"Great! You're great ... you've vindicated my belief in you entirely!"
Dineen was shouting, as he clapped me on the back, beside himself.
"Oh, I knew I'd do it!... I want a drink!"
"Here's some grape juice!" Gertie Black hold out a glass to me....
"No, I won't drink that stuff," I replied, with all the petulance and
ill-humour traditionally allowed a star.
A Sig-Kapp, whom I had got into the play as a supe, slipped me a drink
of real booze....
* * * * *
I had to run to the toilet three times before the second act, I was so
nervous and excited.
"For God's sake, keep it up!" urged Dineen.
"For Christ's sake, let me alone, all of you,--I know what I'm doing,"
this, as the elocution teacher tried to press home some advice....
* * * * *
During the second act I was as electric as during the first, but now I
allowed myself to see over the foot-lights and recognise people I knew.
I even overheard one girl say to another, "why, Johnnie Gregory is
handsome in that Van Dyke!"
"Yes, he has a fine profile ... he looks quite distinguished."
* * * * *
Before the curtain for the third act, Jack Travers worked his way back
through the props to my dressing room....
"Sh! I've brought a nip of something real for you, Johnnie!"
"Bill already has given me some.
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