Fred Terry
Fred Terry (9 November 1863 – 17 April 1933) was an English actor and theatrical manager. After establishing his reputation in London and in the provinces for a decade, he joined the company of Herbert Beerbohm Tree where he remained for four years, meeting his future wife, Julia Neilson. With Neilson, he played in London and on tour for 27 further years, becoming famous in sword and cape roles, such as the title role in The Scarlet Pimpernel.
Biography
Terry was born in London into a theatrical family. His parents, Benjamin (1818–1896) of Irish descent, and Sarah (née Ballard) (1819–1892), of Scottish ancestry, were comic actors in a touring company based in Portsmouth (where Sarah's father was a Wesleyan minister) and had eleven children of which Fred was the youngest son. At least five of these became actors: Kate, Ellen, Marion, Florence and Fred. Two other children, George and Charles, were connected with theatre management.
Terry's sister Kate was a very successful actress until her marriage and retirement from the stage in 1867, and his sister Ellen became the greatest Shakespearean actress of her time. His great nephew (Kate's grandson), John Gielgud, became one of the twentieth century's most respected actors. Terry was educated in London, France and Switzerland.
Terry, Fred Filmography
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2011, role: actor
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2008, role: actor
Terry, Fred Filmography
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2012, role: actor , character name: Himself
Terry, Fred Filmography
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1922, role: actor
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Fruit Tree
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound
It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground
So men of fame, can never find a way
Till time has flown far from their dying day
Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while
A much updated ruin from a much outdated style
Life is but a memory, happened long ago
Theater full of sadness, for a long forgotten show
Seems so easy, just to let it go on by
Till you stop and wonder, why you never wondered why
Safe in the womb of an everlasting night
You find the darkness can give the brightest light
Safe in your place deep in the earth
That's when they'll know what you were really worth
Forgotten while you're here, remembered for a while
A much updated ruin from a much outdated style
Fame is but a fruit tree, so very unsound
It can never flourish, till its stalk is in the ground
So men of fame, can never find a way
Till time has flown far from their dying day
Fruit tree, fruit tree, no-one knows you but the rain and the air
Don't you worry, they'll stand and stare when you're gone
Fruit tree, fruit tree, open your eyes to another year