Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-10-13


without a doubt; but in times Of emer-
gency their feminine instinct some
times carries them away. Many IRE
panic in a theatre has been quelled by
the cOOlness Of the orchestra players.
At PrOctOr's Pleasure Palace the or
chestra is composed of fifteen women.
all arrayed in stunning pink silk
gowns. Each of them is a long dis
lance player, warranted 70 play twelve
hours a day Until the night that the
Zalya troupe Of wire walkers made
their first appearance, everything had
gone swimingly with the lady Orches-
ira. But as Zalya, forty feet above the
audience, was walking across the wire
with his wife on his back, the wire
snapped. husband and wife plunged
downward through the air, and a thrill
Of horror went thrOug the house. They
We're not hurt a scrap. They landed in
the net, and jumped on 10 the stage,
laughing and smiling. Now, this was
an opportunity for the orchestra TO dis
tinguish itself But this band did not
play on.
The lady" trombonist shrieked, the
lady cOrnetist dropped her instru-
ment, and the buXOm young woman
who operates on the bass drum, went
into a violent fit Of Mysteries. The
equilibrium OF the audience was re
stored within two minutes; but il took
a solid quarter of an hour 10 compose
the lady orchestra.
FAY TEMPLETON'S SONG A HIT.
Fay Templet0n is in the theatrical
arena once more in real earnest. Thin
ner by forty pounds than she was at
this time last year, and jOllier than
ever. Miss Templeton is employing her
time in writing darkey songs. It's
only a fortnight since May irwin sang
her first song in The Widow Jones,
and already half the town is wills
Ting
Oh. honey, 1 want yer,
I'm longing for yer sadly;
o. honey. / want yer.
l want YOU mighty madly."
In fact the success OF this song has
eclipsed the song The New Bully"
which May Irwin wrote herself, and
which she sings in the same perform
auCe.
WHY THESE TWO PARTED.
This is a story OF light comedian
and sOubrette. Literally, il is a farce
comedy tragedy. IL was one morning
last spring that heard the first part OF
the affair. a new farce comedy was TO
be produced at Hayt's that night. and
when / met the little sOUbrette on
Broadway l stopped to wish her sue
cess. Then she told me:
I'm engaged 70 Jack, she said. III
this plays q success, were going TO be
married at once. Jack has q splendid
part. / feel he's going TO make the hit
o. his life"
And you?" I asked.
"Oh. well, my part isn't bad Just a
bit, don't YOU know. No chance of do
ing anything original in it. But just
wait till you see Jack
The next morning I happened to
drop in at a theatrical agency. There
at table in a corner of the inner Office
sat the sOubrette crying her eyes cut.
All around her We're Strewn the morn
ing papers. As she caught sight of
me she Sprang 10 her feet exclaiming
oh. have YOU read them? Aren't they
perfectly awful?"
"Awful?' / exclaimed. What dc
YOU mean? The criticisms? Why,
never read such stunning notices as
they give you. I don't see where the
awfUlnesS comes in.
But Jack, Have you read what
they say about Jack? They roast him
frightfully. It's brutal. outrageous.
Newspapers ought not 10 be allowed TO
say such things
"Well. ne was pretty bad, YOU know"
/ could not resist saying. In an in
slant she turned on me like a little
fury. You're just as bad as the rest, "
she cried. HE wasn't bad. He was
splendid. magnificent. I guess ought
to know. l saw his whole performance
from behind the scenes
Then 1 retired hastily. The SOU
brette returned TO her newspapers and
her tears.
Yesterday I met her again for the
first time. She was better dressed than
she had ever been before, but her face
was pale; she looked thin and wretched;
there were big circles under her eyes.
1 had heard that she had obtained a
capital engagement for this season. so
l congratulated her. Then / asked:
well how is JACKIE"
Her eyes filed with tears, and she
turned her head away.
Don't speak of Jack. please 7
thought YOU had heard all about it. It's
all of, YOU know. Those notices did il.
I knew they would. If they had only
roasted him. and not praised me. il
might have been all right. But since
the morning he read what the papers
said Of my performance. he has cut me
dead. Pretty hard lines, isn't ito" she
added pluckily making a gallant effort
10 smile through her tears. But
Oughtn't TO complain, suppose. I'm
getting on. I've got a New York en-
gagement for the winter; I'm making
more money than l ever dreamed 1
could; managers run after me now. but
oh, it's almost broken my heart"
LESLIE WHITACRE.
AN ATTRACTIVE HAT.