The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1891-07-26
THE SHADOWGRAPHER.

who haa ideas of her own abaut the futur
world, though abe has not investigated tn
gre at religious controversy now under wa
in the east. When not attending to house
hold duties she is gazing at the clouds an
specializing on what sort of a place HEAVIER
is anyhow.
Som time ago n little friend of her owl
age caught tho germs of diphtheria. an,
after a brief struggle with the disease passe,
away. IL was a dreary and lonesome day
and the rain was falling when Ethel
mother broke the sad news to her daughter
Little George died this morning ant
has gone to heaven she said.
The youngster looked out of the window
a moment and replied: well, l guess h,
will have to wait awhile. ! don't see how
he can so to heaven in this rain"
~
I overheard two base ball cranks talkins
over a recent event ON the diamond.
"By Jove," said one, II see that New
York and'Boston played n ten innings tie
yesterday"
YES" said the other seriously, 'that
must have been a close game.''
~
Yesterday was q fairly good day for
cranks of all sorts. They gathered in va
rious resorts and discussed problems of
local and national Importance with the
readiness of resource and ease of manner
that always betokens vast wisdom hidden
from the world. AS usual, they were gath
cred at the ale house of Col. Marks. After
the mining, real estate and political cranks
had delivered the customary grist of points
the health the health crank was heard
from. His latest fad was discussed thus:
II tell you, gentlemen, that it is the habit
of sleeping eight or ten hours at a time
that is running the health and sapping the
strength of the present generation of men.
Why, when l was a boy nobody slept more
than five or six hours. Look at the differ
ence between men of that time and of to-
day. Why, there was Napoleon. the great
est man that ever lived. He never slept
more han five hours, and he never would
have made a record as a conqueror if he
had stayed in bed eight hours. l tell you,
this long sleeping is all nonsense. NY rule
is five hours sleep for q man. six hours for
a woman and seven hours for q fool"
A we'll known man about town here in
quired with some anxiety whether this rule
meant eight hours for a id fool. Upon
receiving an affirmative answer, he offered
to wager the Small Potato mine against a
two-bit piece that the crank slept nine
hours a day.
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Advice to travellers: Always write the
number of your baggage checks in your
memorandum book. Otherwise you may
miss a train, lose q days journey and have
a fight with the baegagemaster, all of which
recently happened to the Shadowgrapher.
The Montana theory that a mans word is
as good as his bond does not 500 in all
parts of the United States.
No manager in the country is better
known in New York than John Mcguire.
We we're walking up Broadway late one
evening by Rourkes, a place where actors
most do congregate. Several were standing
on the corner, when l heard one say:
"see that man there?"
Eyes, who is he?"
"Wly, that's John Mcguire, the theatri-
cal king of Montana"
Maguire's business in town is booking at
fractions for the coming season and he has
a goodly list. He tells me that the struggle
to get dates in Montana is such that some
managers nave booked two years ahead.
Business in the western country increases
amazingly every year while expenses grow
less. Mcguire is booking in connec-
ton with several San Francisco
managers in town. of whom the
best is Jake Gottlob. of the Bush
Street theater. Mcguire is securing at
fractions for Helena after December. He
expects that the new opera house in this
city will be ready for occupancy by New
Years, and ID already figuring on an open
ing attraction. He tells me that his affairs
in connection with the Butte house are now
in a very satisfactory condition. Mcguire
lacks financial talent, but is fortunate in
having friends who love him for his great
big heart and the genial sunshine of his
presence.
~
If you chance to meet Col. James Sulli-
van, ask him if he knows John Mackie, who
lives on Broadway, between the Star thea
ter and Union square. Mcguire and the
colonel dropped in to see Mackie, who, by
the way. is worth seeing. He is a short,
thin nan, with long hair and a romantic
mustache. His earliest ambition was to
become an actor, but, as Mcguire saws,
This size killed him. Nevertheless he is
an actor off the stage. He affects Il meio-
dramatic air. and in yarv or1ipnr, WV