Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-05-23

| % she stood for a minute or two. which seemed
ten times as long as that. looking to the prompt
box appealingly for Days permission to be
polite to her admirers, but not getting il until
the people had begun to resent her seeming
disregard. Well, on this occasion in Philadel-
phia the audience became as nearly a mob az
fashionable people could permit themselves.
Tor they understood very well the meaning OF
Drews non-appearance, and the mild riot
lasted until they, first merry and at last angry,
had to disperse without seeing Drew again. 10
was all OF no consequence, as Toots would say,
except to illustrate the ways Of the stage.
ANOTHER CASE OF SEVERANCE
between q well-known stock company manager
and a great favorite in his employ is that of A.
NJ. Palmer and Agnes Booth. This actress will
quit the Madison Square Company at the end
OF the present season because the manager will
not pay the salary which she demands. Mrs.
Booth has a rich husband and is rich herself
So it doesn't matter much, SO far as income
goes, whether she acts at all; but the under
standing is that she will 60 starring. Now,
conscious that the subject is delicate and dam
gerous, the writer, nevertheless. gives Mrs.
Booths increase OF weight, instead of her in
crease Of wages, as the real reason why she will
not remain in Palmer's employ. She has never
been beauty. Her success has been gained by
talent purely. But she has been noted for dis
gain Of not less than fifty pounds in year or
two has transformed her from slender woman
into plump one. Now. fat is the terror Of
actresses. Slimness seems to be essential to
sentiment in the drama. Why, the old actor
whom you may recall as John Ince, a droll
comedian in his day, is at present engaged in
reducing the size Of actresses-or at least
promising to do SO. by a system of diet and ex-
ercise-and he declares that he is making lot
OF money out Of it. Mrs. Booth will not submit
however, to Ince's or any other mans method
OF training down if ii involves much curtail-
ment of comfort and that is why she and Pal
mer will part.
DOING THEIR VARIETY TURNS.
A dramatic agency was doing an exciting
business of a temporary and feeting nature in
the rear and somewhat private room of wine
ana spirits resort on Chatham square. Around
the walls was balanced strange assortment Of
young men and women, all of conspicuous
lower ward breeding and looking like a delega-
ton from the Tombs police court. A short,
round man with purple nose, pomatnmed
halr and dazzling trousers WAS evidently in
command OF the brigade, for he addressed it in
tones of authority.
m ter fill tree of der tent teayters ct der
west End OF der Island, see," observed this in
dlvldua!, looking about at the various faces
with small supercilious eyes. Il wants nothin'
but 1rst-class talent. OF course amt lookin'
Ter Harry Kernels an Maggie Clines, but yes
have got ter be able ter do good turn or yer
am In 1t, see. Now. IN take yez in all apply
bettical order, just ter show der's no i'll feelin
flrst is James Clancy. Step out, Clancy. an
get troo yer act"
The convention proved to be for the pur-
pose OF forming variety companies to act at
Coney Island during the summer. Mr.. Clancy,
the first applicant to show his talent, was
tail, spare youth who was calculated by ma
ture to lend luster to the front Of coal
wagon. He sang song of his own, entitled
Break His Face, ORafferty," a palpable imi-
tatlon OF the classic known as Throw Him
Down, McCloskey," and he would not have
been engaged for the beach had he not
danced in really frst-class form the end of the
song.
Yer can't sing, Clancy" said the purple
nosed man when the youth had finished,
but IN take yer fer a jig turn. Next is
Mamie Cavanagh."
MISS CAyANAUGH OK DECK.
Miss Cavanaugh was a serious girl with I'M
even eyes, and she went into her act as she
might attack Monday mornings wash.
Il was walking up der Bow'ry
One afternoon at tree"
began the young lady, but at this point she
was interrupted by the agent
dancer
",Naw," replied the artistic, looking gloomily
at her questioner.
wen, yer can sing. Your voice wud stop
der merry-go-rounds down ter the Island. Next
is Julia Dacey."
But Miss Dacy did not '.do her turn that
day. In rebuking Miss Cavanagh as he did
the man with the purple nose had cast a BOOM
erapg that came back and struck him to earth.
At all events, if the boomerang did not perform
that service for him then Miss Cavanagh did.
for she stood above him after he fell and deliv-
cred kicks in every tender place that presented
itself. When she got tired of this exercise she
paused and, addressing the on-lookers. said:
"Dats the fourt chump I've smashed fer
sayin, can't sing. Why, 1 did a turn once at
the Eight Avenyer. I'm Mamie Cavanagh.
HIS aqdaicity was too fresh. Tell him So when
he wakes up.''
And SO speaking Miss Cavanagh left the
ROOM 1t was quite awhile before the agent
could get up and recollect what had trans
pired. He thought the roof had fallen in.
and feebiy called for glass of whisky. 1t is
probable that his humiliation was really ac-
complished by Miss Cavanagh's young man,
who had once fought in the prize ring. and who
was seen to leave the room with the irate song
stress when she had Indignantly departed How
ever this was there were no more trial turns"
that afternoon, the meeting being adjourned
sine die to await the outcome of the purple
nosed mans injuries.