Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1918-05-19

His leading lady stamped and
| pounded her fist against a ron Of
manuscript. clasped in her gloved
| hand
I'm through" she stormcd. "a
won't have anything TO do with such
moGkery of rehearsal.\ I'm not "A
piece OF dough to he nodded by any
| cheap stage directors whim. l.
Tell Props to get the sofa ready
| for the next scene" ordered the
| stage director in an aside to his
assistant" Beg pardon. Miss Prince.
| Go on. You were saying g----"
Miss Princes tone was that OF a
suppressed shrek.
Il resign" she repeated" I'm an
actress. III play that part as feel
it should be played or not at all.
You may feel what you like, but
| dictate the business through which
| you convey that idea to the audi
ence," snarled the man. Now cut
the temperamental pinwheeis. and
| let's do that scene over"
WitR a burst of tears the woman
| flung the manuscript OF the role
| In his face.
Take YOUR old part" she wept
| Give 1t To some brainless Gutomon.
| You don't want to employ an artist
| What you need Is a marionette.'
Four hours later the director pom
| dored on his days work as he drove,
| with his assistant. in a taxi to his
| bachelor apartment The day had
| been trying enough without the loss
! 1f n leading lady The author had
Insisted on seeing rehearsal ard had
| smelling salts in one hand and a
! borrowed handkerchief in the other.
! 'Eion musicians had refused to play
! with a nouuuion violinist and the
! ieafy woods OF the springtime act
| had turned from lettuce green TO
| sore and yellow autumnness, wncn
| placed under stage lights.
"1hcse women with brains are al
ways grabbing things" nc com
| planned To his assistant. Always
| getting IDEAS. It doesn't mxAe any
differenCe II their notions a~o bet
tcr than mine. Mine arc tho right
ones under the circumstances What
a nice mess Il would he II ten act
ors played ten roles the way they
would want to play them regardless
of the rest"
They entered the apartment build
ing. just as the night elevator girl as
sumcd her white apron and official
air.
What floor please" She muir
INJURED, turning tull upon thcm a
Sray-hke baby stare.
That gaze, that glance, changed
the history of the American stage.
II Pearl Carrigan had brown eyes, or
twinkling eyes or knowing eyes. the
arbitcr Of theatrical destinics might
never have booked into them. But
he saw they held no moro than two
empty thcrmos bottles They would
hold you poured into them-and re
tain the temperature and flavor OF
/ such temporary contents.
Pearl was paid $3.50 a week and
two meals a day for running the Gle
vator. The landlady felt that the
arrangement cheated the establish
ment by about 50 each week The
girl was sweet and neat but what
mind she had refused to focus on the
gentle art Of pushing. the handle
!, back and forth and opening ana
shutting doors when the lit paused
at the floor levels. She jerked the
car hopelessly, got flustered when
she missed a landing and jerkcd
nervous passengers up and down un-
I'll they sometimes took tho lever
out Of her hands and managed the
thing for themselves.
There were twenty-six apartments
in the building and Beard had been
| there two months. The director was
So famous on broadway that even
the newsboys recognized him ana
pointed him out. But Pearl had 10
ask him what floor he lived on.
He gazed at her clumsy effort TO
bring the elevator floor level with
a. I
his assistant.
Young woman" he doomed, "ask
y the telephone operator to take tho
4 elevator for a few minutes l want
TO talk to you
Have you ever wanted to be an
actress ?" he asked, waving his as
sistant back
The car began to drop 1t stopped.
jerked upward and stopped again,
'Why, every kid wants to so on the
stage" she drawled.
Put | ain't never felt called be-
cause I wouldn't stand ono chanel
in q thousand"
"You lack an-er-education|"
suggested the assistant,
"Bduoation? Rats" smiled the
young person, throwing open the
door. 81 amt got no. curves"
The stage directors head went
back and his important walstcoat
shook. with her untitled eyes re-
garding him calmly, the girl waited |
for whatever might come next.
shes flnd'' be told his assist
ant. with her profile and red hair |
she could he made a picture that |
would knock the critics into spasms |
OF adietives Young woman, come |
to my studio for private rehearsal |
at o'clock tonight Tell the land |
lady I'll explain. Jimmie. my boy, |
we nut a new star on Broadway. !
Get mo? only say. little what's
your-name; don't do any talking. |
Ever See? Keep your mouth shut |
Absolutely. now, and when you get |
your name in the papers. Never, I
never promise me, !nys anything |
but what tell you to say"
YES. sir" murnWed the girl,
shifting to her other foot.
"I'll make you an actress II you
keep that promise, vowed the ar
bitter of theatrical destinies.
Gee. that'Il be great" smiled
the elevator girl. IF Ma says its all
right. But never was very smart
at learning things"
"I'll guarantee to drill you" nod
ded the man grimly.
"Do you read" asked the assist
ant, adding quickly, very much?"
Sometimes admitted the future