Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-11-17


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There has been good bit of gossip about
Lillian Russell in the Pittsburg papers dur
ing the week. Those interested in the sub
ject will probably find the following, from
the Black Cat, worthy of attention:
hear the gruesome rumor that our great
our only, our rosy, our large Lillian Russell, is
to tumble heels over head for the third time
into the sea of matrimony. While Harry Bra
ham sits on the grave-stone above his dead
memories, and f1ddles burial hymn, and while
the talented Solomon composes sad measures
to commemorate the vanished joys of years
that have fed, young and wealthy man named
Sanford, who has long adored, with the rest of
Us, the unusual attractions of the radiant song
stress, steps in and places the glittering crclet
OF divine promise upon her dictatorial finger.
Well, on the principle that the third time never
fails, we are entitled to hope that Lillian is
now about to advance into that haven of su-
preme peace and happiness that decorates the
world with smiles, and gilds life with the
splendor of virtuous domesticlty. Such a re-
suit ought surely to be accomplished on the
third grab.
According to the Mirror William H. Cranes
benevolence has caused him no end of trouble.
de wrote some time ago syndicate article in
which he expressed the opinion that American
He also intimated that he would do his utmost
to foster the native product in future. Ac-
cording to an article in cotemporaryas soon
as the comedians views became public prop
erty through the medium of the press, the
trouble began. Manuscripts arrived from all
points of the compass-they came by mall by
express, by district messenger boy, by the hall
boys of the hotel; they included tragedies
melodramas. emotional plays, comic operas
pantomimes, burlesques. Vaudevilles, historical
and romantic dramas, plays of high lite, low
life and of no life at all.
This persecution of Mr.. Crane on account of
his optimistic views, is said to have been kept
up throughout the entire season. When he at
last was able to retire to his summer home at
Cohasset he fully expected cessation of hos
tllltles His sorrow, however, failed to sur
cease and the plays began to arrive, accom-
panied by their respective authors. "The har-
rassed actor" says our authority, fled to Bos-
ton for relief, and 10! the streets seemed peo-
pied with dramatists. And SO it is still going
on-plays of every conceivable degree of bad
ness pouring in OH Crane, and though he con.
scientiously wades through at least an act of
each of them, he has not yet been rewarded by
one glimmer of the latent talent which, in his
opinion, it is the actors or managers duty to
develop or encourage"
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If this be true, we should consider that
Bishop Hatto had safe retFeat in his mice
tower at Bingen, compared to the universal
knowledge of Mr.. Cranes whereabouts. The
bishop was gnawed to death by the mice, to be
sure, but who can predict the lingering agony
that is still in store for the well-meaning
comedian, if this epidemic Of manuscripts con-
tinue to make his life burdensome
Desist, ye dramatists, desist! Mr. Crane is
far too good an actor to be worried to death in
this heartless and unnecessary manner.