When John Barrymore lay ill of laryngitis last week, Dick Mack, writer-producer of the Rudy Vallee show on which John is stooge extraordinary, called him up to say that he, Mack, had gone through John's part in rehearsal. "My God," replied the Great Profile in clear, unlaryngetic tones, "a cold sweat comes over me. I'll be there tomorrow night." Next noon, however, John passed out as he was trying to dress, went to Hollywood Hospital instead.
Five months ago in similar circumstances Orson Welles did a bad imitation of the majestic Barrymore tremolo and snorts. This time Mack called for another Barrymore....
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