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Updated: June 12, 2025
'I saw the Cricker man beginning to dance with hardly anyone looking at him. 'Isn't his imitation of Nijinsky wonderful? asked Vincy. 'Simply marvellous! I thought he was imitating George Grossmith. Do you know, I love the Mitchells, Vincy. It's really great fun there. Fancy, Bruce seems so delighted with Aylmer Ross and Miss Mooney that he insisted on their both dining with us tonight.
Grossmith, as he leaned over me and saw what I was reading; "my better judgment told me that was not good enough for the public." Then came a pencilled note in this little book, "You can take a horse to water, but can't make him drink." "That gave me an idea," cried Mr. Grossmith, as he sprang to his feet.
One would have said that he was a caricature of George Grossmith on his way to a garden-party. But he was hot terribly hot; far more hot than he had any excuse for being in brisk spring weather. There were beads of perspiration on his forehead; his face was congested with excitement.
Replying to a question I put to him as to his theatrical experiences, Mr. Grossmith told me that it was in the November of 1877 that he received the following letter: "Beefsteak Club, "King William Street, "Tuesday Night. "Dear Mr. Grossmith, Are you inclined to go on the stage for a time? There is a part in the new piece I am doing with Gilbert which I think you would play admirably.
Grossmith led the way out of the room in which we had been talking, and which he told me was his own special sanctum, "into which no one is ever allowed to come except my wife, for anyone rushing in here when I was composing or thinking out a sketch would inevitably drive every single idea from my head," and we went upstairs together.
He was a stranger to the others. They merely knew that on his arrival by the stage- coach that afternoon he had written in the hotel register the name Robert Grossmith. He had not been observed to speak to anyone except the hotel clerk. He seemed, indeed, singularly fond of his own company or, as the PERSONNEL of the Advance expressed it, "grossly addicted to evil associations."
The woman looked at it. "'Mrs. Grossmith, Worley Farm, near Union. That's about two miles along the road. If you go on, anyone will tell you which is Mrs. Grossmith's." Tony hurried on, for he wanted to get back to the camp before it was dark. He had no difficulty in finding Worley Farm. "Now then, what do you want?" its owner said sharply, as she opened the door in reply to his knock.
He was a stranger to the others. They merely knew that on his arrival by the stage-coach that afternoon he had written in the hotel register the name of Robert Grossmith. He had not been observed to speak to anyone except the hotel clerk. He seemed, indeed, singularly fond of his own company or, as the personnel of the Advance expressed it, "grossly addicted to evil associations."
"Missus," he said, "I hab got a letter to take, and I ain't bery sure as to de name. Will you kindly tell me what is de address writ on dis paper?" The woman looked at it. "Mrs. Grossmith, Worley Farm, near Union. That's about two miles along the road. If you go on any one will tell you which is Mrs. Grossmith's." Tony hurried on, for he wanted to get back to the camp before it was dark.
Grossmith prepares his delightful sketches. "I am not going to treat the subject seriously," he writes, "but in my own particular, impertinent way. The question often arises are we a musical nation? The foreigners think we are not. But where in the wide, wide world is there a country where you will hear so many organs and German bands?
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