Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1881-04-28

willing to pay for the cream that goes
into cheese, and will give premium for |
hams from which most of the moisture |
has been extracted. They are ready to
give full value for all they receive. They
are anxious to abandon the use of infe-
rior or worthless articles of food.-Chi. !
c0go Times. !
Some Fanny Scenes Not Down ON the
Bills.
The Forrest Amateur Dramatic Asso-
citation, of Philadelphia, was playing
a young man named, l think, White,
assumed the parts of "Pierre" and
ssJaffier.'' In the last scene, where both
of the conspirators die, Little had to give
UP the ghost first, which he did to the
great satisfaction of the groundlings,
staggering all over the place, and giving
convulsive gasps, etc., taking care, how
ever, to give his last kick in the exact
center of the stage. The other TRACE.
dian then commenced his go-as-you.
please walk-around preparatory to shut
fling off. 1t seems that he also had
made calculations to die on this desira-
BILE spot, and finding himself baked in
this, he determined to fall as near the
center as possible. AS the circle of
Whites staggering became smaller,
Little became visibly uneasy. He bore
it manfully, however, until White began
to totter as if ready to drop. Then his
courage left him and casting aside every
regard for appearances, he electrified
the audience by sitting up suddenly and
crawling nearer to the wings, when he
again laid himself out. This was too
much for the audience, and it is safe to
say that never was a heavy tragedy
ended amid such shouts of laughter as
was s. Venice Preserved - that night.
Another funny incident occurred at
McVicker's Theater, Chicago, in those
good old days when stock companies
flourished, and the bill was changed
weekly. This necessitated a great deal
of studying and hastily gotten-up cos
TUNES. 1 don't remember much about
the plot of the play, except that young
girl, in love with the hero, disguised
herself as a page in order to fol-
low him in battle, where she is slain.
On the first night Manager McVicker,
who was and is very particular about
matters of dress, discovered that the
young woman who took the part of the
page had slippers on. g Don't you
know any better than to wear slippers
on a field of battleP'' he demanded. She
timidly replied that :" she had neither
time nor money to get boots on such short
notice. "Well," said McVicker, "you
must borrow pair, or do something,
for certainly shall not allow you to go
on in those slippers" The poor girl
leading man, seeing her distress, ten
1 dered her the loan of pair of top boots,
an offer which she gladly accepted, in
lieu of nothing better. They were rath-
er large, to be sure, but she managed to
navigate in them pretty well, and
things went on smoothly until the scene
OF her death. While she is lying dead
on the battle field the hero and his serv-
ant meander in, and discovering who
she is. the former delivers a touching
eulogy over her remains, and then or
| ders his servant to take her off, while he
INDUCES in an effective soliloquy la the
melancholy Dane. AS the man dragged
| her off by the arm-pits, the poor page
found that in spite of her frantic efforts
to keep them on, she was slowly and
surely being pulled out of her boots.
The man kept on pulling, however, UNI
til he had her in the wings, and the big
| boots were left on the stage with the dis
consulate hero. Imagine his feelings!
especially when small voice from the
| gallery piped out, IS She left them for
! remembranceS."
| While have been writing this ''ower
true tale,n an amusing story, related to
me by an old retired actor, occurs to
me. Though it dida't take place in a
death scene exactly, still it was very
funny. A young utility man was cast
| for the part of a Roman soldier, who
| PUSHES in to announce that call is lost,
the citadel has been taken,n etc. Think
| ing his youth and smooth face did not
| look soldierly enough, he determined to
/ wear heavy mustache and wig. Ac-
cordingly when the night came Johnny
stood L. U. E., ready to spring on at his
cue, in brave array. A fierce black
mustache shading his upper lip, his wig
surmounted by one of those futed tin
helmets, and in his gallant right hand
| he held a spear. At last his cue was
given, and he rushed on. He came on
with such bounce, however, that his
wig and helmet slipped back, exposing
| his light short hair underneath. he
hastily clapped his hand to his head, and
held on his cake-pan helmet while ne
began his announcement. Horror! One
side of his mustache, which fastened
with springs in the nostrils, had become
loosened and fell across his mouth; ne
pushed it up and again essayed to speak,
and again it fell across bis mouth. IN
the desperation Of despair he frantically
/, pulled the thing off and threw it in the
wings, and after giving his lines, made
! his ignominious exit, still ciutching his
helmet, in an agony of modification
| Nuns Crinkle's Paper.
Miss Leila Robinson, of Boston, who
has successfully pursued a course OF law
studies for three years, has applied TO
be admitted to the bar. She is the first
lady to claim the right to practice law
in Massachusetts,.