"When I hear of another theater being built I try to build another author."
"No successful theatrical producer ever died rich. He must make money for everybody but himself."
"Great stage successes are the plays that take hold of the ma.s.ses, not the cla.s.ses."
Frohman could always reach the heart of a situation with a pithy phrase or reply. On one of the rare occasions when he attended a public dinner he sat at the Metropolitan Club in New York with a group of men representing a variety of interests. He condemned a certain outrageously immodest Oriental dancer, who, at the moment, was shocking New York.
"She must have a nasty mind to dance like that," said Frohman.
"Don"t be too hard on her," responded a playwright who sat near by.
"Consider how young she is."
"I deny that she is as young as you imply," retorted Frohman. "But I am bound to admit that she is certainly a _stripling_."
Frohman"s mind worked with amazing swiftness. Here is an example:
At the formation of a London society called the West End Managers a.s.sociation, Sir Charles Wyndham gave a luncheon at the Hyde Park Hotel to discuss and arrange preliminaries. Most of the London managers were present, including Frohman. There was a discussion as to what should be the entrance fee for each member. Various sums were discussed from 100 downward. Twenty-five pounds seemed to be the most generally accepted, when one manager said:
"Why should we not each give one night"s receipts."
This was discussed for a little while, when Sir Charles said, "What do you say, Frohman?"
The American replied, "I would sooner give a night"s receipts than 25."
There was a short silence, then everybody seemed to remember that he had at that moment a failure at his theater. The humor of it was hailed with a shout of laughter.
Just as he mixed sentiment in business so did Frohman infuse wit into most of his relations. He once instructed W. Lestocq, his London manager, to conduct certain negotiations for a new play with a Scotchwoman whose first play had made an enormous success in America, and whose head had been turned by it. The woman"s terms were ten thousand dollars in advance and a fifteen-per-cent. royalty. When Lestocq told Frohman these terms over the telephone, all he said was this:
"Did you tell her not to slam the door?"
Frohman would always have his joke in London, as this incident shows:
He had just arrived in town and went to a bank in Charing Cross with a letter of credit, which he deposited. When he emerged he was smiling all over.
"I got one on that young man behind the counter," he said.
"How"s that?" asked Lestocq, who was waiting for him.
"Well," he replied, "the young man bade me good morning and asked me if I have brought over anything good this time. I replied, "Yes, a letter of credit on your bank, and I am waiting to see if _it_ is any good.""
A manager, who for present purposes must be named Smith, called on Frohman to secure the services of a star at that time under contract to the latter. His plan was to drop in on Frohman at a busy hour, quickly state the case, and, getting an affirmative answer, leave without talking terms at all. Later he knew it would be enough to recall the affirmative answer that had been given without qualification. The transaction took but a moment, just as the manager wished.
"Well, then, I may have him?" said Smith.
"Er-m-ah-er-yes--I will let you have him," replied Frohman, at the same time running over a paper before him. The visitor was already at the door.
"By the way, Smith," called out Frohman, "how much do you want me to pay you for taking him off my hands?"
Frohman was as playful as a child. Once he was riding in a _pet.i.te voiture_ in Paris. It was a desperately hot night. The old _cocher_ took his hat off, hung it on the lamp, and wiped his forehead. Frohman took the hat and hid it under his seat. When the driver looked for his hat it was gone. He stopped the horse and ran back two or three blocks before he could be stopped. Then he went on without it, muttering and cursing, and turning around every few moments. Watching his opportunity, Frohman slipped the hat back on the lamp, and there was the expected climax that he thoroughly enjoyed.
On one of his trips to Paris he was accompanied by Dillingham. Knowing Frohman"s fondness for rich food, his friend decided to take him to dine at Durand"s famous restaurant opposite the Madeleine. He even went to the cafe in the afternoon and told the proprietor that he was going to bring the great American manager. Great antic.i.p.ation prevailed in the establishment.
That night when they got to the restaurant Frohman gave Dillingham the shock of his life by saying:
"I want to be a real American to-night. All I want is an oyster stew."
Dillingham instructed the chef how to make the stew. After long delay there was a commotion. In strode the chef, followed by two a.s.sistants, bearing aloft a gigantic silver tureen which was placed on the table and opened with great ceremony. Inside was a huge quant.i.ty of consomme with two lonely oysters floating on top.
Frohman regarded it as a great joke, and ever afterward when he met anybody in Paris that he did not like, he would say to them:
"If you want the finest oyster stew in the world, go to Durand"s."
Frohman, who was always playing jokes on his friends, was sometimes the victim himself. He was crossing the ocean with Haddon Chambers when the latter was accosted by two enterprising young men who were arranging the ship"s concert. Chambers was asked to take part, but declined. Then he had an inspiration.
"We have on board the greatest American singer of c.o.o.n songs known to the stage."
"Who is that?" asked the men.
"It"s Charles Frohman."
The men gasped.
"Of course we knew him as a great manager, but we never knew he could sing."
"Oh yes," said Chambers. "He is a great singer."
He pointed out Frohman and hid behind a lifeboat to await the result.
Soon he heard a sputter and a shriek of rage, and the two men came racing down the boat as if pursued by some terror. Up came Frohman, his face livid with rage.
"What do you think?" he said to Chambers, who stood innocently by.
"Those men had the nerve to ask me to sing a c.o.o.n song. I have never been so insulted in all my life."
He was so enraged that he wrote a letter to the steamship line about it and withdrew his patronage from the company for several years in consequence.
Here is another instance when the joke was on Frohman. No one viewed the manager"s immense success with keener pride or pleasure than his father, Henry Frohman. As theater after theater came under the son"s direction the parent could gratify his great pa.s.sion for giving people free pa.s.ses to its fullest extent. He would appear at the offices at the Empire Theater with his pockets bulging with home-made cigars. The men in the office always accepted the cigars, but never smoked them. But they gave him all the pa.s.ses he wanted.