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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943

1943-02-04: Page 03

same play on the road.  In fact he asked me to get a date and
sit in the wings backstage to watch the performance--all of
which I did.  Feeling that I had gotten to know him pretty
well, I thought I would be justified in dropping in on him in
Boston to say hello.  Acting on that impulse I presented
myself at his dressing room around eleven oclock after the
play was over.  Happily enough he remembered me and seemed
quite pleased that I had dropped in.  In fact I hadn't talked
with him two minutes before he asked if I would like to join a
little party he was giving at the Copley-Plaza.  After
demurring a bit I was very glad to accept.  In the group was
Mr. Duffy (his manager) and his wife, Charles Gentry, a
prominent dramatic critic from Detroit, and Marjorie Wilson,
one of the girls in Horton's play.  I really had a fine time.
Brother Edward Everett asked if I would like a little Lobster
Newburg which of course I did, not knowing whether it would
be served alive or not, but figuring that I could watch Horton
and make out alright.  It turned out to be chopped lobster
meat in a delicious sauce served on a hot piece of whole wheat
toast.  Thoroughly enjoyed it;  very, very good.  The
conversation was a little out of my line, but most
interesting.   Especially the comment Mr. Gentry and Mr. Duffy
had to make on Billie Burke's play "This Rock" which opened
that night.  They were both crying for Billie, claiming it was
a shame that she ever got stuck with such a play.  Probably
will turn out to be a Broadway hit?!  After a time I gave Edward
the grip and departed.  He was very nice to me throughout and

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same play on the road. In fact he asked me to get a date and sit in the wings backstage to watch the performance--all of which I did. Feeling that I had gotten to know him pretty well, I thought I would be justified in dropping in on him in Boston to say hello. Acting on that impulse I presented myself at his dressing room around eleven oclock after the play was over. Happily enough he remembered me and seemed quite pleased that I had dropped in. In fact I hadn't talked with him two minutes before he asked if I would like to join a little party he was giving at the Copley-Plaza. After demurring a bit I was very glad to accept. In the group was Mr. Duffy (his manager) and his wife, Charles Gentry, a prominent dramatic critic from Detroit, and Marjorie Wilson, one of the girls in Horton's play. I really had a fine time. Brother Edward Everett asked if I would like a little Lobster Newburg which of course I did, not knowing whether it would be served alive or not, but figuring that I could watch Horton and make out alright. It turned out to be chopped lobster meat in a delicious sauce served on a hot piece of whole wheat toast. Thoroughly enjoyed it; very, very good. The conversation was a little out of my line, but most interesting. Especially the comment Mr. Gentry and Mr. Duffy had to make on Billie Burke's play "This Rock" which opened that night. They were both crying for Billie, claiming it was a shame that she ever got stuck with such a play. Probably will turn out to be a Broadway hit?! After a time I gave Edward the grip and departed. He was very nice to me throughout and