The current selection for the book club of which I am a proud member is film pioneer Mack Sennett‘s memoir, King of Comedy: The Lively Arts, cowritten with Cameron Shipp and published back in 1953. 
I’m only a few chapters in (it’s still the 19-teens), but it is already a treasure trove of early 20th century arcanea, lost slang and bon mots. One of my favorite phrases: a passing reference to the ” smick-smack girls with gleaming legs” on the burlesque stage.
I’ve never been one of those bubble bath type of gals, but now I’m second-guessing myself. Sennett, a reflective fellow as well as bon vivant, notes at what point expounds on the motivational and personal power of a good soak in the tub: “I don’t see how a man who can lounge around in a tiled bathroom could ever become a communist.”
The Abbott Gran Medicine Show 