I Revolutionize Theatre Business
My memoirs are now drawing to a close. (Cries of "Touchdown! Touchdown !" and "We want Borah !") But it would be little less than criminal were I to complete the story of my life without explaining why I selected Great Neck, Long's island, as the place to end my days. My second wife, a tall, gangling Swiss girl named Emma Geezle, whose father had made his money in Alpine stock, said she had lived all her life in a little haunch at the corner of Broadway and Forty-second street and she was sick of the bright lights.
"Take me," she said, "to some town where we won't be dazzled by the lights."
So I asked a prominent realtor to recommend a town where there would be no danger of being blinded by electricity.
"Great Neck," was his reply. "You will