g to write me to Chicago I immediately left
for New York.

I am glad you are doing so very big in Boston. They say you are
going to stay all season. Things are terrible with me in London,
and the interests I had outside of London have been shocking. I am
hoping and believing, however, that all will be well again on the
little island--the island that I am so devoted to.

In this letter, it is worth adding, Frohman made one of his very rare
confessions of bad business. He only liked to write about his affairs
when they were booming.

_To Margaret Mayo Selwyn, New York, November 30, 1914:_

I was glad to receive your letter. I have been thinking about the
revival of the play you mentioned. In fact, the thought has been a
long one--three years--but I haven't reached it yet. I have been
thinking more about the new play you are writing for me. I know you
now have a lot of theaters, a lot of managers, and a lot of
husbands and things like that, but, all the same, I _want_ that
play. My best regards.

_Frohman loved sweets. He went to considerable trouble sometimes to get
the particular candy he wanted. Here is a letter that he wrote to
William Newman, then manager of the Maude Adams Company, in care of the
Metropolitan Opera House, St. Paul:_

Will you go to George Smith's Chocolate Works, 6th and Robert
Streets, St. Paul, and get four packages of Smith's Delicious Cream
Patties and send them to me to the Knickerbocker Hotel, New York?

_Frohman had his own way of acknowledging courtesies. A London friend,
Reginald Nicholson, circulation manager of the Times, sent him some
flowers to the Savoy. He received this reply from the manager, scrawled
with blue pencil on a sheet of hotel paper:_

A lot of thanks from Savoy Court 81.

Frohman's apartment for years at the Savoy Hotel was Savoy Court 81.

_To Paul Potter, written from the Blackstone, Chicago, in February,
1915:_

Dear Paul:

I received your telegram, and was glad to get it. The sun is
shining here and all is well. I hope to see you Saturday night at
the Knickerbocker.

C. F.

This is in every way a typical Charles Frohman personal note. He usually
had one thing to say and said it in the fewest possible words.

_One day Frohman sent a certain play to his brother Daniel for
criticism. On receiving an unfavorable estimate of the work he wrote him
the follo