Alexander diary, 1917-1918 / Roy Alexander - Page 219
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[Page 219]
1918
Sat. 31st Aug (cont.)
Smithy inserted me into a smart (at a distance) green gown, a gorgeous but not overdone complexion, a beauty spot, much borrowed jewellery (I ransacked the camp for bracelets etc.) and a blonde triumph fresh from the hands of our coiffeur (a pre-war Parisian ladies coiffeur.) In the second act "dressing-room scene" I waited with knees knocking together for my cue; I didn't see a face in the auditorium – the conductor's chair was my limit of vision for quite half an hour whilst I waddled about and imitated Muriel Starr.
Our "figures" are funny (or rather their making); with the aid of several pairs of tightly wound puttees, a few old rags & a scarf or two one attains Kellerman-like perfection.
Our "Dear Little Cottage" song was not bad, but could have been better.
Williams and Limb in "Everywhere I go" were a bit slushy. "Lies" went splendidly. Newlbe should be George Robey instead a blue jacket.
In the 3rd Act (Freeman's flat) I made up as a peroxided 50 year old wreck of the "chorus dame" – a London landlady with a Past.