She Sleeps Alone At Last.

Breaking The Ice In The Pitcher Seems To Be A Feature Of The Early Lives Of All Great Men.

If There Is A Streak Of Ham Anywhere In An Actor, Shakespeare Will Bring It Out.

I Once Heard A Woman Laugh At That Most Tragic Moment In All Drama, The Off-stage Shot In "the Wild Duck," And I Afterward Had Her Killed, So There Will Be No More Of That Out Of Her.

I Can Get Dressed Earlier In The Evening With Every Intention Of Going To A Dance At Midnight, But Somehow After The Theatre The Thing To Do Seems To Be Either To Go To Bed Or Sit Around Somewhere. It Doesn't Seem Possible That Somewhere People Can Be Expecting You At An Hour Like That.

A Great Many People Have Come Up To Me And Asked How I Manage To Get So Much Work Done And Still Keep Looking So Dissipated.