The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-08-06

"Yuu do one-two an left foot over fro
right foot over back. then onetwo downsti
stage right zlgzag then one-two dowustage
two an right foot forward, then one.two 1
thon right foot cross down, then right foot
cross up an left foot cross down, then rig
each girl puts her arms around the girl In
on right foot skip. swingin' the left foot I
and down on the up beats. That's simple
fright. Ready doi"
And they went
It was hot night in the empty theatre
land It was late. Rehearsas had been siz
cling along for more than two weeks, ten
and twelve hours daily, The principals
were doing theirs In another theatre--this
twas the chorus end OF It. Phster. the little
genius who was putting on" the new show.
was q hard ask-master.
No one else on earth could have talked
ito these little chorines as Pfister talked TO
Ithem-Hnd lived.
Not the owner OF the theatre or the
company, not a stranger or a star--least
of ALL the Johns who waited patiently out
side the building for the tired girls to come
out Tho mildest OF them would have
bounced chair of the dome OF the most
desirable Daddy had he said to her half OF
what Pnster bar6ed at them all every ten
minutes.
They adored him. They feared him,
they groveed to him, they never talked
back. They took his insults and his slurs
collectively, and girls OF the stage are as
q rule. sensitive. temperamentsl and spirit
ed. But they rever-even when he wasn't
around--discussed his abuse In any other
mood than to exclaim over his wonderful
stagecraft, and each told the others that
she would iic for him
When Pnster staged a revue It was q
foregone verdict+-a Broadway hit. He
could pick girls and "size" them and train
them into vibrant, Bynchronizing human
machines. Besides, he had beneath the
crust OF the roughneck and the martinez
the soul of an artist and the fine imagina.
tion of poet. Many an author who writes
suffering lyric with feeble thought
suggested in its trite Jingle. thought him
self a prodigy when he saw his verses
dramatized and illustrated by Pnster
product of staging.
The little chap had an executive drive
that got over. despite his incredible arro-
gance and brutal candor
He had been everything that has 10 do
With the bittersweet vicigsitudes OF tho
broad realm OF entertainment, that profess
sion OF oharlatanry and romance. of cold
bleoded gyp and het1blooded romance, OF
calculating Vaccinations and desperate
speculations. OF overnight triumphs and
lifelong heart-breaks and intense labor and
high adventure and dirty work and glorious
play and thrills and disasters and lights
and fame and suicide and divorce and
scandal and worship and friendship and
hate snd love and treachery and felony AMI
virtue and shame and profanity and sent,-
ment and flowers and poison and grease
paint and perfume and wrong-angled tri-
angles and vicious circles and crooked
lines ard straight shooting and bohemia
and Fifth avenue ard Broadway and ono
night stands and Wall street and ths
rialto and the leyee and the upper crust
and the underworld.
He had been a mustang rider and an
animal trainer, a ballet master and bit
actor, a medicine show shill and a fy-by.
night Snowman, blackfaoe minstrel and
ssrio, an orchestra drummer and vaudeyil
player and a burlesque ham. The theatr,
workshop. his hunting ground his stampin
It from the picture frames in the lobby to
stage exit.
And he knew its people. He was skeptiC
but he was soft inside, and he loved the CIR
last stupid, clumsy one. He lent them his