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Nile Kinnick correspondence, December 1942-March 1943

1943-02-15: Page 03

he remembered me and even seemed pleased that I had dropped in. Within two minutes he had asked me to join a little party he was giving at the Copley-Plaza. With perfect Phi Psi decorum I demurred briefly then gladly accepted his invitation. It proved a novel and interesting evening during which I met a couple of famous dramatic critics, Paul Draper, the dancer, and at Horton's suggestion, dined on lobster Newburg - a dish which as mess officer I am sure you are familiar with. In the company of one of these dramatic critics was a lovely little creature from the cast of "Springtime for Henry." After Everett and I had left, in fact twenty minutes after I had been in bed, this said critic called me on the phone and said, "This is Charlie. Come on down to such & such a place. Midge and I are putting one on." Had it not been so late and I so sleepy & comfortable, I would have hastened to join them. For at the rate Charlie was consuming double Scotch & sodas, he would soon have been under the table, and  I should have been free to show Midge why the public need not mourn the loss of John Barrymore. As it was I mumbled no thanks, and rolled over and went back to sleep.

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he remembered me and even seemed pleased that I had dropped in. Within two minutes he had asked me to join a little party he was giving at the Copley-Plaza. With perfect Phi Psi decorum I demurred briefly then gladly accepted his invitation. It proved a novel and interesting evening during which I met a couple of famous dramatic critics, Paul Draper, the dancer, and at Horton's suggestion, dined on lobster Newburg - a dish which as mess officer I am sure you are familiar with. In the company of one of these dramatic critics was a lovely little creature from the cast of "Springtime for Henry." After Everett and I had left, in fact twenty minutes after I had been in bed, this said critic called me on the phone and said, "This is Charlie. Come on down to such & such a place. Midge and I are putting one on." Had it not been so late and I so sleepy & comfortable, I would have hastened to join them. For at the rate Charlie was consuming double Scotch & sodas, he would soon have been under the table, and I should have been free to show Midge why the public need not mourn the loss of John Barrymore. As it was I mumbled no thanks, and rolled over and went back to sleep.