The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-06-07
Salt Lake. June 6.

Dear Old Hall am afraid you
will find the diary leaves little else
than withered leaves this week. Six
nights of darkness at the theatre,
broken only by a Democratic matinee
don't afford one any great wealth of
material for a letter on the drama.
The season still hesitates to open at
dear delightful Saitair, and generally,
the month of roses is so very back
ward, so suggestive of the deluge and
the ark, that everyone stays at home
and puts in his evenings at the fire
side with book. just as if it were
November over again. Really it looks
as though the seasons had changed
their mind, and were turning around
and going back again. Please over
look brevity and the scarcity of views;
take my best love instead, and rest
in hope that 1 shall have something
more attractive to forward you next
week.
Monday, Midnight
Made one off half dozen to visit
the Grand Had to be dragged, liter
ally, for Camille" was the bill. Moth
ing but regard for Hal's wishes could
have made me venture out, for il there
L v
been soaked and stepped in from
childhood up it's Camille" On the
way down tried to compute how many
pints, quarts and gallons of tears I've
seen shed in that lachrymose drama.
From Effie Ellsler-who wore me to a
FRAGILE, by continually calling herself
Kameel, with the accent on the Kan
up to Clara Morris, through the
platoons of lesser notables, including
Nellie Boyd and Jeffrey Lewis-it's all
a memory of drip. drip, drip. Looking
back over the whole lot. ] seem to re-
call that Mrs. Bowers Camille
brought the most gulps to my throat
even more than the divine Modjeska.
But never was more interested in the
immoral Old play than in seeing little
Remark do it tonight Had intended
to stay through one act, or two at the
outside, and then catch a car for home
but quarter TO twelve found me still
sitting there as absorbed as though it
were all virgin soil. Camille died about
ten minutes to u tonight) Another
surprise was in Mr.. Coulter Brinker's
Armand; this young man. though he
grovelled somewhat. has talent. and
the bit where he learns that Camille
has left him was quite effective. Madge
Cook. ever good; little Henry. sweet and
chirrupy; King, better than for many.
many moons: Blakey excellent, never
better Royee-by the way, received
note from Mr.. Royce, forwarded by
the manager of the paper. stating that
he was III no wise responsible for Con
FUSION" that he was as much startled
as was by the apparition of DR.
Jones. So, for that much. Mr. Royce
is blameless But I can't forgive him
for breaking his pledge not to act any
more. We ali did so want to help him
carry out his good resolve; not that
his De Varville tonight was as bad as
usual; but his acting will never spread
a conflagration. May he fare better
in managing. John Rogers went on in
the gambling scene tonight; the aud
fence quite interrupted the play to
give him reception, and it was one of
the funniest things of life to see him
try to look as though the applause had
no interest for him. Next we shall
have Jay announcing 1.-The carriage
waits, my lord
Tuesday midnight
Half an hour at the Lyceum The
mouse is given over to the Goths and
Fins and Huns of the drama Every
thing crude. rough and tumble, but
the sort of fun that an element finds
pleasure in. Else why does the house
keep open? Main attendance in the
gallery. The cast not devoid of a
certain humor very taking with the
newsboys and Miss Sayne quite clever
in her acts.
Saturday afternoon.
Ran down to join in the goodbye to
Madge Cook, who made her last bow
this afternoon. She flies away to join
Corson Clarke in Frisco, and we all
kiss our hands to her. On the way
back looked in at the theatre where
a big house, a quarter of it women
too. were balloting for the Chicago
sextette. But Tn a'weary of politics,
though it was hilarious to see the
fatherly way in which Jerrold Letcher
reproved DR.. Faust and held him down
IN his seat, and very exciting to see
the stalwarts running that race for
the nominations. All me, is it worth
The heartburnings and disappointments
that defeat leaves behind, / wonder
OF the eight giants who were named,
two had to be left, and I could have
wept wnen it turned out that Roberts
and Henderson were to stay at home,
and Roberts isn't ladies man, either.
MARGE.