Philip Curtiss

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Philip Curtiss,  Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 23 (1922)

“ As he said the words that every one in the corridor had been dreading, the little comedian threw a sharp look at him over his shoulder. He said nothing, but Bellsmith had not missed the look.
"But is it fair?" asked Bellsmith, weakly.
For answer Israels merely shrugged, but suddenly the little comedian turned from his dressing-table, both hands, at the ends of his pink shirt-sleeves, held out before him.
"No! I can tell you. It ain't fair!" he burst out.
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Philip Curtiss,  Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 23 (1922)

“ Yet, like many other comedians, he had, when shorn of his make-up, a prematurely old, wizened face, like that of a jockey or a light-weight fighter, which made his expression almost formidable.
"Do you realize what you 're doing!" repeated Barnes. "What is it to you? A skylark! An adventure! What is the price of a show to you? Yes, you can afford it, but we can't. Do you realize that there are men and women out there who have n't even got the money to take them back to New York?
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Philip Curtiss,  Mummers in Mufti — Chapter 23 (1922)

“ Bellsmith looked around the room in a helpless desperation, and as he did so he became aware that the little comedian, who was still apparently absorbed in his packing, was really listening intently.
"But it's so maddening," remonstrated Bellsmith, "and really so foolish. I have money, or property rather, enough to carry this show to the end of the season without earning another cent."
"Yes, but what good does it do you?" asked Israels, curtly. "Money you might get in a month is no use to us now."
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