Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1897-12-17

EVERY dny one sees Things wnlGh
force him to believe that Barnum said
it all when he declared that the Ameri-
ran people like to be humbugged. "
They will applaud the bogus, the make
believe, and allow the Renuine-or, to
use Il worse bit of slang, "tho real thing"
to go Off tho scene without so much
as "a hand. "
Fine frenzies in the dramatic business
are u waste Of energy, 30 ! am told by
a couple of actors. and here Is the story,
a tale Of how two ambitious ones gave
to the exasperating public perhaps the
greatest bit of stage realism every pre-
scented and received for their pains--and
bruises-an awful silence and few
pointed remarks from the gallery critics.
forget what the play was and who
the actors were has nothing whatever TO
do with the matter ut this time. They
are both stars today, however. One did
heroic parts and the other the "Ha, ha;
I'll steal the girl They had played in
several pieces together and were friends.
One was believer in real tears and all
that goes to constitute living the part,
while the other believed that at no time
should the actor allow the lines or stu
ations of the piece to make him forget
himself.
In the piece which they were playing
the hero and the villain meet at crit
ical moment and fight In case the hero
failed to settle his opponent-well. he
got his salary for doing it, so 1t had to
occur
The fight was rehearsed and was
made to look real to startling degree.
The gallery used to go wild and the
whole house resounded with the APP
plause, but this did not suit the villain,
who believed in realism. 1t was his be-
lief that real fight would make hit.
believe mentioned the fact that they
were friends That was true. They were
up to the moment where ono, in mo
ment of indiscretion, attempted to crit
icise the other OF course everybody
knows that when that occurs all friend
ship ceases-between actors. or course
there were coarse remarks passed. and
the one who believed in realism and be-
ing an actor Off and ON finally folded his
arms and said, when and wherep"
Right here, IL you like. It's u short
Job anywhere.
"You think NO, Ell? Well, 1t shall &C.
cur in our fight scene tonight. For once
the public shall see what they pay for.
The plot Of the play necessitates that
you vanquish me. We shall see whether
1t is so short a job.
The worst Of the quarrel was that
they were both athletes, good wrestlers
and boxers and willing.
The play dragged slowly that night
until the fight scene.
The hero's line, at is either you or
l, Reginald Marshallson, was answered
by-in an undertone-"You bet IL is,
and I'll mark You so you won't play for
a month.
Instead of going to olnch, ~ usual,
they both spared about for an opening.
They were too long in finding it, and
from the gallery critic shouted:
Waits do matter wild yousef Why
don't ye git togedderi"
Then they both led and landed with
a wallop. Then they clinched The vii
lain back heeled the hero, and down
they went
Eight like man, not like dog, !"
whispered the hero in hoarse tones.
The villain allowed him to get on hia
feet, and they began to spar again.
About the time the gallery got restless
the hero landed right on the Villains
eye that sent him reoling. Had he reel.
ed the other way all would have been
we'll AZ tho hero would have gone on
with tho piece, but as the hero crossed
the stage toward him tho realist rushed
and knocked him down with swing
ing left.
Now, by all the laws Of melodrama
the villain at no time should get tho
better Of the hero in II personal encoun-
ter The gallery knew that and roundly
Missed the hero for 80 far forgetting
himself Tho stage manager knew 1t
and ran to one Of the wings to prompt
him. The hero knew it, and he went
back at tho villain for keeps.
They fought for five minutes all over
the stage. They knocked down papier
mache trees, u stoop to house and a
fence, besides each other. Tho whole
company stood in tho wings watching
the mill, and tho manager cursed and
made awful threats III stage whisper,
but somehow the audience was not i'm
pressed. Tho gallery yelled; Yer
fakin. Why don't yo fghtr Tho bal
cony, from which on previous nights
waves Of approval had broken, sat quiet.
bored and sullen. The parquet, always
willing to follow the lead from above
on previous occasions, now sat glum,
waiting until the very bad imitation OF
a fight should end.
The hero fought desperately. He must
win The plot Of the piece worked out
from his victory, but the villain clinched
and fought M he had never dreamed Of
fighting. In spite of warnings from tho
wings he refused to be knocked senseless
and allow the hero to go on and rescue
the girl
At last the stage manager threatened
them with the curtain, and the hero
with one mighty effort freed himself
from the grasp Of tho realist and, rush
ing toward tho house In which the
heroine was supposed to be, cried with
harelip accent: beware Of me,
Reginald Marshallsonl My just purpose
shall not be thwae ed.
As he had one eye closed and his
mouth swollen out Of heroic proportions
the sentence did not cause tho gallery
to make any particular fuss The hero
inc refused to allow him to kiss her in
the rescue scene, and tho manager dis
charged them both. Chicago Times.
Herald
STANDARD TIME.