“Henry Miller was the greatest 39 teacher” A. M. Palmer 50 “Augustin Daly was a master” 51 “William Winter was the 60 outstanding critic” David Belasco 61 Elizabeth Dreyer 90 Laurette Taylor 91 Joseph Jefferson 120 “I have always admired 121 Augustus Thomas” Robert H. Davis 140 Owen Davis and his two sons 141 Owen Davis, Jr., actor 160 Donald Davis, playwright 161 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I’D LIKE TO DO IT AGAIN ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ──────────────── CHAPTER I ◆ FALSE STARTS ──────────────── At the time of my mother’s death some fifteen years ago, we found among her cherished possessions a soiled and tattered old manuscript written in a scrawling school-boy hand, and inscribed in her neat and graceful lettering—“Owen’s first play, when he was just nine years old.” This opus bore the somewhat violent title of DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND OR THE RIVAL DETECTIVES and upon reading it over I was struck by one marked originality—toward the end of the first act only one of the characters remained alive, and as the final curtain fell he committed suicide. I had reached some degree of success long before my mother’s death, and, once or twice, when some friend spoke of one of my plays as “the best thing I ever wrote,” I noticed a somewhat scornful smile on her sensitive lips. She had all of the reticence of the true Yankee and, secure in her possession of the only copy of DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND, she could afford to smile. As a matter of truth, she smiled more frequently than one would expect of the mother of eight children, and her strong and dauntless ambition saw no limits at all to the future of her brood. To those who knew her there is no mystery in the fact that a boy of nine, born in a country town many years before the talking pictures had brought the drama to every hamlet in the world, should have been born with the trick of creating dramatic narrative and the fierce longing to create it. Bangor, Maine, in the early 80’s knew little of the theater. I may have seen UNCLE TOM’S CABIN, Edwin Booth, Joe Jefferson and possibly one or two others, for in those days New York had no monopoly, our great actors played everywhere—but the theater meant less than nothing to my father and little more to any member of our community. [Illustration: