The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-08-15
Aug. Il.
Dear Hal:


Dear Hal:
There is not the remotest scintilla of
intelligence that could be tortured into
an item this week; over ALL the waters
Of Lethe seem TO have settled At the
theatre, deep and slumbrous silence
broods; at the tabernacle, only the pin
dropping act is left to stir the turgid
blood of the amusement seeker; at the
Grand, seas of paint and forests of
scaffoldings; even Hosmer, with his
free tickets and choruses for ladies, has
struck his tents, and the Lyceum is
left once more to brood in silence.
However, there is hope for better
things in the near distance; John Drew,
''ex-eyed Drew" as the giddy gusher'
used to call him, is heading this way
under full sail, and waited by most
prosperous breeze. For the first time
in our lives we shall have the oppor-
tunity of seeing John in a role other
than that of a nervous, mustache
twisting, but magnetic lover. In Rose
mary" he is first introduced as a man
of 40, struck with a girl Of Il. Chen
SO years elapse, and the old gentleman
has jubilee all by himself bordering
over the memories of that far away
love episode Imagine John Drew as
do. Yet report says that in that role
Mr.. Drew has made the success of his
life.
Speaking of Drew, 1 am reminded of
the looming into prominence of his
pretty niece, Ethel Barrymore, daughter
of the late George Drew, and that
wandering errant Maurice Barrymore.
Miss Ethel was here just a year ago
with her uncle and Maude Adams. A
very pretty spectacle she was. as she
sported in the waves at Saltair, and
well remember the admiration she pro-
Voked in sundry masculine lockers on
from the shore. She had only very
small parts to sustain on the stage, and
the effect she left was that of NasSar
like neWness, q rather tOuch-me-not-
or-I- breakshness-th spoke more of
the school girl than the artist. Yet
she showed signs of promise, and the
year she has spent with the only Gill
lette in his Secret Service" company
has probably been put TO good account.
In London it is said she was the one
actress invited TO the great party of
the Duchess of Devonshire, her chap
erone being the Duchess of iManches-
Ter. Then Sir Henry Irving and Miss
Terry picked her up, and she is to APP
pear with them in London this fail.
The young lady is now in New York
receiving such PROSTATE homage and
adulation as only your true blue Knick-
erbocker, inoculated to the marrow
with Anglomania, knows how to be-
stow.
A Pioneer Reminiscence.-A London
paper received this week, the Referee,
speaks of the continued success of Mr..
HaTdie and Miss Won Leer in the prov
inces. This is our old time friend, Jim
Hardie, a Utan boy through and
through. He made his first success
on the Salt Lake stage, and in the
late COS and early '70's used to rival
David Mckenzie as hero in the affec-
tons Of our theatre goers. Besides, he
could do something that Mckenzie
never could, sing like an angel. It was
one Of the treats of those times to hear
Hardie between the acts in Mother
Kissed Me in Ny Dreams" or some
kindred old timer. He drifted away
from Salt Lake 20 years ago or more,
and played with success around New
York, but of late years has devoted
himself entirely to England, appearing
mostly in provincial theatres. Many of
his relatives still live here, one of his
sisters being Mrs. LIE Grande Young.
AIARGE