The Lambertville record., 1888-03-07
THE BADDELEY CAKE.
SCENE IN OLD oRURY Ar / O'CLOCK
IN THE MORNING.

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IN THE MORNING.
A Notable Throng Which Represents the
High Bohemia of London-Telling the
Story of THE Baddeley Cake''-The
Dance Begins.
The curtain rises. Rises on a stage with a
small white table in the center and long
white tables on either side Behind them,
taking up the whole width Of the stage, are
a series of terraces, in bright yellow and
black, reaching, it seems to the ceiling at
the back. On each terrace are white tables
and black coated walters standing rigidly in
line, who, as the applause breaks out, bow
and smile and bow and smile again. Under
the many lights the salads and pates look
appetizing, the banks of glasses glitter in
crystal, and the dark green Of the cham
pagne bottles has a cool and inviting look.
The scenery with which the stage has been
boxed is taken from the famous ssArnor
Scene, and the result is picture to look at
The applause continues until Mr. Fernandez
appears Mr.. Fernandez Is an elderly gem
tleman with curling locks. He IS the custo-
dian of the Drury Lane fund, and by way of
introduction he tells the story of s'The Bad
deley Cake
1t appears that 100 years ago the green
room of Drury Lane was by sacred custom
annually given over to feasting and merri-
ment upon the recurrence Of Twelfth
Night" In 1874 Robert Baddeley, COM
edian to whom the little anniversaries were
especially pleasant, died. In his will he set
apart 9l00 as fund whose income should
annually be used to furnish on Twelfth
Night" bowl of punch and a cake to the
green room. The request, Mr. Fernandez
states, has been faithfully observed since Bad
deley's time. OF late years, however, Mr..
Augustus Harris, the proprietor of Drury
Lane, had added TO Mr.. Baddeley's 93 few
hundred more Of his own and invited his
friends to join in the ceremonial. Mr.. Fer
nandez goes further, talks about the pleas
ures which attach to observing the tradi-
tions of the theatre; of the pleasures OF
friendly meeting and other pleasant things,
making altogether a clever speech of well
come. sThe audience like it and he bows and
walks to the little table, takes up the carving
knife and holds its Damocletian sword
over large round white cake with red and
green icing in the center. This is the Bad
deley cake.
THE CAKE IS READY.
The cake is ready, but the audience Is not.
They wish first to hear from Mr.. Harris.
There are loud cries from the floor and the
boxes of "Harrism "Harrisn where is
Gust" and "Show up, old boyin In response
there mounts the stage on the left man of
medium age, medium height and medium
stoutness. His hair is perceptibly thin on
top, but his face is round and his brown eyes
are bright and young and merry. This is
"Gusn Harris, the famous ''Gus,n merry
maker in chief to all the children, young
and old, of London, from Marlborough house
to Hackney. He speaks easily and gives
them all a modest off hand welcome He
trusts that the occasion is as pleasant to them
as it is to him. He declines to say more, be-
cause the cake waits and the time has come
to cut it. He invites them up and they
come. They first pass the cake and seek
each a crumb. because there Is great luck to
the recipient In the Baddeley cake. Then
they mount the terraces, line the tables and
pack the stage until in few moments old
Drurys boards are great high hill of feast
ing, laughing humanity in silks and broad
cloths reaching down to wide prairie Of the
same below.
The champagne flows like water. 1t is not
iced, but simply cool. They drink it at the
normal temperature in England, and value
its bouquet, something 10 which the majority
of champagne drinkers in America seem In
different. There are endless bottles of it, and
its consumption is greatly disproportionate
to that OF the cotelettes de homard or the
aspics de foie gras or the other delicacies on
the menu in cream color and red. The scene
from the summit is inspiring. The white
shoulders and symmetrical figures of the
women light up the terraces. The merry
there are centers of jest and laughter Every
where are seemingly notable faces. An
English crowd, like an English s.1eet, pre-
sents a variety OF physiognomy that the
more cosmopolitan civilization OF America !
should present, but does not for some reason
seem to. Physiognomies are deceptive, too,
here as everywhere else. Yonder is slender
man OF 35, who has quiet, good humored |
look, and who, from his easy manner, does |
not seem TO be anybody in particular, and
yet he is the eldest son of duke. Near by is |
a tall young man, with magnificent facial |
outlines, who you are sure is thoroughbred to |
q degree, until you are mentally paralyzed |
at fiHding him vigorously wiping glasses. He |
is waSter, yet has face that Cruikshank |
would have given to prince. Some Of the |
women are pictures-pictures such as only a |
Baddeley Cake in London town could bring |
In contrast
GROUP OF soMEBoDIEs.
Down In the center of the stage with a I
group of somebodies in swallowtails listening |
to her graceful chat, is a slender girl in /
white, medium blonde, whose coiffure is |
careless arrangement of silken frizzes that /
helps the statuesque poise of her head. She /
has prominent Greek nose, deeply set blue
eyes, which give her an altogether spiritual |
look, and grace in manner which is marked. /
The corsage of her dress is high and modest.
The white soft folds of the waist and skirt /
are touched here and there with trimming
of white and black, she wears tiny bows of
black silk in places, and her long gloves,
reaching to the elbow, are of the same color
There is something altogether flower like and
pure about her, u touch of that indefinite
quality OF "wbiteness' which, whether it be
vested in mind or dress, is distinctively the
gift of some women. She is, apparently,
much sought and very popular. She is Eva
Sothern, the daughter OF our own Lord Dun
dreary, the alter egoof Billy Florence, the
and much loved Med
The dance begins. It isl waltz, the ''Sou-
viens Toip OF Waldteufel, that floats upward
from the Life Guard band. 1t is slow, sem
suous and swelling, and fits the hour. All
the younger women join in it. 1t is gay
scene, very gay, and it rapidly grows gayer
and gayer. Mr.. Harris guests are enjoying
themselves TO their fullest capacity, and Mr..
Harris, in his private Office, with groaning
table and magnums Of champagne going
among his chosen few, is happily aware Of it.
The dancers take the stage and the stall
space. The place rings with laughter and
music, and the popping of more corks. II
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and not until the yellow sun Is beginning bis