"I beat my drum each week in a Sunday newspaper, hoping the lads will follow." "You feel you must beat that drum," he suggested.

"Beat it louder and louder and louder till all the world shall hear it." "Yes," Joan agreed, "I think that does describe me." He nodded.

"I thought you were an artist," he said.

"Don't let them ever take your drum away from you.

You'll go to pieces and get into mischief without it." "I know an old actress," he continued.