Nat Goodwin's Book
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Goodwin Nathaniel Carll. Nat Goodwin's Book
PREFACE
Chapter I. COMMENCEMENT DAY
Chapter II. MY DEBUT
Chapter III. STUART ROBSON
Chapter IV. JOHN McCULLOUGH
Chapter V. SIR HENRY IRVING
Chapter VI "BARRY" AND JEFFERSON
Chapter VII. A SUNNY SON OF SOMETIME
Chapter VIII. CHARLES HOYT
Chapter IX. SIR CHARLES WYNDHAM
Chapter X. CHARLES R. THORNE, Jr
Chapter XI. SOL SMITH RUSSELL
Chapter XII. RICHARD MANSFIELD
Chapter XIII. IN VARIETY
Chapter XIV. ELIZA WEATHERSBY
Chapter XV. SUCCESSFUL FAILURES
Chapter XVI. BACK IN THE EIGHTIES
Chapter XVII. THE HALCYON DAYS OF UNION SQUARE
Chapter XVIII. THE BIRTH OF THE SYNDICATE
Chapter XIX. STARS
Chapter XX. ATMOSPHERIC PLAYS
Chapter XXI. ACTORS PAST AND PRESENT
Chapter XXII. MAUDE ADAMS
Chapter XXIII. TYRONE POWER
Chapter XXIV. AN ARTISTIC SUCCESS!
Chapter XXV. THE SKATING RINK
Chapter XXVI. NUMBER TWO
Chapter XXVII. A FIGHT WON (?)
Chapter XXVIII. JOHN CHAMBERLAIN
Chapter XXIX. W. S. GILBERT
Chapter XXX. HENRY E. DIXEY
Chapter XXXI. SWAGGER NEW YORKERS OF ANOTHER DAY
Chapter XXXII. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
Chapter XXXIII. DIGBY BELL AND DE WOLF HOPPER
Chapter XXXIV. BLAINE AND INGERSOLL
Chapter XXXV. JIM CORBETT IN ENGLAND
Chapter XXXVI. THE COCKNEY CABBY COMEDIAN
Chapter XXXVII. A GILDED FOOL AND OTHER PLAYS
Chapter XXXVIII. GEORGE M. COHAN
Chapter XXXIX. THOUGHTS VAUDEVILLE-BORN
Chapter XL. JOHN DREW
Chapter XLI "THE RIVALS" REVIVAL
Chapter XLII. WILTON LACKAYE
Chapter XLIII "YOUNG" MANSFIELD
Chapter XLIV. DAVID WARFIELD
Chapter XLV. A DAY AT RENO
Chapter XLVI. LILLIAN RUSSELL
Chapter XLVII. DRAMATIC SCHOOLS
Chapter XLVIII. NUMBER THREE (ALMOST)
Chapter XLIX. THE CONFESSIONAL
Chapter L. SAN FRANCISCO
Chapter LI. ANTONY (?) AND CLEOPATRA
Chapter LII. HONOLULU AND SAMOA
Chapter LIII. PUBLICITY – ITS RESULTS
Chapter LIV. IN THE LAND OF THE KANGAROO
Chapter LV. WELCOME (!) HOME
Chapter LVI. NUMBER THREE
Chapter LVII. WHEN WE WERE TWENTY-ONE AND OTHER PLAYS
Chapter LVIII. AT JACKWOOD
Chapter LIX "WHY DO BEAUTIFUL WOMEN MARRY NAT GOODWIN"?
Chapter LX. BILLY THOMPSON
Chapter LXI. THE CRITICS
Chapter LXII. JAMES A. HEARNE
Chapter LXIII. EDDIE FOY
Chapter LXIV. WILLIAM GILLETTE
Chapter LXV. WILLIAM BRADY, ESQ
Chapter LXVI. ROBERT FORD
Chapter LXVII. MORE PLAYS
Chapter LXVIII. WILLIE COLLIER
Chapter LXIX. HENRY MILLER
Chapter LXX. WHAT'S IN A NAME?
Chapter LXXI. I TRY BEING A BUSINESS MAN
Chapter LXXII. THE FIVE FATEFUL FISH CAKES AND NUMBER FOUR
Chapter LXXIII. SIR BEERBOHM TREE
Chapter LXXIV. THE ORIGIN OF THE STAGE
Chapter LXXV. MY STAGE-STRUCK VALET
Chapter LXXVI. GEORGE C. TYLER
Chapter LXXVII. I FIND THE VERY BEST PHYLLIS
Chapter LXXVIII. THE LAMBS CLUB
Chapter LXXIX. I "COME BACK"
Chapter LXXX. I "GO BACK"
Chapter LXXXI. DAVID BELASCO
Chapter LXXXII "AUTHOR – AUTHOR"
Chapter LXXXIII. MUSHROOM MANAGERS
Chapter LXXXIV "KEEP OFF THE GRASS"
Chapter LXXXV. CALIFORNIA
Chapter LXXXVI. I BECOME A BARNSTORMER!
Chapter LXXXVII. NUMBER FIVE
Chapter LXXXVIII. L'ENVOI
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One bright morning in June, 1872, the Little Blue Academy of old Farmington College, Maine, rang with the plaudits of an admiring throng of visitors. Some of them had come in their capacious coaches, lumbering and crushing their way through the streets of the usually quiet village, while others in good old Puritan fashion had come afoot and across fields and by-ways. Altogether the tumult was great both without and within and the Puritan housewives, their quiet thus sadly disturbed, devoutly offered up thanks that such affairs occurred but once in a twelvemonth. But the clatter of contending Jehus and vociferous villagers on the campus was nothing compared with the resounding clash of palms and other noisy demonstrations of approval within.
It was Commencement Day. Eager papas and mammas, sweet, admiring misses and anxious friends were there that neither valedictorian, salutatorian, orator nor poet might lack that proper sort of encouragement, without which any affair of this nature must necessarily be incomplete. They were to decide as well the winner of the prize in elocution. Truly it was a day of mighty portent.
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Fortunately the laughter drowned the words. Had the audience heard them the performance would have ended then and there. We all thought that it must have heard, that the end had come. I prayed fervently that it had, but no such luck! It gradually quieted down and the play proceeded. When my turn came to end the act some of my friends said I did very creditably. At all events I got through without a laugh. And that I considered a triumph. We often referred to it in after life and always with great pleasure.
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