Down through the years my face has been called a sour puss, a dead pan, a frozen face, The Great Stone Face, and, believe it or not, “a tragic mask.” On the other hand that kindly critic, the late James Agee, described my face as ranking “almost withLincoln’s as an early American archetype, it was haunting, handsome, almost beautifuL* I can’t imagine what the great rail splitter’s reaction would have been to this, though I sure was pleased. People may talk it up or talk it down, but my face has been a valuable trade-mark for me during my sixty years in stow business. Sixty years is right, for it was in 1899, when I was not quite four years old, that I officially joined my parents* vaudeville act And if you think sixty years is a long time in your life you should be in show business. Last Wednesday is a long time ago to most actors. The young ones talk of the great vaudeville days at the Palace as though these came at the dawn of theatrical history. [download]
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