Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1879-12-25
NO. l.
ON THE BOARDS.
A Pathetic Stage Loye-Scene as Actual
ly Rendered.
New YORK Eranbic

ly Rendered.
New York Graphic.
The actor on the boards is not what
you in the audience think him.
| Let us take him in fdgrate deicto.
Here is love scene:
Amanda" exclaims the lover in the
most pathetic of tones. God, who reads
all hearts, ,can alone isthom 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 (sGsto voce "A little louder, if
you please, Mr.. Fresh.
Amanda-And from that fortunate
moment (you 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. (Stu-
pid public who does not appreciate
such a situation, not an applause.
Lover An ice-cream publcto night
just heavenl her husband
Amanda-Ahl (Faints. Who put
this chair here in the centre.
Lover-Sir; you have killed heri
There's my land-lady in the orches-
ira } But, by heaven, if there be
drop of blood in your veins
Husband-(My mustache is nearly
of) Dare you add insult to injury?
Cut the scene, or we will be hissed.)
Amanda (returning to consciousness)
Theodore! (Take care,your mustache
is nigh gomez Do not condemn me
this fatal appearance. Pretend to
weep, and under cover of your hand
kerchief adjust your moustache.)
Lover-Come, sir, let us 60 out.
The Prompter-What the devil are
you saying? There's another scene.
Husband.(What care [; do you wish
my moustache to fall off altogetherN
Yes, le6 us go)-after the fault-the
crime
Prompter-Not those words, Mr..
Fresh.
Lover (who has misunderstood, and
does not know his lines)-Not 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
forgotten-(Some Of these days I'll
make it all right with that incorruptible
critic I'll give him lesson.)
Lover-(A At billiards, where is he
more at home?) Not another word. sir.
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
agerD Your arms, l repeat?
Husband-TheY are here (puts his
hand in his coat pocket, and, then,
looking toward the wings, whispers in
an agitated tone), quick, [ have forgot
ten the pistols
Amanda-Never miud, leave that to
me. Be generous, and do not shed the
blood of an innocent being. [ alone am
guilty, alone
Enthusiastic applause and boquets.
Prompter-There's not a 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 grimacc-1 to
keep his moustache on; the lover sig
mails to the milliner to meet him at the
stage door after the play. The prompt
er scratches his head. The manager
chafes inwardly with rage, and the audi
ence applaud with frenzied enthusi-
| asm.
Leading Old Man-Take my curse!l!
(all right now.
Down goes tne curtain, enthusiasm
and repeated calls. The quizzed pub
lie goes home exclaiming:
"What sentiment Miss Litzcat posses
ses. And what an exquisite scene they
made of the love passages P'
Aud the actors in the green-room:
GA pet of an audience, indeed p
On this basis is registered new and
triumphant success.
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