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to give a whopping party as soon as the furnishings were set up.
This was one of the ways money got used up. As I told you,
the place was always full of bootleggers. Everybody was throwing
money around, and Liveright never seemed to care. It was
the treasurer who went crazy. This big party was organized,
and everybody came--including the usual freeloaders who thrive
on literary cocktail parties.
Free liquor! And interesting people.
Well, for that particular party, I remember Ford Maddox
Ford arriving. He was the man who wrote The Good Soldier. He
was terribly fat. He sat down on the brand new rattan couch,
and with a terrible crash he went right through it. I'll never
forget that. It was a great day.
Well, the change in Liveright's fortunes came. He was
always interested in the theater, and he decided to become a
When was this?
This was about 1923.
Right when you were starting then.
Yes, about 1923. He produced his first play in 1924.
The author was a young friend named Edwin Justice Mayer--another
regular at these parties.
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