Die? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
John BarrymoreMy head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.
John BarrymoreDie? I should say not, dear fellow. No Barrymore would allow such a conventional thing to happen to him.
John BarrymoreMy head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.
John Barrymore