Waco evening news. (Waco, Tex.) 1888-1889, 1889-01-23
STAGE SUPERSTlTlONS.
coLuMelNE SUCCEEDED IN HOO.
DoolNc" EVERYTHING.


Meant Discharge for One Of the Com.
pany- Macbeth Must Not no Quoted.
Nor Open Umbrellas Len In the Hail.
When I first went on the stage man.
aged to get myself disliked In more
ways than an ordinary mortal would
deem II possible. The first thing did
was to "hoodoo" everything. Now, I
didn't know what Il meant to .'hoodoo"
things, but was always doing II. l
began In this way:
One night l camo to the theater In
high spirits; II was raining torrents, but
what cared for wind or rnin3 Wasn't
there swell theatre party made up Just
on my account, and wouldn't slime In
the eyes Of my old school friends as
bright particular star. even though my
part was not one of great Importance.
In spite OF my wet feet and dripping
umbrella l skipped hilariously into the
dressing room and greeted my sister
artists with q more than usually cheer
full good evening" l took of my hat
and ulster and hung them up, then l put
my rubbers in the corner. We had an
were three or four of us dressing to-
gether. looked around for a place to
put my umbrella. Not seeing any, /
went out In the passage. There was
kind Of sink just opposite our door.
thought that would 6e good place for
It, SO opened my umbrella and set 1t In
the sink to drain. Then went into the
dressing room and began to get ready to
make up" Now, ever since was
small child have had rcprehensible
habit Of whistling. have tried in vain
to break myself Of It. Whenever feel
particularly light hearted find myself
whistling away as merrily as II the old
proverb about "whistling girls and crow
Ing hens" had never been heard of.
SING, BUT DO NOT WHISTLE.
took out my cosmetics and began to
grease paint my face. Just as | was
about to make an amiable remark to one
Of the girls she startled me by crying out
in peremptory tone, stop that"
stop what?" l said.
THAT whistling."
Don't you like that air? Well, here's
another for you"-
"StopI' they all cried, In chorus.
What is the matterTi ] asked "What
am ! doing?"
"What are you doing? Why. whistling
Carrie out Of the company"
"What on earth do you mean?" said,
looking from one to the other in bewil-
derment.
s:Dont you know that it's the worst
thing you can do to whistle In dressing
room? The one next the door will be
whistled out of the company"
us that what all this fuss Is about?' ]
said, well. I'll stop ~histling, but l
don't see where you got such an idca."
"You don't! Well, you get whistled
you'll see we'll enough"
MAY hum!" I asked, meekly, "or
will that bring down some horrible ca.
lamity on our defenseless heads?"
"You may sing all you want to, but
don't whistle"
So / began humming q favorite air,
and went on with my dressing.
was heating some cosmetic, and held
1t in the flame too long; it melted, and q
piece dropped on my lily white hand; it
burned my wrist and left big black
"smoooh." scrubbed and scrubbed,
but 1t would not come off. "What shall
| I doy" l said. l never saw cosmetic
stick so! "Take some vaseline," said
Lou. Its no use," l groaned. IAN
the perfumes in Arabia will not sweeten
this little handr'
was startled by shrek of horror,
and was amazed to see CONSERVATION in
every face. was frightened by their
looks, and said in faint voice. "What
is It'll"
"Do you know what you saidy whis-
pered Carrie in blood c,irdling accents.
"Why, yes" l replied, wonderingly.
II said, All the perfumes
"Stop," they screamed. "You. must
be crayl Don't you know better than to
quote Macbeth In the tEeatre?"
breathed. again. lis that ally"
said.
"All-it's enough. I'm not going to
stay in the room with her. Shell Jonah
every one of us before the curtain goes
up. I'm dressed and shall 60 upon the
stage and watt" said Carrie.
"QUEERING" THE WEEKS BUSINESS.
She walked to tho door and opened 1t.
Instead Of going out she fell back with a
gasp. .Who did thaty' she said. WHAT
| cried Lou and together. "That," point
ing with rigid forefinger
| / hardly dared to look. feared to
see some ghostly sight. But screwed
up my courage and followed the direc-
ton Of her finger. What met my gaze?
Nothing In the world but my harmless
umbrella set up to dryl
II don't see anything but my um-
brclla," said. us it yours9" they ex-
claimed. why, yes; I set 1t up there
to dry" They looked at each other and
walked away In silence. As | stood
rooted to tho spot stage hand came
along and said: "You must want to hoo.
doc the theatre, putting an open usn.
brella in the hall" took it down and
shut 1t.
Invent silently about the dressing room.
My high spirits were all gone now, and !
felt sad and depressed. AS soon as !
could l went upstairs. The overture was
| Nv, ord I ctoo1- lictnninr IN tho music md