St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-07-22
IN A NEW YORK AGENCY.
WHERE THE STARS or THE STAGE
GATHER.
LOOKING FOR ENGAGEMENTS.

If you want to see life as it is lived a
the end of this century. go to swell
dramatic agency of the day. and hurr,
up. too, for everything is in a hurr,
there, says the New York Herald.
These dramatic agencies used t,
thrive about Broadway and Asto
place. Then as the theaters moved VI
town, they followed to Fourteenth
street, later to Twenty third street. I'm
til today they are all hanging thei
shingles up in Herald square.
10 be dramatic agent of today-tha
Is, successful one you have got to be
an Admirable Crichton-a sort of fellow
that Gilbert hit off so admirably in hi.
description of a heavy dragon.
The little fellow with whom 1 talked
about his business, surely had the pluck
of Lord Nelson, the nerve OF Pasteur
and the callousness of lola. He could
act, sing, and possibly fight.
He took me into his confidence al
once. He occupies a floor which is
rather more than the ordinary dramatic
80 NV ScA % W upUus
He has anteroom, piano. and a mu'
steal director. He said: "Sit down fol-
few moments in my anteroom and gel
impressions" l sat down and got these.
SoNG-AND-DANCE MEN.
1t was the busiest tim of the busiest
season IN the dramatic gency business.
There were books neatly labeled, IN
Which you were expected to register
your name as at tooth tractors.
The books read: Leading" SOU
venile," "Heavies," Characters, -
Comedy" ''OId Men," Chorus" ain
genues. "Soubrettes" and variety"
When l took my seat on very in
formally upholstered sofa there were
two ladies aud five gentlemen in the
room.
l placed one lady, who was fifty-five
if she was day, as leading old lady. l
heard her go into the sanctum and have
Der voice tried as chorus girl.
A hollow-chested young fellow who
coughed constantly was said to be one
of the best song and dance artists in the
world. He staggered into the sanrtum
with the drag-your-toe manner SO char
acteristic of his class, and came out
walking upon air.
Booked for 80 per-" he remarked to
a washed-out-looking blonde, who
seemed fearful that the color in her
cheeks would fade before she made her
plea.
THE DIVORCED LADY.
Just then a cab was heard to stop in
front of the building. Every one who
could looked out of the window.
A very attractive young woman ran
impatiently up stairs.
II must see Mr.. Jones at once" she
said to the small boy who officiated as
usher. Take my card in."
Atterward Mr.. Jones told me that the
pretty woman had just got divorce
granted by Judge something or other
on statutory grounds, and that he had
therefore been able to place her in a
first.class company for about $3.50 a
week, provided that she could get her
photographs in the Sunday papers.
While I was wondering how any
Sunday paper could omit her, very
small and fragile-looking little boy
came into the anteroom led by q very
big and stout woman.
now felt like a character in Zola's
'Lourdes," and did not Gale what hap
pened. l discovered that the little boy
was Lord Fauntleroy." or anything
of that sort. and that the old woman
would do Lady Macbeth, or, if the
worst came to the worst, would put up
big dumbell or ride a bicycle. They
both passed into the sanctum and came
out with an unengaged look.
A JUVENILE.
was looking intently upon the pat
tern OF the carpet, which was brand
new-the carpet, not the pattern-when
the door was thrown open with author
ity and beautiful young thing blew in.
He was male. There was no mistake
about that, from his high hat down to
his yellow shoes Actors are alone al
lowed the privilege of wearing "dicers"
and Russia leather.
l knew before he moved that he would
register as leading juvenile. Oh, yes,
anything from Romeo" to BILLY the
Smug.' He hadn't long to wait. If he
wasn't wanted he was off like bird.
His lOngtailed coat seemed 10 grow a
few inches longer while he was in the
place, and two chorus girls in the cor
ner-back row girls-who were sitting
on one chair tried their hardest to at
tract his eye.
L heard afterward about his tale of
hard luck. How he had had a row with
his manager because they both admin ed
the same woman, "by ged, STRIP His
particular style of young actor did not
seem to be in demand that afternoo n,
for know that after few painful mo-
ments with the agent the handso me
young chap sauntered once more into
Herald square and watched the Evening
Telegram 20 to press, as so many 9TH
erS do.
REAL SENSATION.
Having been primed for sensations,
was not bit alarmed when a very
smart looking woman, heavily yelled,
found her way into the ante-chamber.
imagine she was expected, for the
agents boy whispered once or twice to
her, and then she stepped Into his room,
A moment afterward the inner door
was opened, and the musical director.
who also plays on type machine, was
called in.
In moment food of melody surged
through the waiting room. Somebody
had taught the woman to sing diyinely.
The song and dance men, the strong
men, the infant prodigies who were
waiting, recognized at once the com pei
ling power of the human voice In mel
ody.
got so excited myself that used or
abused the privilege given me and went
into the managers room.
There was the fat old Dutchman's
fingers spread over the keys as any
musical directors should be, there was
the manager lying back in his chair Dos
sessed of music, and there was the
woman singing as few women can sing.
But she was hideOus.
Voiea art and meth0d vara hare Oh.