The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-13
"BAB'S" BRIGHT BABBLE.
a YOUNG wOMANS GOSSIP OF
WHAT IS GOING ON.


Tow Far Idiocy Can be Carried-A
Canine Funeral - Character Acting
on the Stage New York's New
Character Actor "A Tribute to Joe
Johnston-The Value of Name
Some Names Which are Misnomers.
Bah" Tells Her Own Name.
Copyright, 1917
NEW YORK, April 11.-When lovely
woman stoops to folly, in the way of cater
ing to q pet dog, she becomes the most ALL
round idiot seen under the sun. This taste
is appealed to rather more in Paris than it
is in New York, but small dogs who have
been over the ocean blue are coming home
most frightfully and pearfully got up.
WHEN WOMAN sTooPs To FOLLY.
Some place near the Palais Royale in
Paris is a shop that is exclusively dedicated
to the wardrobes of small doggies, and one
or two of the latest mode have appeared
here. l regret to say that the American
small boy jeered at him. and notwithstand-
ing the pride of his mistress and his French
appearance, poor doggie hid his head with
shame and felt that he was being made to
look more silly than the two-legged
puppies. What did he have onl He
sailor suit, that is to say, he had white
cloth blanket that buttoned under him, and
which had broad flaring sailor collar with
anchors worked in the corner ard blue tie
knotted in sailor fashion in front; but the
most remarkable part of the get up was a
white tarpaulin sailor hat that tied securely
under his chin WITH his name on the blue
ribbon band. He not only has this get up
for the street, but the poor little wretch re-
Joices in a masher toilet. which IS best de-
scribed a BLACK coat with white waist
coat, high celluloid collar with a black tie
about it and a crush hat
DOG IN TEA GOWN.
But the acme of dress, as far as this dog
is concerned, is reached in the afternoon,
when the cup that cheers is passed around
then my gentleman is attired in a cream
white silk tea gown, trimmed with fur and
having a Cleopatra belt 1t has long, flow
ing sleeves, through which his fore legs are
thrust, and q most extensive train, and the
way to make him show it is TO
offer a biscuit and force him to walk
on his hind legs, while the tea gown,
with its undertaking of plated lace, swirls
behind him. The effect is marvelously
funny-but you don't know which to feel
the most ashamed of, the little dog or the
woman who owns him. The unhappy lit le
wretch has his nightgowH, and according
blue. If happened t. be the man in that
establishment l would set fire to all the
dogs belongings, beat the woman and give
the deg liberty or death. I'm sure any dog
would rather be a convict in SIG Sing than
wearing a tea gown, and. although you
may say sick as dog, don't believe any
well-bred puppy ever desired to be gowned
in a sailor get up.
FUNERAL OF CANNES
Talking about dogs, something very
funny happe ned not very long ago among
family OF dogs. 1t consisted of a French
poodle, of an English bulldog, of Freuch
bulldog, of two Prince Charles. of a fox
terrier and dog whose breed wasn't very
clearly defined. They had always gotten
along in life most beautifully, but one day
the English bulldog lost her temper, and
she few at one Of the Kiag Charles
and killed 1t in about a minute
and half. There was grief in that stable
and that afternoon, when poor little Flossie
was to be buried, all the dogs near by came
to go to the funeral, They marched two by
two, with the coaohman, who was their
guardian, by their sides, and the man who
had had charge of Flossle carried her ahead
in box. The queer part is that the muir
deress was not allow ed to go to the funeral
and when the stable was shut she was loo ted
in, and as the procession was moving she
was visible at window, iolIing with long
ing eyes after the funeral train, as if she
didn't exactly comprehend why she might
rot join her walls TO the rest of the MOURN
ers
NOT DOG IN THAT PROCESSION.
but seemed to realize exactly what mad hap
pened, and every one of them for DAYS after
ward steered clear of the bulldog as if they
knew she had crime upon her soul You
may think they were afraid of her. but thew
oh l.
her out in one round, but they knew she lad
been mean enough to kill little dog, and
they had proper and dog-like contempt for
her. Whoever you may be, and however
fond you may be of dogs don't put sailor
suit on one or get him to look like a masher.
nor make him ashamed Of himself in tea
gown; but let him learn to do his own duty
in that station of life in which you have
placed him-to bs your companion, your
trusty friend and your servant.
CHARACTER ACTING ON THE STAGE.
Every now and then everybody in New
York who goes to the theaters wonders
what we are going to do for character-actors
when Stoddard, LIE Moyne, and one or two
others, have left the stage. Every now
and then some young man is advertised as
the coming delineator Of character-the
one who Is going to express much
by movement or IA word;
the one VINO Is gong to learn that as much
can be said by silence as by speech, and who
has not forgotten that in his direst hour Of
agony ion the stage), even if the heroine is
not speaking to him, it isn't for him TO
smile and bow to people he knows in the
audience. Some years ago, when that hest
of war-plays Held by the Enemy" was
played, young man took the part Of the
southerner. From the evenness of his &C.
cent, the perfection of detail In his appear
ance, his very walk, and the fact that moth
ing was exaggerated, he convinced me that
he was southerner by birth, and had sim
ply taken part that fit him like glove
NEW YoRK's NEW CHARACTER ACTOR.
heard his name here, there and every
where once in awhile, always as a good
actor, but | did not see him again until the
other night, when [ witnessed most lurid
melodrama, beautifully called THE Power
Of the Press" | got in little late: two
men bad just made their entrances on the
stage, and were presumably convicts One
was fat, and looked as if he had been fed
on plum pudding at Sing Sing; he had a
thick and closely curled mustache, and he
looked much more like a barkeeper
at a masquerade than the innocent
victim of cruel plot who had been
four years and some months in the peniten-
tiary. think his name is Lackaye. The
other man stood, and for a minute thought
Nv no are your And like fash it came
to me; it was the convict that Victor Hugo