Yesterday morning, after careering in the park after play-ideas and catching them, I went to Neville Lewis's show and bought a small picture of a woman suckling a child for 15 guineas. Clifton, with whom I had a talk, told me of the times when Johns could be bought for 10 guineas - and damned few buyers. He said he had once sold a very large pastel of John's for 10 guineas to a woman and had never heard of it since.
I heard yesterday that the first week's receipts of "Sacred and Profane Love" in New York were over 16,700 dollars. This easily bangs "Milestones" and all my other records. My royalties on that week exceed £350. My faith in the theatre as a means of artistic expression was of course instantly re-established. It would be. I think I have made a fatal error with the film rights. I sold them for £1,500, just half what I could have got.
For more on "Sacred and Profane Love" see 'Love in Liverpool'
|Nagel and Ferguson in the film|
Additionally for March 19th., see 'Military manoeuvres'
The Am. Column received the order to depart on Friday night at 10.30 - to leave on Saturday. The O.C. spent Saturday morning in trying to get the order rescinded, because the Weeley position is too far back for a battery at Frinton, especially with a R.A.M.C. and an A.S.C. in between. He failed. The actual departure, which we witnessed between 5.30 and 6.30 p.m. on Saturday, was a striking proof of the vast inferiority of horse and mule traction to motor traction.