The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1889-09-05
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"There goes one of the cleverest soubrettes in
the profession, whispered my friend, as a
short haired, bleached little blonde whiskod
mast us, clad in a sailors suit with huge white
anchors embroidered on the collar of her
Jacket "She sued popular comedian last
season for ten thousand dollars, for breach of
promise of marriage, and recovered five
thousand Since then she has been living in
stvle in fat uptown. Her mother is a great
schemer, and [ think she owes that state
stroke direct to the maternal. l don't think
she will do a song and dance this season"
''What is itY' heard group of men say.
''Where did they catch it3' said another;
and GA turning to find out whether it was n
sea serpent or mad dog l discovered
Young mulatto woman, clad in the most
astounding fashion. She wore bright blue
skirt trimmed with bands of variegated
beads; large Gainsborough hat of white
straw, loaded with red, blue and yellow os-
trich tips; huge hoop ear rings depended
from her ears, and a self complacent smile
adorned her mouth. Beads hung round her
neck and dangled from her low cut corsage.
ooh, that is Pogarita, the Indian actress;
plays in border dramas. Strange you
haven't heard of her." exclaimed a friend
who was with me.
And that large stout man with a Next
can sombrero is Waddles, the great mill
ionaire, who plays the Rattle King and the
Ranch Chief He affects that style because
he has played that part for eighteen years,
till he really imagines he is the Rattle King.
He travels in his own special car with the
cattle-and takes out new play this season
with nine horses in it instead of four. They
call him the horse actor, not hoarse," re-
sumed my companion. Although his voice
isn't as clear as it might be, he roars
and rants so much" The Rattle King strobe
past me with mighty millionaire strides. He
saw no one, his snub nose haughtily spurned
the earth and sought the ethereal heights.
Then CROPPED my way up into one of the
dramatic agencies, kept by a man they call
Alexander the Creator, though he is little
man, his word is mighty. He shook hands
with me in his usual genial way.
Nothing in your limo this morning, miss,
he said to my companion with a smile. he
had smiled at her like this for many years,
and had never yet had anything in her
line" We sat down q moment, when fat
woman came in, dressed like a school girl.
Sue must have weighed fully 200 hundred
bounds. small toque hat. covered with
rorget-me-nots, bloomed above her faded
hair, which had evidently been bleached and
needed touching up" "Now, Mr.. Alexan-
der, you really must have something for me-
You know how all the papers spoke of my
Parthenia when 1 played at the benefit. 1
want something romantic; never was fitted
for 'heavies'"
I looked at her, and if weight went for
anything ''heavies" ought to be 'just her
line" Then the busy and polite little man
excused himself hur-iedly and rushed out for
luncheon. There were some striking contrasts
in this office, from the well paid singing come
dian all the way down to chorus girls and
extras-those who simply go on to I'LL scene
or form part Of brilliant assembly in bali