Just a brief line in one or two theatrical papers recorded what is, to
us, one of the most interesting events of the month.
“Kay Laurel last evening stepped into the role heretofore held by Helen
Barnes in ‘Ladies’ Night’ at the Eltinge theater.”
So it read. And our mind goes back to the Kay Laurel who but a few brief
years ago was the toast of Broadway. The Kay Laurel of enticing face and
figure of which artists and illustrators raved. The Kay Laurel who wed
Winnie Sheehan, the left bower of the Fox Film Corporation.
Kay may have been seen many times lately on Broadway with the younger
Selwyn of the theatrical clan of that name. And now we find her in an A.
H. Woods’ piece. Perchance, we may be pardoned for lively curiosity as
to exactly why Selwyn did not place her in a large, secure part in one
of his own enterprises. Especially in view of the marked interest he
apparently holds for her.
And the public, not conversant with what everyone in the business knows,
may ask why Winnie Sheehan, all-powerful film figure that he is, has not
relented and placed her with a picture company.
But the birds of film row whisper that Winnie’s heart is hard,—that
there will be no more reunions. Kay, on the other hand, protests on
every opportunity that her feeling for her husband, her big Irish lover,
as she calls him, is as strong as the day he led her to the altar.
So Kay stands again before the footlights, and Winnie, well, Winnie
watchfully waits. And Broadway smiles.
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