I'll never forget the night we opened the
new opera house at Akron. They had to put the orchestra under the
stage."
"And the so-called art of the moving picture robs us of our little
meed of applause," broke in her husband. "I shall never forget a
remark of the late Lawrence Barrett to me after a performance of
Richelieu in which he had fairly outdone himself. 'Montague, my
lad,' said he 'we may work for the money, but we play for the
applause.' But now our finest bits must go in silence, or perhaps be
interrupted by a so-called director who arrogates to himself the
right to instill into us the rudiments of a profession in which we
had grounded ourselves ere yet he was out of leading strings. Too
often, naturally, the results are discouraging."
The unabashed girl was meantime having sprightly talk with the
casting director, whom she had hailed through the window as
Countess. Merton, somewhat startled, wondered if the little woman
could indeed be of the nobility.
"Hello, Countess! Say, listen, can you give the camera a little peek
at me to-day, or at pa or ma? 'No, nothing to-day, dear.'" She had
imitated the little woman's voice in her accustomed reply.
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