The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1936-08-10
TELLS OF FIRST
MEETING WITH
PLAYWRIGHT
Chapters From Stars
Own Story Revealed
on West Coast
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but he phoned me Friday a. m.
and made a luncheon engage
ment for Saturday with me
the same day 1 had lunch with
Natalie Levy and in he came
he seemed very nice, talked to
us a few minutes, made some
remark about the fact that it
was lucky we had met so he
would know me on the morrow
mad wouldn't have to wear a
red carnaton or something. That
evening 1 had dinner with a
young man, I've forgotten his
name-at "twenty-one" and there
he was again.
Saw His Play
Saturday he called for me and
we went to the Casino for lunch
and had very gay time. He was
such fun-we drove back down
town and Sneaked in at the Music
Box where his show, "Of Thee I
Sing" was playing.
Sunday night we had dinner
and liked each other even more.
Monday I had a previeW engage
ment with Bennett Cert for din
ner but George called me up and
said he knew about a tea party
that might be fun and would I
go-I would and did but the tea
party wasn't fun and we left in
about Is minutes.
They Hold Hands
It was very hot so VIC got a
cab and drove around the park
a few times and the park was
well, the park-and he held
my hands and said he'd like to
kiss me, but didn't-TueSday
night He did kiss me-and I
don't think either of us remem-
bered much about what the
show was acknowledgements we
had a drink some place and then
went to little flat in Seventy
Third Street where we could be
alone and it was all very thrill
ing and beautiful.
Frequently at Flat
I didn't see very much OF any
body else the rest of the time. We
saw every show in town, had grand
fun together and went frequently
to Seventy-third Street. remem-
Der one morning about 4 we had
q sandwich at ReubenS and it was
just getting daylight so we drove
through the park in an open cab
and the street lights went out and
the birds started singing and it
was cool and dewey and pretty
heavenly. The evening I left we
had dinner at "Twenty-one"-and
a bottle of lovely wine-he had a
car and drov me to the airport
kissed me goodbye
Monday, January Is.
That was six months ago and
it's still good-we write to each
other often; about every two weeks
flowers and telegram for Xmas
and New Years; once when Frank
lyn was away he called me long
distance and we talked for half
an hour-hiS last letter finished
with:
Think of me, my darling, be-
cause certainly think of you.
If it's lasted this long on both
sides it must be something pretty
gOOd-tOO good to let drop"
Love is Beautiful"
I am still in a haZe-a nice rosy
glow. If I thought that business
with George was half-hearted
was crazy. It's beautiful, glorious
and I hope it's my last love-
can't top it with anything in my
eXperience-or do want to.
Back In Low Gear
And how I hated to come back
home and have to shift back into
low gear. There is more to it-but
it's too dangerous to put even in
this very revealing document
some day, perhaps, I'll be free to
put it all down in 20 years from
now-perhaps.
What I want to know is-what
is it all about-What is going to
happen and why? And what is
life all about? Maybe I'll be able
to figure it out some day.
AS I read these two books over
I am filled with sense of an al
most embarrassing annoyance with
myself-how I've ever been able
to write all those things I don't
know-phraseS lead to my eyes
Glove of my life" enduring"
sense of something Important
piffle!
March 80.
"MerriIy We Roll AIang"
It's all pretty exciting, this