The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-08-03
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: mouths ana eyes anu JcH els gIteIl-
ing against their ivory breasts.
Molly heard Francesca GLASGOW
remark that Berthe Starr had new
Rolls.
With silver trimmings" she
said.
THAT reminds me- remarked
i Mr.. Durbin. You know Ber-
the's sister Rae married young Sin
clair, and they had Paris divorce.
Well nov they're getting married
again. I had an invitation yester-
day. Regular engraved invitation.
From Cartier's,' murmured his
wife.
And it vent something like this. y
continued Durbin. You are cordially
invited to attend the premiere Of
The Married Life of the Sinclairs.
Original all-star cast"
How cleyer!' applauded Miss
GLASGOW. There's an idea for you
to work into story some time, Miss
Burnham."
I think it was extremely bad
taste. demurred Mrs. Durbin. And
YOU know. Miss Burnham, l wish
that playWrights and noYelists
would stop joking about marriage
There's such lamentable emphasis
on divorce, and crime. and all sorts
of unpleasant things. Why don't you
do q sweet little romance
Why, that's exactly what my
mother Just asked me" exclaimed
Molly. Mother was shocked to
death tonight. Mrs Durbin. To tell
the truth, it was the play that made
her i'll. l thought it was awful old
fashioned of her to feel that way.
But if you feel that way, too
Molly's voice trailed off.
oh. my dear The producer {
wife laughed a little bubbling laugh,
Sex buffers our bread I don t
know what George and 1 would do
if every one should take to writ
ing romantic comedies. But I know
exactly how YOUR mother felt.
My people are from Illinois.
and I ran away from home when
I was Is to go on the stage.
Mother and dad raised a mortgage
and came all the way from Peoria to
New York 10 rescue me. l was
dancing in a show then on Four
tenth street I wore a modest lit
tie rag. Like a ballet dancer. Layer
on layer of white stuff And ]
thought I looked rather like a cot
ton batting angel.
Well. mother and dad found out
where I was playing. They reached
New York late at night AND took
taxi directly to Fourteenth street.
And the minute mother saw ms she
began to cry. And she CRIED and
cried 1t was perfectly terrible. She
absolutely broke up the show. and
next day there we're stories in all
The papers about the awful scene she
made
L remember somebody, TO con-
sole mother, told her he thought I
locked quite spiritual. And mother.
sobbing her heart out. dried her
eyes. and made a classic retort.
There certainly isn't much ma
terial about herr declared mother"
Your mother was a real charac-
ter declared Mr.. Durbin. There
aren't many like her these days
Mrs. Durbin smiled, but she said
nothing.
a real character" repeated the
little producer. Wasn't she, Mona? %
Yes she said. 7 suppose she
Was-a real character"
T'HEN the conversation switched
i to character There are 80
many of them in the theatrical pro-
fession. And they talked OF this
one. and that. OF the celebrated
producer who wears Roman col
lar. And the great actress who car
ries white mice wherever she goes.
And the dancer who never breaks
So bill. but keeps them in a trunk.
for luck
It's all very we'll for outsiders to
enjoy characters declared Molly.
But it's different, | imagine, II you
have one in ycur own family. Their
little WITNESSES may delight the
world, but I'll bet they're an irrita-
ton and an embarrassment to the
folks at home
She was thinking. of course, of her
mother. with her sharp tongue and
her stern conscience. Her highbut-
ton shoes. and her 16-button black
kid gloves.
I've known quaint grand
mothers she said. and arty
fathers. And aesthetic sisters. And
III bet they're a curse and All
abonination to their families
Mrs. Durbin had crossed the room,
TO sit beside Molly.
What you said about characters