The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-10-15

I've a game leg. Sat down in the seat of an automobile the other day that was NOT-there-and the result was this.' and then he grabbed his game leg and hopped about until he found a chair and said something about the weather for a minute, while he got comfortably seated. and I was thinking to myself: Isin't he just lovely? Wonder WHY l ever thought he was going to be hard to interview" Maybe it's because he's a comedian. and they are always difficult. He's quite the incest looking man I've had to interview for ages. Men with tired looking eyes and that weary uplifting of the brows are always terribly fascinating. I think-that is when they can see a joke with their eyes, and smile with their mouths like HE does.
 I pnched myself for MT. Morley was saying something to me. It seemed that I had asked him ques'
 Do you like to be interviewed?"' was the query had put up to him, or some- thing equally as "bromidic." and he was answering: H
 q don't mind-really Interviews are supposed to be good for the actor, I be- iieye. But I DO think that interviews and newspapers have robbed the stage of much of it's charm. don't you?"
 Of courst I brist1ed like Maltese that had been hit with tin can.
 Now. HOW?', I asked him.
 He smiled at me out of his adorable big blue gray eyes. and his thin humor loving lips twitched little.
 They have taken away all the Illusion" he observed When there's a rainstorm and li,><ning and things like that on the stage the audience knows all about where it comes from, and how the snow is made. and how the horses hoofs chatter, and all that"
 I laughed horrid little laugh.
 At least HOPE it was horrid.
 l meant it to be.
 You wouldn't suppose that the poor deuded things would sit through such scenes and NOT find out--would your? I asked scrappily.
 Dear ue. mo- Mir. Morley exclaimed . 'only as long as people know the things aren't REAL-why not let it go at that?'
 If that was what the man thought when he cornered a piece of electricity in bottle, we wouldn't be having elec- tric lights nowadays" I told him, and then we both laughed and dropped the subject.
 MT. Morley's the FIRST man I ever saw who would let me have the LAST word.
 told you he was clever-didn't I?
 We began talking about why all the men liked him (him being MT. Morley. of eonrse), and why they DIDN'T like the average matinee favorite.
 Most men have said that my greatest claim to popularity with the men of my audiences is, that I'm man of the world and not a silly. posing, feminine. fussy. perfect lady sort of gentleman-that the stage is full of these days,.'
 You see the average man, when he goes to the theatre In the evening, has just had a comfortable dinner with his best girl or his wife-who should be his best girl-and he's feeling rather fit and well filled, but wthal a bit tired and mussy, perhaps, especially if the night is too warm or too cold. He and the lady take their seats, and because he is so comfortable. he doesn't say much, but sits idly lingering his programme, while she does the same The lady is nice and polite and sweet, but she isn't enthusing. No reason why she should. Then the curtain goes up, and before you know it. out comes this carefully gotten up male star, fresh from his dressing table mir TOT. and makeup box, and he begins to make impetuous love to the leading lady