St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1895-01-21
LIVING PICTURE.
VENUS ON THE STAGE AND AT
HOME.
She Is Somewhat Disappoint-
ing in DoWdy
Gown.

The art of being "living picture" is
not difficult. 1t consists in taking Off
ones clothes and sitting, standing or
lying still for period lasting from one
to two minues. The people who prac-
tice this art are pretty much of one
class. When they are not Diana or
Venus or SapphO, but simply them
selves, they drink beer and eat frank
furters in the TenderlOin and some one
else pays the check, writes New York
correspondent. The diving picture"
has to be beautiful. but she doesn't have
10 be good unless she wants to be; it is
not in her contract. When she is not
hidden in the anonymity of fleshings
and makeup she has q name-she is one
of the great armies of Nellies and Mays
and Maggles and Stellas which dwell III
the lands south of FOrty-second street.
There is Talmudic legend to the effect
that Ewes hair was clark before the
fall:" after that melancholy event it
turned yellow. This curious custom
persists to this day. The diving pic
lures" have yellow hair, which may be
taken as an indication that. like Eve,
they have learned thing or two.
This wholesale fashion of writing
about them III the lump is unfair; no
man can know them all-in fact, no
man should know them all. One is
sufficient.
She was Venus. In few moments
when the little bell tinkled and she took
her pose she would be modestly covered
with six square inches of drapery. By
reason of the heat she had laid it aside.
| Her hair was chalbed white. Her
pretty BODY pumped out her tleshings
| until there was not Il wrinkle in them.
She sat on the carpenters box and
narsed her knees.
"What are you out for?" she was
asked.
The question was vague; it might
have meant out of her clothes.
"Twelve dollars" said Venus;
"twelve per. And also"
There she paused: wild horses could
not drag it from her.
But Pm tired of it. I'm an actress
and this amt acting. It's not high art. !"
But it's broad" you suggested.
Not High Art.
"Yes, but it leaves real artist I'M
satisfied. Standing still with one leg
| crooked amt acting. | know. for | was
| with Rice. Who is this Venus, any
how? | asked the old man and he
said: Great Scott! you darn fool, don't
you know she amt nobody. lust a
| stacher' How was l to know? sup
pose there was a woman sometime, or
they couldn't have made stacher Of
| her."
The little bell tihkled and she went
| out and crooked one leg and was Venus.
It was no very difficult representation,
! Tor, if all one hears is true, Venus was
q Tenderloin girl herself. When she
came back she laid aside the siX-inch
piece of drapery because it was too
warm.
"The next thing is Diana-she's
chasing something or the other, Lord
knows what" she said YEARLY. The
old man says she was goddess; but it
don't go. | know Inc Bible, if l am in
| the profession. They can't ring that
| fake in on me. Say, do you think any
of them Founders out there know what
| this is all about? Don't chase yourself;
| this is me last act, and | drink beer"
| She put on yard of drapery and went
out, and in moment or two the rumble
OF applause rolled back over the stage.
| happened to the man who looked upon
Diana when her costume was Of the
sort that pleases music hall audience.
1t was not the same thing that happened
on this occasion. She had on black
skirt, a pink waist and a straw hat
when she appeared again. She jerked
her head at another girl, wearing blue
| skirt waist, and said: "Come Oh. Sadie"
In the street she said: This is me
fren', Sadie; Sadie, me fren'."
They're cutting the chorus" said
Sadie. 81 got eighteen bones last sea-
son and they wanted me to go out jay
chasing in Jersey for twelve per-"
.,a They did," H. sal said !, Venus confiden-
There's nothing in that for me-"
Sadie added,