St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-09-26
SIDEWALK ETCHlNGS.

That charming little cantatrice, Minnie
Hauk, whose bird-like voice has charmed the
ears of St. Paul lovers of music, is cutting a
wide Swath on the Pacific coast and the
golden dollars are flowing glittering stream
into the Golfers of her manager, and while
she is profiting by her popularity, sharp
fingered spectators are replenishiug their
own exchequers by purchasing tickets at
ordinary prices as soon as the boX-Office
opens, and holding them until the grand
rush, when they dispose of them at an ad-
vance of So or So, taking their chances on
securing a seat in the gallery.
A pretty little story is told of Minnie, which
is said to be true in every detail. While at
Seattle one afternoon, with two of her lady
friends, she concluded to go out on the sound
for a few hours crab fishing. They didn't
want male escort, and consequently they
kept their proposed trip secret. The after
noon selected for the excursion came, and
with nets and spears they embarked in a
boat, and Minnie being good oarswoman,
the trio were soon out on the water, jabbering
away about everything but the object of their
venture. They were getting along swim
mingly when the boat came TO standstill
Looking over the side they found that they
were stuck fast in the mud of an oyster bed,
and as the tide was going out and they were
q mile and half from shore, there were the
brightest prospects for f1ve-hours vigil
The case was rendered more critical from the
fact that Minnie was billed to sing at the
opera house that night and it looked very
much as though she would not be able to
keep the engagement.
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It was q dilemma and all the ingenuity of
the three women was brought to bear on the
case, but every minute the water went
lower and the boat stuck faster They at
last gave up in despair and settled down 10
wait till the tide should lift the boat out of
the mud. They sat there two hours in the
hot sun and their faces were well burned,
when their attention was attracted by a
shout, and turning they saw the
old weather-beaten keeper of the oyster
bed sitting several hundred yards away
in his boat grinning at them. They beck
oned TO him, and leaving his boat in deep
water, he rolled up his trousers and wading
over to where the ladies were, tried to shove
off their boat, but it was no use, it wouldn't
move.
''Ye'n have ter set hyar till Their tide lifts
yer off, said the old gentleman.
"Well, we just WON'T" said Minnie, ex-
citedly.
Yer will eff yer don't wade,'' said the old
man with broad grin.
The ladies shuddered and looked at each
other dispairingly. But Minnie was equal to
the emergency, and bending over to remove
her shoes and stockings, she said: swell, I'd
swim before I'd sit here in this sun another
hour"
When the dressing of her feet was re-
moved she tucked her skirts up and, taking
the hand of the old fisherman, she stepped
overheard. She sank half to her knees in
mud, but she gritted her teeth and stood it
like martyr aud was soon safely landed in
her escorts boat. Encouraged by the exam
pie of the little singer her two COM
panions went through the same performance,
and an hour later the three were safely
slowed away in the privacy of their room at
the hotel, painting their almost blstered
faces with cream. Minnie didn't catch
crab, but she caught the audience that night,
as usual.
Minnie's husband enjoys the unusual
pleasure of being able to manage his wife.
This is the case in public, whether it is so in
private or not. and he manages her very sue
cessfully. L. H. Wartegg is the gentlemans
name and he wears Herr Won ahead of it
when east of the Mississippi river Mr.. War
tegg is an ex-Dewspaper man, who climbed
the ladder of fame far enough to reach the
distinction of journalist, then he few off on
a tangent and turned his ability to the the
atrical arena. where his aptitude for writing
up flattering notices captivated the charming
little diva and she surrendered her heart to
him, Internationally.
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Billy Florence in all his characters has
none to which he is so peculiarly suited as
that of Bardwell Slote, NJ. G. 1t requires but
little eXertion on his part to play the role,
and behind the scenes he is the same eccen-
trio, erratio man that he appears to the peO-
pie before the footlights He sat in his dress
ing-room last Thursday night after the Sec
ond act, putting like a pOrpoise. He had
thrown off his coat and was in his shirt
l.
sat en- shelf opposite. ''rhis is the hottest
weather that l ever saw this time of the
Y ear" he said. "You see it takes hold of
me because We don't play in the summer.
and this caught US unexpectedly It's twice
as disagreeable, for when a fellows all
painted and creased up this way, he's got to
let himself sweat. You see If he attempts
to wipe it OFF, why Off comes the paint, and
fellow would look like ComaEche Indian on
the warpath. I'm pleased over what the
papers said of my new play, 1.-THE
Flirt." l was afraid that it was
going to be failure. It's the hardest thing
to get good play nowadays. If I've written
one play this season. l guess / have thirty,
and none of them suited me. There's money
in good catchy plays if anybody can write
them" In ordinary conversation Mr.. Flor
ence's voice has that peculiar twang so no.
ticeable when, as Bardwell Slote, he orders
a gin cocktail and admonishes the waiter to
have it made d. s., d-n strong.
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IF there is one thing in this orange-shaped
world that Mrs. L. n. Scott detests more than
another it is q cigarette with fire at one end
and a two-tined dude that the wind could
whistle through at the other. ANY one en-
tering the managers Office at the Grand can
come in with nine-pound cigar with a far
away cast of countenance aud nothing is
said, but just as soon as man smok-
ing a cigarette pokes his head through
the door a female voice is heard
by sound as the rush of mighty
winds and the man with the cigarette usually
from the interior. If a cigarette
smoker gets caught in this trap it is his own
fault, for ON a neat little banner of satin.
hanging on the Office wall facing the door, are
the words, Cigarette smoking not allowed in
this office" They are small. easy-looking
words, but they weigh about a ton apiece.
A fashionable turnout was going down
Third street yesterday afternoon. Between
two wheels sat a square body, highly polished.
1t was drawn by stately-looking horse in
harness. In the vehicle sat
1ashionably dressed woman, and on the seat
beside her and in the bottom of the affair sat
six shaggy, silly-looking poodles.
what kind of rig is that?' inquired one
man of another as the outfit passed.
The man addressed looked at the team and
turning to his friend said: Don't you know
what that is?'
mo
why, that's dog cart
"Oh, yes"
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Ehle Allen is an epicure. The latest luxury
that his appetite has reached out for is maca-
roni, and he sits down to dish of this Italian
dainty with as much grace as would Doge
OF venice. A few days ago friend of EaIe's
sent him case of Italian sunset wine. and