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they came back refreshed to civilization—to the studio, to a whirl of exciting parties, to books and ideas, to the problems of ambition, to the chronicle office and a theatrical season just opening with hectic announcements of “alias jimmy valentine,” “the case of becky,” “the pink lady” and “the chocolate soldier.”...
hawkins was still in new york, assisting in the selection of a cast for his play—which to felix’s complete astonishment (for hawkins had not confided anything to him as to its theme or character) was announced as “tootsie-wootsie.” a farce!—with, as it further appeared, honeymoon couples and wrong bedrooms.... what? hawkins, the serious hawkins, who had so often called upon american drama to do its duty and deal with “the problems of the time”—he the author of a play called “tootsie-wootsie”?
the news of hawkins’s play brought up in felix’s mind a practical question which so far he had refused to consider. it had been exciting enough to be the acting dramatic critic of the chronicle; he had not wanted to look ahead any further. but when one day at lunch he ran into jennison (“the dean of the critical fraternity”), jennison asked him, “are you going to do the plays for the chronicle?” “yes, while hawkins is away,” felix told him. “does hawkins know it?” “yes—he asked me to.” “well,” said jennison, smiling, “then he’s a damn fool!” that was old jennison’s way of paying him an extravagant compliment. it was in its way an accolade. it was an initiation, by the grand past master, into the “critical fraternity.” and now felix felt obliged to consider the question of hawkins and hawkins’s play in its bearing upon his own career.
245if hawkins’s play failed—and most plays did fail—hawkins would return and resume his post on the chronicle. in that event, felix would be relegated to doing the odd jobs that hawkins did not want to do. he might even be put back to regular reporting. after all, the present arrangement merely provided for a dramatic critic in hawkins’s absence; it was not likely they would want two men continuously on the job. they had given felix another raise that fall; and when hawkins came back, he would have to earn his salary doing regular reporter’s work again, doubtless—if he could earn it that way. it was rather a dismal prospect.... felix hoped fervently that the serious-minded hawkins would somehow, improbably, turn out a success as a farceur.
but if it was a success, and hawkins resigned his position, how could felix know he would get it? after all, he was only twenty-three years old. and though by a fluke he was actually being for a while the dramatic critic of a great chicago newspaper, the idea that he should retain this position and be confirmed in its title was incredible. he wished that he were not so fatally young....
well—he could only wait and see what happened.
it was at this period that he began wearing a moustache—a short, well-defined moustache, aloof from the upper lip, trim and straight. nothing boyish, certainly about that moustache!
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felix and rose-ann had come back to chicago eager to see clive bangs again. they had been away just long enough to discover, in apparently all human beings except themselves, a fundamental lack of interest in all the ideas which most occupied their minds. talk, with people in general, was limited to an exchange of views, if not on the weather, at least on things equally obvious. they felt the need for talk, and so did clive; and all at once, after what now seemed to them these months of merely casual friendship, they became inseparable. the three of them lunched 246together daily at a corner table in a little hungarian restaurant where they found what they considered the best food in chicago—a fond trio, laughing, talking excitedly, arguing with the mingled gravity and extravagance of youth, sometimes rehearsing passionately in private the opinions which they would state tomorrow somewhat more soberly in print, and again discussing each other’s characters with ironic humour—perpetually criticizing and taking delight in each other’s criticism of life.
