The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1920-06-04
TO GET A PLAY
PRODUCED
By LOUIS GORHAN
(Copyright.)


the managers know Ii.
He had never had a play produced,
but he had tried in every conceivable
way. He had tried for seven years
years full of disappointment and
hope deferred. Yet he kept on trying.
You see the acceptance of play by
an unknown playwright is all matter
OF luck. 1t depends very little on the
merit of the play. Now Green knew
this-he had not been mixing up with
theatrical conditions for seven years
for nothing. There wasn't much
about the game that he didn't know.
'.But darn it," he thought, "why
can't get next to that sort of luckr
The week before ne had shaped
one Of his heroines to fit q popular
to Mr.. Daskin, her manager. This af-
ternoon he had got 1t back. Green
knew Daskin's critical advice had
been only a lot of hot air, but it had
depressed him nevertheless.
He was sitting alone now in bright
cafe just off Times Square. 1t was af-
ter the theater and the place was
crowded His rejected play was still
in his pocket. He had not been home
yet
AS he sat waiting for his food he
thought over the last months, of all
his schemes and ruses to get hear
ing. And what had been the result?
Absolutely nothing.
eff 1 could only do something
strange-become talked about bet
my plays would be on Broadway in
less than six weeks" he muttered.
And he began casting about in his
mind for something strange" to do.
II might kill man, but l might
get hanged, too" he ruminated.
He thought for time and gazed
about him. Then he got up. His face
showed that he was determined on
something
He walked slowly; but deliberately,
ever to table where sat beautiful
woman. She was alone. He came
nearer and nearer. The woman look
ed up. She seemed to realize some
thing was about to happen, but Green's
eyes fascinated her. The room was
strangely hushed and the gaze of
many was turned in their direction.
Green was now beside her. He
leaned over and, in perfectly cold
blood, kissed her. She sprang up and
glared at him, then screamed.
The room was In an uproar. A man
rushed through the crowd.
"What is it, Louise" he cried.
1t was Daskin, the manager!
"He--he-this brute" she cried,
pointing to Green, "lnsulted me-"
Daskin started for Green.
ashes my wife, he Kissed. He
aimed an ugly blow at Green's head,
but the latter was too quick. He was
small man, but tremendously active.
Like a flash he ducked-was in I'M
der the managers guard and held up
his fists.
The crowd rushed between. The
MN were dragged apart The woman
screamed and tainted. In the con-
fusion that followed Green contrived
to slip away. He had got out into
the hall when he heard quick step
behind him.
1t was a little man, quick and def
mite in manner.
"You are Mr.. Green!" he said.
Green assented.
"You don't remember me-I'm
Block--Mr. Palmer introduced u.s."
Eyes, remember YOU" said Green,
and his manner became cordial.
II saw the fracas," the other went
on. land If you'll take a friends adj
vice you will come in here with me
for few minutes until the excite
ment blows over"
While he was speaking he pushed
open a door into little private din
ing room now vacant. Green fol-
lowed him In.
take cigar" Block said, seating
himself.
Green was rather dazed, but did
as he was told.
ut was rather clever" pursued
Block, "the way you slipped Off"
Green did not answer. He was try
ing to think where he was at" as
the saying goes.
"Why did you kiss herr" Block de-
manded bluntly.
II hoped the notoriety of the thing
would get my play on" replied Green
frankly.
"You write playsT
"Yes."
"What sort?"
"Good plays" said Green, "but they |
don't GO"
GLOW many have been produced"
"None. have one In my pocket |
that was turned down today"
Block was thinking hard, his pig |
eyes fairly snapped.
"See here, Mr.. Green" he said then,
1T you let me manage this>affair,
think I can get your play produced at
once. I'm promoter, and why not |