The applause after the first act was wonderful.
"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....