Took Bull by the Horns.
I remember standing on the corner of Twenty-Eighth Street and Broadway, with my head just full of such anarchistic ideas, when something plainly said to me:
"If you are as darn good as you think you are, why don't you go out and get a job? There is room for every one."
I immediately walked over to the office of Jesse Williams, a dramatic agent, and said, "I want a job. I will play prima-donna rôles or old men's rôles. I want a job, and I don't care what it is."
He said, "I don't think I have anything for you."
"You MUST have something for me, and I have got to have it," I replied.
"Well, call around and see me later," said he.
"I will do anything, and if I am not all right, and don't prove satisfactory, it won't cost you a cent," I persisted.
"Well, you come around and see me to-morrow."
There was a little fat man sitting in the office—and he turned to me and said: