Yours with his Hat off,
Fred Wright.
28/3/19.
Here is another, and again undated, except for “Feb. 19th”:
Dear Mr. Esmond,
Only a line to say how tremendously I enjoyed the play this afternoon. Why won’t you write me a play like that? I want to play “a mother”!!
Kindest regards,
Yours sincerely,
Gladys Cooper.
What a contrast to another letter, from one of the worst actors I have ever seen, who begins by telling “My Dear Esmond” that he wants a play written for him, and proceeds to describe for six sheets of notepaper how the play is to be written and how the climax is to be reached; he ends with the words, “remember I want at least one great moment of passion”. I cannot remember that Harry ever embarked on this play, which, with its one “great moment” only insisted on, might not have held an audience for two and a half hours! Harry’s answer was, “My Dear X., God is in His Heaven.”