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Updated: May 12, 2025
The first two acts of that play Gad, it got me up till then, but the rest of it " he broke a bit off a crusty roll and buttered it carefully, "I can readily believe, Mr. Graemer," he added deliberately, "that you did write the rest of the play." "You have to give the public what it wants," suggested Graemer blandly. "No, you don't," said Dudley Hamilt.
Why don't you find something that admits the audience has an imagination?" "As for instance?" Graemer put in adroitly. "I don't know " Hamilt sighed, "I haven't the least idea what. Only it ought to be something that everybody is unconsciously hankering for something that we miss all the while something we lack in this machine-age.
"Tattle-tale!" he taunted her. "You were!" she persisted, "you know you were!" "If you ever were," said Graemer earnestly, "Permit me to suggest that you renew your youth. What I want him for is partly on Edwina's account. "The Juggler" isn't going as well as it ought to I haven't anything new in sight for her and I'd like to keep this going until I have.
"Not if you're going to take that jump over the fence in the second act," said Graemer who was lunching with them. He was her manager, Edwina Ely was a much better known person than her fat husband.
"If evaire I did want a play," she answered coolly, "I would know exactly where I would 'pick it up, as you call it. I would not 'pick it up' the way you 'pick up' plays, M'sieur Graemer. I have a friend whose play you 'picked up' " she gestured toward the house. Her deliberate reiteration of his chance phrase was irritating to say the least.
What we need is a press agent like Dudley Hamilt." "He's not a press agent " gasped the fat man. "He's the prince of press agents," answered Graemer easily, "he gets more publicity, favorable publicity, for anything he touches than any one I've ever watched work. Look what he did for the coal interests and look at that work of his in last fall's campaign "
"Well, wouldn't you be willing to think it over and have another talk with me? I don't mean immediately and I do mean on a big scale. I'm sure you understand that " Hamilt motioned for the waiter, coolly insisted on paying his own check and rose. "What you suggest is rather interesting," was all the answer he vouchsafed, "I might." But after he'd gone Graemer looked after him and laughed.
It was all over so quickly that afterward neither the Poetry Girl nor the lawyer could tell how it happened. Dulcie could tell a little more because she watched it from above. Dudley Hamilt went down that narrow stairway in a sort of running leap. He faced the agitated Mr. Graemer squarely but he gave him something less than half a minute in which to defend himself.
"It's stupid of him to come here. We did send for him, the Portia Person and I. I wanted to try once more about 'the Juggler. I said dreadful things, Dulcie, to the little lawyer man that he sent. I told the little lawyer man that I thought his wicked Mr. Graemer was afraid to come to see us so that's why he's come now, I suppose. I don't want to see him half so much as I did.
Something that will come across the footlights by itself instead of having to have the spotlight show it to us, something that would make us feel the way we did when we were kids I guess it's romance and perhaps the spirit of it is gone " Graemer smiled. He nodded to Edwina. Then he drew a long breath and put his case bluntly. "I came in here rather deliberately, Mr.
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