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y and his affections as Ethel Barrymore。
Until the summer of 1880 my brother continued on at the Episcopal Academy。 For some reason I was sent to a different school； but outside of our supposed hours of learning we were never apart。 With less than two years' difference in our ages our interests were much the same； and I fear our interests of those days were largely limited to out…of…door sports and the theatre。 We must have been very young indeed when my father first led us by the hand to see our first play。 On Saturday afternoons Richard and I； unattended but not wholly unalarmed； would set forth from our home on this thrilling weekly adventure。 Having joined our father at his office； he would invariably take us to a chop…house situated at the end of a blind alley which lay concealed somewhere in the neighborhood of Walnut and Third Streets； and where we ate a most wonderful luncheon of English chops and apple pie。 As the luncheon drew to its close I remember how Richard and I used to fret and fume while my father in a most leisurely manner used to finish off his mug of musty ale。 But at last the three of us； hand in hand； my father between us； were walking briskly toward our happy destination。 At that time there were only a few first…class theatres in Philadelphiathe Arch Street Theatre； owned by Mrs。 John Drew； the Chestnut Street； and the Walnut Streetall of which had stock companies； but which on the occasion of a visiting star acted as the supporting company。 These were the days of Booth； Jefferson； Adelaide Neilson； Charles Fletcher； Lotta； John McCullough； John Sleeper Clark； and the elder Sothern。 And how Richard and I worshipped them allnot only these but every small…bit actor in every stock company in town。 Indeed； so many favorites of the stage did my brother and I admire that ordinary frames would not begin to hold them all； and to overcome this defect we had our bedroom entirely redecorated。 The new scheme called for a gray wallpaper supported by a maroon dado。 At the top of the latter ran two parallel black picture mouldings between which we could easily insert cabinet photographs of the actors and actresses which for the moment we thought most worthy of a place in our collection。 As the room was fairly large and as the mouldings ran entirely around it； we had plenty of space for even our very elastic love for the heroes and heroines of the footlights。
Edwin Forrest ended his stage career just before our time； but I know that Richard at least saw him and heard that wonderful voice of thunder。 It seems that one day； while my mother and Richard were returning home； they got on a street…car which already held the great tragedian。 At the moment Forrest was suffering severely from gout and had his bad leg stretched well out before him。 My brother； being very young at the time and never very much of a respecter of persons； promptly fell over the great man's gouty foot。 Whereat （according to my mother； who was always a most truthful narrator） Forrest broke forth in a volcano of oaths and for blocks continued to hurl thunderous broadsides at Richard； which my mother insisted included the curse of Rome and every other famous tirade in the tragedian's repertory which in any way fitted the occasion。 Nearly forty years later my father became the president of the Edwin Forrest Home； the greatest charity ever founded by an actor for actors； and I am sure by his efforts of years on behalf of the institution did much to atone for Richard's early unhappy meeting with the greatest of all the famous leather…lunged tragedians。
From his youth my father had always been a close student of the classic and modern drama； and throughout his life numbered among his friends many of the celebrated actors and actresses of his time。 In those early days Booth used to come to rather formal luncheons； and at all such functions Richard and I ate our luncheon in the pantry； and when the great meal was nearly over in the dining…room we were allowed to come in in time for the ice…cream and to sit； figuratively； at the feet of the honored guest and generally； literally； on his or her knees。 Young as I was in those days I can readily recall one of those lunch…parties when the contrast between Booth and Dion Boucicault struck my youthful mind most forcibly。 Booth； with his deep…set； big black eyes； shaggy hair； and lank figure； his wonderfully modulated voice； rolled out his theories of acting； while the bald…headed； rotund Boucicault； his twinkling eyes snapping like a fox…terrier's； interrupted the sonorous speeches of the tragedian with crisp； witty criticisms or 〃asides〃 that made the rest of the company laugh and even brought a smile to the heavy； tragic features of Booth himself。 But there was nothing formal about our relations with John Sleeper Clark and the Jefferson family。 They were real 〃home folks〃 and often occupied our spare room； and when they were with us Richard and I were allowed to come to all the meals； and； even if unsolicited； freely express our views on the modern drama。
In later years to our Philadelphia home came Henry Irving and his fellow player Ellen Terry and Augustin Daly and that wonderful quartet； Ada Rehan； Mrs。 Gilbert； James Lewis； and our own John Drew。 Sir Henry I always recall by the first picture I had of him in our dining…room； sitting far away from the table； his long legs stretched before him； peering curiously at Richard and myself over black…rimmed glasses and then； with equal interest； turning back to the ash of a long cigar and talking drama with the famous jerky； nasal voice but always with a marvellous poise and convincing authority。 He took a great liking to Richard in those days； sent him a church…warden's pipe that he had used as Corporal Brewster； and made much of him later when my brother was in London。 Miss Terry was a much less formal and forbidding guest； rushing into the house like a whirlwind and filling the place with the sunshine and happiness that seemed to fairly exude from her beautiful magnetic presence。 Augustin Daly usually came with at least three of the stars of his company which I have already mentioned； but even the beautiful Rehan and the nice old Mrs。 Gilbert seemed thoroughly awed in the presence of 〃the Guv'nor。〃 He was a most crusty； dictatorial party； as I remember him with his searching eyes and raven locks； always dressed in black and always failing to find virtue in any actor or actress not a member of his own company。 I remember one particularly acrid discussion between him and my father in regard to Julia Marlowe； who was then making her first bow to the public。 Daly contended that in a few years the lady would be absolutely unheard of and backed his opinion by betting a dinner for those present with my father that his judgment would prove correct。 However； he was very kind to Richard and myself and frequently allowed us to play about behind the scenes； which was a privilege I imagine he granted to very few of his friends' children。 One night； long after this； when Richard was a reporter in New York； he and Miss Rehan were burlesquing a scene from a play on which the last curtain had just fallen。 It was on the stage of Daly's theat