The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-08-28


ACTORS TRAGEDIES IN REAL LIFE.
There are tragedies in Actors alley.
! There is a little BIT OF woman, with Liz ht
hair and baby-blue eyes, and pink and
white skin, whose dress was rather dragged,
aud who Is looking round for a man who is
carefully keeping out of her sight. He mar
RED her out west last season, aud she never
khs y until she got here that be had another
wife in the east. Now she is walking around
and talking about his Fighting her" The
other men are down on him and they are
doing their best TO console her, but her con-
tinual cry is: He'd make it all right if
could only see him few minutes" But he
WON'T let her see him And though it is q
little romantic, l fully agree with the actor,
VIII, loving his wife, emphatically hopes that
the good God will never let that wOman's
face go away from his sight. That in bis
happiest hours her poor innocent little
features will look out before him, and that
when he comes to die he will suffer as he
has made her suffer.
GENEROSITY or THE PROFESSION.
They are generous in Actors Alley-when
they have anything TO be generous with
and when they haven't there is many
kind fellow who puts his hand in his pocket
aud lends S., because he knows the other
man has got a wife and babies. And this
S5 is generally returned, though, OF course.
there is the regulation borrower, who never
earns anything for himself, who was once
the beauty man OF the company, who has
lost all sense of honor, and who, asking for
S25, will take IS cents and be satisfied. He
thinks he looks like poor Harry Montague,
and he dresses up to the part. He generally
has a small room in boarding house, where
he stays as long as the confidence of the
landlady or bis money will last out, ard
then ne departs to seek green fields and
pastures new.
RELIC OF THE OLD SCHOOL.
The most delightful type in Actors alley
is the man who representing the grand old
days of the drama, wears frock coat nearly
as long as an ulster, and no matter how hot
the day is, buttons IL closely across his
manly form, so that he may stick his left
hand in it and pose He knows nothing
after Shakespeare. He will tell you that
ne has played every part, and then he Will
add: But, my dear by, it is my Lear
that really is fine piece OF work" He
SCOTS at comedy, he despises melodrama,
aud he doesn't even acknowledge the ex-
istence Of farce comedy. he thinks there
may be a few actors nowadays, but he
doubts H. He takes off his hat respect
fully to one man and calls him MIR.
Booth" and he can tell you stories OF the
Booth family and of the curious old csme-
terry in Baltimore where those who are dead
and gone are buried and how very close to
them lies that marvellous woman, Nine.
Patterson Bonaparte, who.has over her grave
a huge block of polished granite, engraved
upon which is: After lifs's 1tful fever, she
sleeps we'll" Then he grows very enthusi-
astic and il you're properly polite he'll in
vite you over to soc the copies Of Shake
speare aud the pictures he has Of early act
ors He will cook you a chop aud make you
a cup Of tea. And when you vaguely ask
him something about Irving he will quickly
quiet you by saying that hes deserving
young man who appears to have a good idea
Of what is right"
ACTORS OFF THE STAGE.
Actors alley is a world-a staRe-but the
men and women are more than merely
players. They are living out their lives. 1t
seems curious to you and me, because we
are on the ether side OF the footlights; but
it is just as real. And the one man in his
time plays many parts. Sometimes he is
floating on the wave OF prosperity; critics
write about him, he lives like a lord,
beautiful women admire him, and roses
aud kisses alike are at his command. Some
times he 10 forgotten. Sometimes he is
the lover-for some make love in
poetry and some in Actors alley-and
then you see him in a secluded corner Of the
alley whispering sweet nathings to the girl
who is going 90 dine with him on that
happy day that comes between the Satur-
day and the Monday. he is just as true as
any other man. And if, perhaps, the little
love affair doesn't turn out so happily
after ell, 1t Is because he goes away and sh Q
Is left alone. And 1t is the one who goes
who foTgets.
II SHE WERE AN ACTOR.
Stand in the street and look up 1.-THE
actors are as thick is the bees about the
honey. Now. look down 1t, say what you
would do IL you were an actor.
II were an actor, after had attended
TO my business / would 60 home.
II were an actor. l wouldn't think my
profession gave me right to shlrk the
duties Of a man.
II were an actor, I'd never have to be
mirror until had gotten a reflection in
my mind that was not thing of beauty,
and that wOmankind was not yearning for
me-
II we're an actor. I'd either be very
prompted IN the play.
If were an actor, I'd either be very
agreeable to the rest of the company or I'd
live my life alone.
II were an actor, I'd never say a disa-
greeable word to a woman in the company,
because some day I might love a woman
who would have TO suffer the same in
dignity.
IL l were an actor-but l am mott
couldn't bel am woman, and my name