The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-12-14

it shall string out to three hours if the
scenery isn't working we'll or somebody
holds the show between the acts for a
settlement All he wants is plug of to-
bacco and the drop raised and it is all
right
He doesn't care if the leading woman's
French is a little defective and if the
leading man does mispronounce a word
occasionally, and if lit does drag some.
times while the dress suit is chang
ing men behind a fiat, or if the
coats are "dinkey" and short before
and behind. His love of dramatic art
and the assurance gained from expert
ence that it will come out all right keeps
him conte nted.
And if you haven't already had enough
for your money, or Autograph pass, there
is the man who appears just before the
last act, and "on behalf of the marriage
ment thanks you one and all for your
patronage here this evening, and begs
leave to announce that on tomorrow
night we will take pleasure in present
ing for your consideration that
beautiful society drama in four
acts entitled Cigarette SAL or the
Heroine of Poker Alley in which Miss
Topsy Featherweight will appear in the
great character of Percival, the boot
black, assisted by a strong cast compris-
and to the grand family matinee (there
is no other kind) on Saturday afternoon
on which occasion, etc, and now thank
ing you once again, one and all, ETC.,
etc.; after the third and last act of The
Broken Dishrag' we will bid you all a
kind good night"
You couldn't get along without him
any more than you can't help joining in
the applause that bows him out.
W h or xrzoui6 life ha III ra-ar
toire showf
A Topeka man was in Galveston re-
Gently.
Brass bands were not out to meet him
when he got off the train and there was
no speech making and banqueting.
But then, perhaps they didn't know he
was from Topeka
When he went to a hotel he took his
little grip along and did not get it
checked. Instead he simply set it down
behind the counter and said he would
come and get it in short time. So did
another man with the same sort of a grip.
When the Topeka man went to go he
reached around the counter for his grip.
OF course he got the wrong one. If he
had got the right one it would have
spoiled this story.
Picking it up he slammed it down on
the counter and demanded the amount of
his bill with that beautiful sang froid for
which all kansans are noted.
He had the money to pay the bill with
and he paid it.
Before he got to the door he dropped
the grip on the floor once There vas
nothing startling about such a small mat
ter as that; not then.
There is now.
He was particularly careless about that
grip. AS he looks back over the Journey
home he can see now where he went out
of his way on several different occasions
for the delight of throwing it against
posts on the street and seats in the car,
and how. instead of setting it down as a
sane man would, he used to throw it with
all his might against the car floor.
1t was his grip. anyway. and he had
right to throw it around if he wanted to.
He had no occasion to open the grip
on his homeward journey. and it was not
until be marched into his room in Tope-
ka and dropped it YEARLY on the floor
in his room that its contents were thought
of.
"What you got?" said his room mate,
"anything good in that grip?"
"Oh, little" said the traveller. "help
yourself"
The roommate opened the grip, and
there in the bottom of it, instead of the
lemonade and milkshake he had hoped
to find. were six innocent sticks of dyna-
mite at least as big as cord wood
With one wild shrek of remembrance
and fear the traveller keeIed over on the
bed and buried his head under the pill
lows.
Its case of nervous prostration, the
doctors say, and he may not be out
for moro than a week.