FOR A BET

Hauraki Plains Gazette, Volume XXXXII, Issue 2769, 31 August 1931, Page 8

FOR A BET

GIRL’S REVOLVER HOLD-UP. Entering the dressing-room with the applause of a audience ringing in his ears, Carl Brisson, star of the “ Wonder Bar ” at the Streatham Hill Theatre, London, found himself staring straight down the barrel of a wicked-looking revolver—and the revolver was held by a girl. Seen by the London Sunday Chronicle later, Mt Brisson said: “After the matinee I ran along to my dress-ing-room. I pushed open the door of the room and found myself looking down the barrel of a revolver. It was held by a pretty, neatly-dressed girl with blonde hair. I stopped still in amazement, and the girl snapped out: ‘ Put ’em up ! ’ “ So, half smilingly and half from a ‘ safety first ’ point of view, I put up my hands. Then she told me to go down on my knees. She waved the gun menacingly at me. I still thought it might be a joke, but if the gun went off the joke would have been on me, so again I complied with the request. While I was on my knees with my hands above my head the girl, still pointing the revolver at me, moved towards the door. As she did so my door opened and my manager entered. He stood there amazed, and the girl jumped out of the door and ran along the passage. • “Miss Gwen Farrar, whose room is next to mine, arrived, and we gave chase, but the girl got to the stage door and jumped into a car waiting outside. “ She was out of sight before we could stop the car, but we got the number of the vehicle and a pochette which the girl dropped in the chase along the corridor.” In the handbag was a tiny autograph album bearing the name of Miss Gladys Gutteridge, with an address in Fulham. Seen by the London Sunday Chronicle, Miss Gutteridge said: “ I may as well tell you right away it was done for a bet. The other night I bet one .of my friends I could have Carl Brisson on his knees to me. Well, I borrowed a revolver—not a real one —and dodged into the theatre on a friend's card. I intended to get his autograph to prove that I had actually done what I said I could do, but when the door opened unexpectedly I became scared and.ran away. But I have now'got the autograph—thanks to the kindness of Mr Brisson—and I.have won my bet.”