The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1893-01-04
PARRY WAS LEFT.
Ali Baba's Stage Manager
in a Bad Way.
TRIBULATIoNS ON ALL SIDES
He Backed the Wrong Horse and Then
Lost His Dog, His Baggage
and His Wife.

"My poor little dog" VIII Parry said in
fearful tones. land there is my baggage
ard my wife, they have all gone, and / am
left"
VIII Parry, who was relating bis tale Of
woe. is probably the best known stage man
ager on two continents.
lie ordered the supers around the Gaiety
in London, and subsequently he bossed
everybody but Patti during one of the fare
well engagements the great diva filed in
the United States and Mexico.
Parry met Manager Henderson of the
"Ali Bahia" combination in Chicago not
very long ago and the particular line of
spectacle that gentleman handled pleased
him more than grand opera, especially that
there was divine little being in the chorus
who touched him where he was most sensi-
tive. BE fell in love and married the
charmer, and ever since Henderson, the
divinity and her slave have travelled to-
gether, not to say anything of the little dog.
Stage Manager Parry was not averse to
telling what had happened to him when he
was seen yesterday afternoon because he
felt sad, was detected and lonely.
He lad just returned from the Oakland
mole, where he had spent several hours in
deep slumber On one of the cold benches,
while the train that he had gone there to
board was speeding on to Salt Lake. where
the Ali Baba Company is to play to-mor-
row.
81 have worked very earnestly" he said.
when questioned, land have met with some
success; but there Is no reason for me to
speak of that now" he added. "You saw
how we'll things were conducted on the
Grand Opera-house stage while the CON-
pany was here.
Il thought / could get away for day on
Monday to see the great four-mile race at
the Bay District Track, and l took it in,
leaving my work to my two assistants.
They got along all right in town. but got
considerably the worst Of it at the races and
Pm just about done up.
Il don't know when I'll get away from
here, and in my present state OF mind /
would like to get an engagement to remain
in this town If could only get my dog back
with my baggage and my WIFE"
Poor Parry. his experience was q severe
one. He ran across sure tip at the races.
1t was fresh from the stables and its heels
were full of hay. Democrat Was bound to
take the fonr-mile go. because Marigold
would not hold out at the pace that he
would set.
Parry was already hundred out on the
preliminary races, and when Eddie Foy, an
old San Francisco boy. and a member OF his
company, came TO him with The same tip he
plunged with q couple OF hundred more and
few odd twenties he borrowed here and
there.
Democrat was not in it from the start,
and, as Foy sings, There are moments
when one wants to be alone" a sentiment
that we'll fitted poor Parry
lie essayed to console himself by accept
ing the frequent invitations of his friends
to drown sorrow. and at night he refused to
go behind the stage TO take charge unless
Treasurer Danny Mccullough gave him An
advance 10 settle up his losses on the track.
ut didn't amount to much" Parry ex-
planned. "but no matter how small those
affairs are they should be attended to i'm
mediately. Mccullough would not yield.
He and / never lave been friendly. His
head has become so swollen that his eyes
span any ordinary person and cannot get
proper focus"
Parry went elsewhere, and kept moving
during the entire night until early in the
morning of yesterday. Mrs. Parry, the
dog and the baggsge had gone over on the
A. NJ. train TO Oakland to catch the overland
train, and Parry, accompanied by Eddie
Foy, took another ferry half hour later.
They were both about exhausted from their
nights vigil. and while Foy aired some Of
his pieasantries for the benefit of few en-
gineers and st0kers OH the mole, Parry
sought out bench and fell fast asleep.
Foy reached the outgoing train, but Parry
did not and was left. But little did it affect
his slumber until he was boosted off the
bench by the patrolman, who asked him
what train he was waiting for.
1t was noontime then, and Parry's train,
his dog, baggage end wife had just about
reached Sacramento.