I thought how delightfully naïve and completely perfect was their understanding. That splendid point of view was unlike the ostrich methods in vogue in London and insular New York.
No wonder my young friend and his prima donna met with disaster when they crossed the Channel!
But I admire him and his audacity.
DAVID WARFIELD
Many years ago while I was playing at the Bush Street Theatre, San Francisco, a lad of about twenty, of Hebraic appearance, was constantly seated on the left-hand aisle watching each performance with evident delight. As I would come from the theatre he would follow me, on the other side of the street, now and then stopping to point me out to some boy friend.
One day I smiled at him and his face beamed with apparent pleasure. After that I often watched for my silent admirer.