Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1885-05-13

married couple who issued therefrOm
felt a serene cOntentment with their
lot.
And Miss Matilda had found her
home.
In the Lobby
From the San Francisco Ingleside)
In the main room of the Baldwin
hotel, the other night, Mckee Rankin
and a number of old professionals
were swapping stage stories. Some of
them We're musty, but then they were
worth the laugh.
| Rankin recalled the old Philadelphia
days when John Quinlan had the WAL
nut Street theater.
One day the old fellow said very
grandiloquently to a large crowd Of
acquaintance and admirers in the lob
by:
"Well, gentlemen, next season this
house is going to open with entirely
new auspices
"Bedad!" CALCULATED his honest
treasurer, who was intensely Irish !;
I'm mighty sorry for that. I should
think the bad business We were doing
wild 'Mazeppa,' last season, would
teach We to leave horse pieces alone in
future.'
Another story came from the South
out of a town in Mississippi. Itseems
Tom Keene was there in his autumn
circuit, with q Richard III. company
OF magnificent proportions.
The doughty tragedian consulted the
leader OF the town orchestra as to the
music of the piece. Looking over the
selections which he had brought down
with him, Keene discovered that he
had forgotten to bring the march which
usually accompanies Richmond's en-
trance on the stage.
| 'However," said he, to the conduc-
tor" "any other march will do that
you know; only remember to make it
Something stirring and patriotic"
"All right" said the Southerner, as
senting. know just the thing''
| Keene went back on the stage and
dressed for the part. The play went
on swimmingly through the successive
acts. Theconductor and his orchestra
gave unexceptional satisfaction.
A flourish of trumpets gave the sig
nal for Richmond's approach. The SER
ried rank of martial supers advanced
to the dazzle of the footlights. Finally
came the mighty Richmond. The band
gave prolonged and warlike chord,
and then burst into the jocund strains
of "Dixie."
The actors listened and looked with
horror. But the audience rocked the
theater with applause, in which the
rebel yell was intermingled.
| Then someone told afunny anecdote
| about Lawrence Barrett's experience
in a Southern country town, where a.
circus was about the most extensive
show that ever reached the region.
Barrett had ventured down there
with vast quantities of paper. Huge
show-bills, in "ten stands" illumined
the country barns and village fences,
with the gorgeous panoply Of "Fran-
cesca da Rimini."
Barrett and his people alighted
from the stage, on the morning of the
opening day, a quiet, dusty, plain-clad
company.
| AS they wendell their way toward
the hotel veranda, they were surprised
to see large groups of people ranged
along the main street.
Presently gawky granger stepped
up to Barrett and drawled out:
"Say, mister, when does the pur-
ceshon an grand entry begin?"
Didn't Turn Pale.
The court and jury, as we'll as the
general public, enjoy the scene when
lawyer, in an attempt to badger or
browbeat witness, comes off second
best in the encounter. A correspond
ent recalls an amusing incident OF this
sort which happened a=few years ago
in a courtroom. The. plaintiff, who
was lady, was called upon to testify.
She got on very we'll and made ia
vorable impression on the jury, under
the guidance of her counsel until the
opposition subjected her to a sharp
cross-examination. This so confused
her that she became faint and fell to
the floor in a swoon. In cross-exam-
lining the next witness the counsel
asked:
"Did you see the plaintiff faint q
short time ago."
eyes, sir"
"People turn pale when they faint,
NO, not always.
"Did you ever hear of case of
fainting where the party did not turn
pale?"
eyes, sir.''
"Did you ever see such a case?"
Eyes, SIR
"When?''
"About a year ago."
"Where was it 20
''In this city"
"Who was it,"
"'Twas q negro, SIR
Peal after peal shook the court
room, in which the venerable Judge
joined. The defendants counsel lost
his case, not to say his temper.
Fate of the Florida.
From the Boston Globe]
A familiar feature of the Yale Har-
ward race course at New London, the
black and battered old hulk of the
war steamer Florida, will be missing
this year. The huge vessel was an
chored for many years at the grass
grown navy-yard wharf, near the fin
ish, and its rotten decks afforded an
excellent view of the college contests.
The Florida, which cost the govern
ment 81, 800; 900, was recently sold by
auction for less than $50, 900, and Mr..
Haskell, the contractor, of Boston, is
stripping her. The steamer made only
one trip, after which she was sent to
rot in the Brooklyn navy-yard, and
next was transferred to the New Lon
don yard. She was the fastest boat
in the government service, but her tire
mendous engines required so much
power that It is said the vessel could