The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-04-09

money, which is sent weekly by mail, or
paid Ia person every Monday morning.
They are held in deadly hatred and treated
with pitiable servility by all music hall
folk. London, provincial and all foreign
music hall and variety managers come here
IN person to secure their ever-varying at
fractions. A halo Of awe surrounds them
as they pass from one agency to another,
but Btllingsgate porters could not equal the
lively remarks upon their persons and char
acter that mingle with sturdy calls for
bitter" and -four ale," the moment they
have disappeared from view.
Seoondarily, those here on necessary busin-
ess take kindly TO this form of Poverty june
tion weekly reunion or symposium. They
are thus enabled to exchange gossip and
greetings, coster oaths and choice Billings
gate, and to keep informed as TO the move-
ments OF rivals, and city provincial or for
eign managers. All the others comprise
great horde of unemployed unreliAbles
who, ia Poverty junction Yernacular, are
here TO wait for captains" that is. drink
and any manner of pickings; vaster horde
OF budding ''prossers." endearingly called
Tommy Rots;" and a still greater and
more pitiable number Of broken down and
utterly helpless old-time favorites who, and
blessed be the tender humanity Of the
proSser at Target here secure in ungrudged
aims every penny on earth that keeps them
Inc buslnees and social conversation
OF a Poverty junction symposium is
the most graceless that ever fell from the
tongues OF mortal men and women. The
latter are here in equal numbers with the
men. Both drink on equal footing at the
York tavern's first, second and third-class
compartments. All are relieved by their
lurid denunciations OF star faVorites, man.
ayers and agents. They are q kindly
hearted lot, but their language is simply
UNRELIABLE. This. of companion prossers
leaving an ageuts Office, is as ohaste as lilies
by comparison.
"Ah, Gull, H'pYe made a shop (contTact)
in the country, an four turns nightly en-
gagements at different music halls to opsu
Bank 'oldays, Gawd's truth, Gull The
bleedin' keaffir kneows Him in demand, er
ee be wouldn't give me the shops. Con to
tn country fur on'y fifteen quid (sovereigns.
Get the town fur seven a turn. Hi cud lad
more but waits tn bloody use a standin' on
ceremoniesp
He probably was to receive e5 per week
for his provincial engagement, and per-
haps IS altogether for his London turns"
wy didn We get yer wife on for a
small part" sympathetically inquiries his
companion.
"W'at's the bloody usel TIL cow amt
got no bloomin' grammar In err"
With "Gor bli me, Oh chap. we'll ave a
wetw and "Look sharp eere" to the
waiter, they drown their professional pride
in York tavern four ale, when the lucky
prosser is Off with all haste to the registry
office to get his precious contract stamped,
lest the "bloomin' h'agens tries 60 throw
i'm down"
The symposium is at its hight of confusion
and ''cheeriness" by l o'clock; hut, an hour
later, save for the brave managers and
foxy agents still lingering over their wine
IN the rooms Of the York tavern, and half
score Of the God-forSaken riff raft, linger-
ing for possible h'apenny from some be-
lated reveler, all the region roundabout
this London Poverty Junction is as silent as
shadowy, ELECTROMAGNETIC English
lane, EDGAR L. WAKEMAN.