"Boys, there goes the Players Club back to New York."
I have known him for more than twenty years. His late partner, Charlie Reed, was as dear to me as Willie is. We three had many good times. Poor Charlie passed away years ago and Willie, left alone, has struggled bravely to earn his now well-merited success.
I have known him to produce three successive failures in as many weeks—and come forth smiling!
After the second failure I suggested that he come down to the footlights the night of his third première and salute his audience with, "Well, here I am again."
Willie Collier asked the volatile Hopper why he had failed to invite him to one of his weddings. Hopper promised him that he would—to his next!
A few of those who pose as my critics might do worse than to marry—once in a while. It would at least save expense!
The world is better with such men as Charlie Reed and Willie Collier as occupants. I hope that Willie will come dancing down the sun, casting his wit and humor to all the pessimistic censors of the drama for years to come.