The record-union., 1896-08-16

closure after the performance he came
out strong. He certainly electrified the
little crowd of witnesses who paused,
homeward bound, to see what was go
ing on. 1t was this way: A crowd of
| boys and men, of the lower class, We
Will hope were hanging about the ladies'
| dressing-room, commenting upon the
grotesQue shadows cast upon the thin
walls from the inside, where the per-
formers were rapidly changing their
Shakesperian attire to that of every
day, when suddenly without warning
Orlando, en- deshabille, rushed upon them
like whirlwind, exclaiming with right
eouS anger in every tone: Away with
you, every one, dogs that you are d.
you! What are you doing about here?
Are you sons Of mothers that you have
no respect for women?" This unex-
pected charge had the desired effect,
and 1 could scarcely withstand the de-
sire to applaud, feeling that this bit of
drama from real life deserved it, more
even than that which he so deservedly
won earlier in the evening. Of course
under the circumstances the funny
things that happened were legion, and
there were some slight bitches in stage
management hardly to be avoided, and
which were well received by the good
natured audience. For instance, when
"our boys" appeared looking quite the
true knights of the Greenwood" (spite
of the fact that costumes had to be
divided up to best possible advantage
on account of scarcity of raiment) they
were applauded to the echo, and re-
sponded singing as before, What shall
he have who killed the deer?" This
time they remained in sight, disposing
themselves comfortably about beneath
the wide-spreading branches of noble
old oak, such as abounded in the forest
of Arden, there to await further devel-
opments. But somehow the looked-for
developments did not materialize, and
the discounted hunters finally arose.
and with a half-uncertain air Of not
| knowing whether or no it was the cor
rect thing to do, filed off the stage on
their own responsibility. Will Lovdal,
who brought up the rear In hunters
green and rakish-looking wide
brimmed hat, tipped wicked wink
at the audience, much to their amuse
ment and delight. 1t is said that the
''boys" appeared down town later in
all their war paint, and went to the
Cafe Royal in body to refresh the in
ner man after the excitement and nerve
tension of the evening, with an-ice
cream soda Miss Mabel Carmichael
who will be remembered as the elocu-
ZIONIST on Decoration Day, showed good
material in her rendition of her part
as Phoebe She seems to be entirely
at her ease, showing no evidence
whatever of stage fright or any degree
! perience have given her the requisite
polish and worn off some of the manner
isms which at present detract from an
otherwise good stage presence we can
certainly anticipate for her future sue
cesseS of no mean order. Altogether, it
was an evening long to be remembered
and Of the great throng of people pres
ent not one was heard to express him
/ self other than satisfied.
have heard many times lately that
another is having the credit of these
! epistles which l write to you good peo-
pie every Sunday. I may not be in
| spired of the Gods, or write with pen
/ dipped in the pool rejecting the beauty
/ of the unhappy Narcissus, but such as
I am believe me / am myself and not
another.
! Mrs. j. L. Hughes and daughters Ger
/ trude and Sarah, and Mrs S. H. Ger
/ rish have taken a cottage at Shasta
| Springs where they expect to spend a
month or so in the invigorating air of
/ the mountains.
! Miss Mary Dunster and Miss Lou
MacCormack are sojourning at quiet
/ farm place about a mile beyond Colfax,
where it is hoped that the health of Miss
Dunster Will reap much lasting benefit.
Frank Heinz, who has lately been
! quite i'll, is improving greatly under the
! skillful treatment of DR.. Briggs. His
( friends hope to see him around as
usual before very long.
When 1 hear complaints, as I do not a
little, from women who have really much
/ to be grateful for in a world where real
matter of fact material blessings are not
scattered with a too lavish hand, 1
wonder what these people would say to
! the lot of their fellow women, the
"shut-ins' as they are most appro-
| priately called; they whose lives run
like the horse in a tread-mill one un-
ceasing round of toll, day in and day
out, from morning till night, never end
ing. seeming to eyes long dimmed with
vain striving to pierce the darkness that
unfolds the future, utterly Intellectual
and profitless. Is it not enough to make
some of us a little more contented that
! our lines have fallen in so pleasant
places? We who to our efforts feel some
| response, reaping from our endeavors
some reward. Surely it is something to
meet with success even in a small way
| but to strive to no end-in return for
days of labor and toll to reap only bare
existence, God pity woman so situ-
ated, for human pity is gall and worm
wood to most of them. Let the woman
who is reaching out for freedom and
rights" for her sex, striving to wrest
| from the grasp of man the rights which
/ belong TO him alone, and are withheld
| from women only because of the rem
nant of chivalric feeling still left in man
| for woman, the one time ideal of gentle
ness, purity and tender ministry in time
/ OF sorest need, let her understand her
| position in life more thoroughly, striv-
ing to realize just what it is she is reach
| ing out for and endeavoring to appreci-
ate mans true position toward her. and
| ! think her eyes will be opened to more
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