Edwin Booth complains to Jervis McEntee that the weather is rainy, causing "the blues & achey bones." Business is now good, but it was slow when he was in New York because his performances were too close to the 'scoop,' the operas, and the…
Edwin Booth reflects on his past, his career, the theater, etc. to Jervis McEntee. He confides that his expenses are up, his income is down, and he is currently unable to assist some friends, a totally new experience for him.
At the early morning hour of one o'clock, Edwin Booth writes to Jervis McEntee that he may not be able to write again for quite some time. As he ages, he is more reticent and less likely to gabble. "I was very old when I was born, and the many…
Edwin Booth confesses to Jervis McEntee that he has been busy, and thus has neglected to write until now. Booth talks about his schedule and having his wardrobe packed for the tour. He refers to "my domestic disappointment" and "home affairs." He…
Edwin Booth writes to Jervis McEntee because he has heard of the death of McEntee's father. Booth recalls his own reaction when he lost his own mother, and knows the grief that McEntee feels. Booth is concerned because McEntee has been ill,…
Edwin Booth writes to Jervis McEntee: "I have this moment rcd your card for Century written yesterday. I did not see you in the box or surely would have sent for you. I wish you had asked for Chase or Bromley-or sent word by an usher & the door…
Edwin Booth tells Jervis McEntee that the confusion with the McEntee's check and Booth's bank has been cleared up. Booth hopes that they will not be troubled any more about it. Booth confides that he is tiring and needs more rest than in the past.
Edwin Booth sends a ticket "for my performance of the 'The Moor;'" to John Collier. Booth requests that he be allowed to retain a costume for Richelieu; and asks if Collier enjoyed "the develtries of Iago the other night." Both paper and evelope are…
Edwin Booth writes a letter on Grand Hotel stationary to Luke Lockwood commenting on the release of the man who tried to assassinate him (Edwin) in 1879 and recounting an incident when he mistook a noise in the theater for a "pistol snap."
Edwin Booth reports to Huntington on his success as manager of The Boston Theatre for three weeks, adding that "the war does not seem to affect business."
Edwin Booth addresses a letter to "My Dear Sirs" regretting that he is "obliged now to travel and work hard to make up the losses on one little day." A sentence or two has been sliced out of the first page.