed-
Il suppose So Do you prefer that me-
tropolis to this?'
I've 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 thought I detected a little visit
full sigh as he glanced around the room.
which was filed with fovsrs-tau lilies
in slender vases. deep red roses In great
bowls and multi-colored sveetpeas In Jugs
and quaint soblsts.
you see I'm very happy here" he
puried. Il have flowers"
Don't you have flowers In New York;
''Oh, yes, but-perhaps not SO many"
As he spoke felt the rush and stress
of the theatrical season already beginning
to have its wearing and distracting infiu-
ence. London seems restful, I suppose
Possibly It's Mr.. Frohman's nearest ap-
proach to a holiday. and his nest at the
~
best. There's no twittering of birds. nor
are there breezes redolent of hay. but far
below is his beloved throb and hum or
life. and in his room is the fragrance Of
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" 1 smiled as I said it. 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.
Yes, / know. Your steamer recre-
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 1
see you again"
Want my recipe for a good try at the
ever-youthful gamer
Pointed. wasn't il? But I'm not proud,
and I 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 hope tap whenever you
can. Goodby and good luck"
Then he pulled out a manuscript and
some aspiring dramatists fate was in his
managerial hands.
Copyright. 1919. New-York Tribune)