Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-06-26

member that one writer said cit was an
insult to the intelligence of the public )"
Then followed discussion, in which, am
afraid, there was some little heat displayed
on both sides. Finally the editor said
" Well, he is but IS years old, and we can
afford to wait, and see."
WE HAVE WAITED,
And Mr.. Chairman have we not seen?
Applause. But, pardon me, my five
minutes are good deal more than up, and
| will say no more DIR. Ever resumed
his seat amidst calls to "go on" Rising
again, he said A food of thoughts come
to the mind, but l will only say one thing
We all know that the mantle of the father
has fallen to the son. But | do not believe
there are many here who are aware of
what the exact cut of that mantle is, and
of what peculiar material it was made.
What | am going to say occurred three
years before the event of which | have just
spoken. Young Booth was then only tif-
teen years old. The famous father was
strongly opposed to either of his sons
adopting the profession of the stage. 1t
so happened that while the father was
playing an engagement at the Boston Mu-
scum, some of the members of the com.
pany, induced the boy Edwin to try some
subordinate part in Richard III.
THE FIRST INTIMATIoN
The father had of the. fact was seeing his
sons name on the theater placard at the
door of the museum. Are you going TO
take that part J" said the father to the
boy. Yes, father" was the reply.
"Well, you are fool, was the laconlc
Al.
toned to assist his father in the dressing
room, and it was the invariable custom of
the father. after riding home at the close
of play, to attire himself in a red flannel
dressing gown, put on red flannel night
cap, eat a bowl of Cruel and then retire.
The evening Of the performance came. The
boy, attired for the part, presented himself
IN MS fathers dressing. room. His father,
prepared for the stage, was sitting with
his feet up, smoking cigar. Are you
going to take that part ;" was the paternal
salutation. eyes. father "Well, are
you letter perfect ?" "I think | am,
father" the boy responded. 'Bos-
worth field, eh?" said the father,
eying his boy from head to foot
"How did you get there sir?" This set
the boy a-thinking. 81 suppose, father, l
must have got there on horseback.
Well, where are your spurs, then :"
"They didn't give me any from the prop
erty-room. "Well, here, take mine.
And the boy unbuckled the spurs from his
fathers feet and put them on his own.
After the play they both returned home in
a carriage together, the father silent all the
way. Arrived at home, the father donned
his dressing gown, sat down to the little
stand on which was his bowl of Cruel, the
boy meantime taking his seat on the other
side of the stand. The great tragedian
picked up his red flannel night cap in
silence, and after a moments hesitation,
rose, leaned forward, clapped it ON the
boys head, and showing the bowl over to
him, said, "There, eat your Cruel" Zap
plause.l Such was the peculiar cut and
shape, and such was the material out of
which the mantle was made that fell by
the great fathers own hands, from his own
head to the head of his great son. Laugh
ter and applause