Evening star., 1922-02-05
A New Slant on Inez-By sewell Ford
ND I thought I knew all about
Inex, too, from her taste In
4 gum to tho quirks in her dis
position. would have made

A ND I thought knew all about
~ Inex, too, from her taste In
- gum to the quirl<s in her dis
. position. I would have made
o stab at forecasting just how shed
be liable to. react under almost any
conditions, even to giving her very
words II she found a burglar under
ehs bed or a hairpin in the soup. I
had an idea could read the thoughts
behind her big gray eyes and guess
what she'd do next
But 1t can't be done. No! The only
real. true slant on life that I'm sure
Of now Is that human nature is too
complicated for one person to have
more than a sketchy notion of an
other, no matter how close they've
been or for how long. And I wouldn't
bar brothers and sisters. mothers and
daughters, or married copies who've
had their silver wedding.
Which Is more or less tied up to
what's happened to us within the
last few days. 1t began when I held
off telling Inez the poor news that
I'd brought home from the theater
the night before. figured that she
it, so I waited until after luncheon
and then sprung it on her easy. She
gave me the opening by asking il it
wasn't nearly time for me to start
for the matinee.
"No more matinees. IneZ," says L.
"'Eh?" says she turning her head.
but keeping right on stacking the
luncheon dishes.
Not Of The Prince and the Flap
per- anyway" says I. Nor evening
performances. either
What for?" she asks.
Because it's been taken off" says
I. We've all seen 1t coming; that
IS. everyone but Mother Bates, who
never sees anything except that her
gray hair needs another henna dip.
We didn't believe the crash was quite
so near, though. But with week Of
rotten weather and the houses get
ting Simmer and slimmer-well, I
suppose Ames Hunt got sick Of pay
ing out more than he was taking in.
He's a sporty manager. all right, but
he's q shifty one, too. So last night
he made us a little speech, gave us
all a full weeks salary, and said he
hoped that next time we'd all edge in
on a piece that would have a two
season run. And that's the sad, sad
story"
1NEz stares at me for a full minute,
L while the news trickles down
through the bone. Then she asks:
"You-you lose your job. 1ri!by
May?"
ITO put it crudely, yes," says I.
"As The Flapper' I've tapped my last
flap"
"But-but you can be talk actress
at some other theater, eh?' she sug-
gests.
probably not says l. For one
thing, too many houses have gone
dark or are going that way SooI;
and for another. I'm not sure that
I'm such a whale of an actress, any
way. My making good IN this piece
of Barry's was rather 4 duke, YOU
know. and the other managers
haven't been begging me to sign con-
tracts. So I guess it's just a case
Of being at liberty for me-
Inez pours the hot water into the
QlSnpdn tnOuSntIut a1ter which Sne
remarks: Il lose my rich uncle, you
lose your job"
"And here we are" says I.
What you gonna do?" demands
1neZ. st
Not a blessed thing for two whole
weeks" says I. I'm going to lay
off, not even think. I'm going to
shed no tears for the past or taae
any scared peeks at the future. I'm
not going within a block of sny
theater, or even walk through Times
Square. Probably 1 shall gawp into
all the 5th avenue show windows
one day and prowl through the East
Side push-cart market the next. One
afternoon I'm going to spend up at
Bronx Park, watching the polar bears
duck each other, for, next to half
grown pigs, I think polar bears are
true comedians. Also, mean to hang
around some dock and see an ocean
SI LAUGH AND TELL MISTER
LEFLEUR, sWHY YOU DON'T HAVE
ONE BIG GIRL TO SHOW 'EM
RIGHTr SAYS"