Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1886-04-16
THE CHANGE IN MARY AMBER
SON

From the st. Paul Daily Globe.
The impression that Miss Anderson is
cold in her acting was completely re-
versed last night. Mary has got the art
of hugging down to very fine point.
Up to within the past two years she had
a mechanical way of throwing her arms
around her lover, much as Il windmill
would reach out in its slow whirl and
swoop up an imprudent observer who
had imprudently gotten within the reach
of its swoop, or as tall trees in the month
of January catch at each other with their
long. gaunt arms rs though they were
pushed to an odious duty by some resist
less obligation. But it is different now.
Mary hugs as naturally as an unSophiSti-
Gated country maiden would fold her
arms round the object of her guleleSs
hearts tenderest love. There is no
Gr;cco-Roman style or armSlength feat
ture about it as represented last night.
but a warm. ardent. clinging. rib-break-
inc. Notwithstanding, never-let-loosc
squeeze that has a tendency to make the
shiny-hcaded occupants of the front par
qtIet rows ret up and sit on the backs of
their seats.
When Mary throws her arms open and
closes them around the object of her
alteration it looks like white whirlpool
of bliss, into whose vortex any animated
object. from an automatic churn to Il
| lifetime to be drowned for one short.
sweet. blissful minute. Her hug is graft
| fyingly barren of amateurishness it is
a thing of life, beauty, grandeur, an add
mirable creation that any man would be
willing to lose his scalp to stand in with.
| And then when the tapering arms are
well around their victim. the fingers are
| interlocked and spasmodic squeezes are
apparent that put wild fancies of divorce
and Paris green into the minds of huS-
bands and fathers. 1t is stimulant for
the aged and intrm; it is sea of I'M
fashionable bliss that the mddle-aged
long to drink to the last drop, and it is "A
thing that fills the hearts of the youths
with a wild and untamed hankering. 1t
is a cyclone of happiness that any man
would be happy to allow himself to be
caught up by and mopped all over the
ground with, from Honolulu to Uper-
navik.
Mary carries a kiss around with her
which is so light and immaterial that she
stands in no danger of having to pay
excess of baggage on it. 1t is Il sort of a
twinkle. twinkle little star" arrange
ment that leads every woman who has
loved to wonder what it is. 1t is kind
of reserved affair, such as every married
woman has, and trots out along the last
of October. and uses to induce her hus-
band to blow himself in on sealskin
sacque. 1t is AN emergency. A cold.
cherries, clammy, compound of careless
ness and indifference. IA thing that Il man
would prefer to receive on the back of
his head or the bosom of his shirt. 1t
"smacks" not of ardor and affection. 1t
has no soul. 1t comes and goes, leaving
no trace of its presence, exciting no SYM
pathy, receiving no pity. 1t is farce,
without the spirit of humOr and devoid
of the tint of pathos. 1t is sterile
waste. Cold and barren as North sea
iceberg, unfeeling. heartless.
Mary should learn to kiss, and kiss ac-
cording to HOye, Kiss so that after the
deal she would leave a royal flush on the
cheek of the kissee If Mary would pay
a little attention to kissing she could cul-
tivate an article that would cause the
footlights to pale with envy and make
the stage carpenter pound his ear on his
tool chest with admiration. She is built
right to kiss with stunning effect. Her
lips are full and red her neck is swan
like; she could approach man from the
rear, lean over his shoulder, look down
through his eyes into his boots, glue her
lips to his, draw in her breath, compress
her lips for an instant, then suddenly
part them-biff bang! and everybody
would shut their eyes and yell for some
body to turn the hose on them. Until
Mary goes ints training to improve the
condition of her kiss there will be some
thing lacking in her acting that cannot
be entirely buried beneath the multitude
of her charming accomplishments.