River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1879-12-25
on THE BOARDS.
A Pathetic Stage Loye-Scene as Actual
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The actor on the boards is not what
you in the audience thii k him.
Let us take him in fqgsdte delcto.
Here is a love scene:
Amanda exclaims the lover in the
most pathetic of tones. GOD, who reads
all hearts, can alone fathom the immen-
sity ofmy love for you," and then in an
undertone: Come little closer, Miss
Litzcat, or the effect will be lost"
Amanda-Can 1t indeed be true?
(Sotto voce-Don't squeeze my hand so;
you crush my fingers and my ring).
Yes, love you. (Heavens, | can't
here the prompterD
Lover (sotto voce IA little louder, if
you please, Mr.. Fresh.
Amanda-And from that fortunate
moment lyon smell dreadfully of
whisky.
Lover-sweet words! | assure you
| have not had more than my usual
cocktail) Repeat, Amanda
Amanda-(What can ] repeat? Mr..
Fresh is inaudibleD
The lovers look into the whites of
each others eyes, to the great satisfac-
ton of the audience, who applaud en-
Enthusiastically.
Enter the husband.
Husband-Ah, IN the very act tSlu-
pid public who does not appreciate
such situation, not an applause.)
IAN ice-cream publicto night
Just heaven! her husband
Amanda-Ahl (Faints. Who put
this chair here in the centre.)
Lover-Sir; you have killed herl
There's my land-lady in the orches-
ira J But, by heaven, if there be a
drop of blood in your veins
Husband-(My mustache is nearly
on Dare you add insult to injury !?
(Cut the scene, or we will be hissed.)
Amanda returning to consciousness
Theodore! Take care,voUr mustache
is nigh gomez Do mo- condemn me
this fatal appearance. pretend to
weep, and under cover of your hand
kerchief adjust your moustache.)
Lover-Come, sir, let us &c. out.
The What the devil are
you saying? There's another scene.
Husband-(What care |; do you wish
my moustache to fall off altogether p
Yes, let US go)-after the. fault--the
crime
Pfompter-Not those words, Mr..
Fresh.
Lover twho has misunderstood, and
does not know his lines Mot hose
words, sir.
Amanda For the love of heaven.
they are whispering in the parquet, and
the critics are looking and smiling)
Husband-And you sir, who have
forSotton-(Some of these days I'll
make it all right with that incorruptible
critic. I'll give him lesson.
Lover-(At billiards, where is he
more at honey Not another word, sir.
Your aims
Prompter--(Your arms, not aims.
What are you thinking OFF,
Amanda-(The manager Is beside
himself in the wings.
Lover-(To the with the man.
ager9 Your arms, | repeat?
Husband they are here (puts his
and in h.. coat pocket, and, then,
looking toward the wings, whispers in
an agitated tone), quick, have forgot
ten the pistols!
Amanda-Neyer MUD, leave that to
me. Be generous, and do not shed the
blood of an innocent being. / alone am
guilty, alone
Enthusiastic applause and boquets.l
Prompter-There's not word here
of all that.
Enter Leading Old NANNY daught.
er, you guilty? Great heavens, this
last blow was wanting to bring my gray
hairs with sorrow to the grave Il
came here in time; you were lost, eb p
Amanda falls on her knees, the hus-
band makes all sorts of grimaces to
keep his moustache on; the lover sig
nails to the milliner to meet him at the
stage door after the play. The prompt
er scratches his head. The manager
chafes inwardiy with rage, and the audi
ence applaud with frenzied enthusi-
asm.
Leading Old Man-1ake my curse!
(all right now.
Down goes the curtain, enthusiasm
and repeated calls. The quizzed pub
lie goes home exclaiming:
"N'hat sentiment Miss Litzcat posses
ses. And what an exquisite scene they
made of the love passages p
Aud the actors in the green-room:
"a pet of an audience, indeed ~
On this basis is registered new and
triumphant success.