Irving began where Fatty Arbuckle did—or nearly there. He was a waiter and song shouter in a tough cafe on the East Side.
In Berlin’s case, however, he went steadfastly to work and began writing songs. At first he sang his own songs in the cafe; then he got them published. Now he is a millionaire and has the additional distinction of being one of the men who were engaged to Constance Talmadge before she was carried off by a fascinating Greek millionaire.
In fact, Irving was the last of the jilted ones. He got his dismissal from Connie down in Florida. When he came back nursing bruised and broken love hopes some one asked him about the climate in Florida.
“Fine air I hear, Irving?” said the friend.
“Yes” said Irving, “And I got the air.”
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Oh, Cholly!
Gwendolyn—“This is my beau’s birthday, but I don’t know what present to give him.”
Susie—“Give him a book.”
“But he already has a book.”