The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-09-20


could recover his wits.
Artemus delighted to flip the sedate
responsibility of Boston, while loving
the place sincerely. One day, in the
early afternoon, having lecture to de-
liver that evening, some of his friends
concluded that he would not be able to
talk so well at night if he kept on talk
ing in front of the bar at the Parker
House. They accordingly insisted on
an immediate adjournment, and Arte-
mus, suspecting the game, determined
to revenge himself. He locked arms
with two gentlemen very well known,
indeed, in the city-one a manager of
the leading theatre, the other public
officer, high in the confidence and books
of the Commonwealth, and walked off
with them along the city's most crowd
ed and fashionable thoroughfare. Act
ing as if he was in the custody and
needed the care of his companions, and
making his voice conspicuously loud,
Artemus began; Gentlemen, you are
probably aware that the noble red man,
the Incompatible savage of our plains,
forests and mountain Businesses, whom
l have studied closely in his native
wilds, has various modes of expressing
the emotions which swell his generous
bosom and of giving voice to the cere-
monial traditions inherited from an i'm
memorial ancestry. His cries and his
dances are equally peculiar and he has
particular sort of whoop for each par
SECULAR occasion. The scalp dance, the
war dance, the bear dance, the dance
of skulls, each has its appropriate hal
loo, and SO has the feast of the moon,
the harvest feast and so forth. But no
verbal description, gentlemen. can give
you an idea of these vigorous cries.
They must be heard to be appreciated
and to him who has never heard them
they are startling as the revelations of
lifetime. In illustration of what
have said, gentleman. | will now pro-
coed to give you an imitation of the yell
OF the noble savage as, tomahawk in
hand, he springs exultant from his am
bush upon the astounded foe"
Thereupon Browne executed start
ling and tremendous war-whoop, which
made people turn for blocks around and
drew upon him the attention of thou
sands.
81 will now give you," said Artemus,
after regaining his breath, "a faint imi-
tation of the warriors cry as he returns
to his wigwam, the scalp of his slain
enemy dangling in CORY ghastliness at
his belt"
Another war-whoop; and thus the
scamp kept up his game for a mile or
SO, until his friends got him at last to
his hotel.
1t was in 1868 that The Dukes Mot
to" was first played in New York 1t
had been imported--the English trans
lation-by an Irish actor. Mcdonnell. |
who intended playing ''Lagardere.
VIM. Wheatley, however, who brought
it out, took the part of ''Lagardere"
fergus" While the piece was being
played the draft riots broke out, and
business fell off to almost nothing.
wanted to close the house,
but his contract forbade it, so he fell
sick conveniently, and McDonnell's am
bition was satisfied, he played "Lagar-
iere" and Doyle. another of the COM
pany, acting 'Carrickferous." They
played, however, to less than would
pay for gas-bills, and at last Wheatley
ocked the house up in absolute disgust.
Did man Salisbury. quaint musician
and Briton, was in the orchestra at the |
lime. Some one said to him: why, |
salisbury, | see your house is closed
what's the matter? 'Wel, you see,' he
'eplied slowly. mcdonnell, he under
ook to play 'Lagardere,' and DOYLE he
undertook to play 'Carrickfergus,' and
he two undertakers have buried the
,iece.
Indeed. almost all actors, who are
eally welded to their profession, I'M
learn to think their life up
m the boards the real one and all else
My counterfeit and tinsel This makes
hem miscalculate the actual proper
ion of things, but helps them to be-
ONE delightful companions. Joseph |
Jefferson. charming gentleman and the
most natural and unaffected of all ac-
ors. is yet nearly as much an actor off
he stage as on-in both places, howev-
+, perfectly aware of the force of the
maxim TART est celare artem." Some
ctors, indeed, carry their art with
hem to the very brink of the dark river.
,ph Horn, the lannon's jester and min
trel, when he was dying was under the
care of big-hearted Tony Pas
Or. He suffered much, and Tony was
fraid his nervous system would break Z
own. Now, old man." said he, Il
now you'll do the best you can. All
us have TO face this sort of music one
ay or another. There's no help for it.
.ou always were q plucky chap, and |
now you amt going to funk now; are
on, Eph?" well. Tony, no; / reckon
OF. There isn't any use in kicking =
gainst the pricks; BESIDES" whispered
he old minstrel, with feeble attempt r
t smile, You know l always was a
God end man - And with that he is
,rned over and died. baltimore Dag. u
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