Thank you very much, but my condition is still such that my game leg would require at least four seats, and as we now have at least several managers to every theater, and several theaters in every block, I haven't the heart to accept the needed room, and thus deprive them of any. _Writing to E. H. Sothern and Julia Marlowe, in April, 1915, he said:_ I wonder why you don't both sail with me May 1 (_Lusitania_). As far as I am concerned, when you consider all the stars I have managed, mere submarines make me smile. But most affectionate regards to you both. _Writing to John Drew, who was willing to prolong his touring season in 1915, he says:_ All right. Why a young man like you cares to continue on his long tours, I don't know. I hope to get away on May 1st and to return shortly after you reach New York. Am in quest of something for you. Our last talk before you left gave me much happiness. _Refusing to book his attractions in a city for a week where three nights were sufficient, he said:_ My stars like week stands, but they don't like weak business. _To Haddon Chambers, in London:_ I am hoping to get off on the _Lusitania_. It seems to be the best ship to sail on. I shall be glad to see you. _Writing to S. F. Nixon, a business colleague, regarding Miss Barrymore in "The Shadow":_ You are quite right as to the play being terribly somber. I thought it a good idea to show what a representative American actress of serious parts she was; so that next season we will offer a contrast, and make the audiences laugh so much that they will be compelled to crowd the theater. She will play then as humorous a part ("Our Mrs. McChesney") as she did so earnestly a serious one. _To J. C. O'Laughlin, of the Chicago_ Herald: We managers have certain ideas about plays. We produce a play and find our ideas and opinions often wrong. Our opinions are only sound, I think, as far as the question of a play being actable is concerned. My sympathetic feeling for all writers makes it very hard to venture an opinion detrimental to their work, especially as we find we are frequently wrong. _To one of his leading women, April, 1915:_ I appreciate the expression of your affection. It almost makes me turn westward instead of eastward. However, we must do our jobs, and so I do mine. I am sailing Saturday (per _Lusitania_). Heaven only will know where I am in July. I cannot tell this year anything about anything. _To Booth Tarkington:_ I don't suppose you have any idea of coming to New York. There are a lot of fine things here worth your while, including myself. _Concerning Hubert Henry Davies, the author of "Outcast," Miss Elsie Ferguson's very successful vehicle:_