The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-02-12

from the FraWley company Bell is the
actor who once thought he would be
the husband of Miss Frances Folsom.
but she couldn't see him when the fat
form of Grover Cleveland wandered
into her range Of possibility. and Bell
went on the stage to be a better actor
than he was a lawyer. Too ardent at
tenton to the joys of life threatened to
ruin brilliant young man.
Carrie Clark Ward. a lady of some
years and small reputation as an
actress on the coast. and who is well
known in Butte as a former member
of the Sutton Stock company, was an
other member of the Henderson or
ganzation. Harry Adams. another of
Sutton's actors, Asa Lee Mllard, Rus
sell Bassett and Olive Madison were
others of the unfOrtunateS.
Henderson has in this stroke sus-
tanned his hardest theatrical blow.
Those who may remember him as a
fair newspaper man, a better manager,
a genius at color scheming and stage
grouping in spectacular production and
man of money generosity. will regret
to know that the belt is off his fly
wheel. He is now in New York engaged
in fertilizng toward fruition some new
theatrical scheme.
The following story relating to the
Dorothy Morton Opera company, which
was recently in Butte, is ted in the
East to illustrate the present condi-
tions of theatrical hardships in the
West
While the Aston battery was making
the trip east last week a car contain
ing the members of the Dorothy Morton
Opera company, bound for Denver, was
attached to the soldiers train at Salt
Lake city. Dividing the cars occupied
by the battery and that of the opera
company was that of the baggage car
of the soldiers filled with stores of pro-
visions.
Before many miles had been covered
Miss Morton's young women discovered
what was Immediately ahead of them
and whether or not it was the sweet
scent of bareback and "embalmed beef
which caught the fancy of the stage
troupers deponent sayeth not, but the
fact remains that every member OF tie
company, including the prima donna
herself, made general forage on The
contents of that baggage car.
4 never saw people eat so in all my
life" said a private in the battery. 1T
seemed as though it was their
first meal in months. They sat about
in the baggage car munchng stuff
which we fellows had absolutely refused
to eat. l saw Miss Morton with q hunk
of bacon in one hand and spoon III the
! other devouring the contents of can
of beans and the bacon in large, unctu-
Gus mOuthfulS
They told US they had met with very
| hard luck-Were in actual need. in fact.
OF course we fellows made no chico
ton. 1t was a pleasant sort of meeting,
you know. and we all became friendly.
Besides. We had been so we'll fed that
we had become tired of the stuff. ard
took our meals at the railway stations.
In return for the feast, the company
gave a concert in the car. Miss MGR
tons contribution was two songs"
Mr.. johnson and a certain chocolate
| cOlored girl named Lulu seem to have
. attracted more attention from song
writer's during the past few years thar
any other individuals that can be called
to mind at present.
MI johnson was introduced as tbs
doubtful hero of a coon song about tbs
time Mr.. Gillette introduced few OF
his namesakes in his comedy, Too
Much Johnson
colored deck hands on Mississippi
steamboats,, and there wasn't mucl
melody in the refrain:
Mr.. Johnson, turn me loose.
I've got no money, but good excuse
Don't take me down to the calaboose
oh, Mr.. Johnson, I'll be good.
Mr.. Johnson, turn me loose
Since then the family of Mr.. johnson
has figured in a comic song. entitled
Miss Maria Johnson" Another sons
about Mr.. Johnson is called Mr.. Joan
son, Don't Get Cay
A song writer in explaining why Mr.
Johnson figures SO conspicuOusly il
coon" songs. makes the statement tina
nearly half Of the darkeys living he.
tween New Orleans and Baltimore an
sNtT to the name Of Johnson.
The first of the coon songs in which
Lulu figured as the heroine and one o.
the best Of the bunch. was Louisiana
/ Lou"
CuriouslE enough, it was written b,
an Englishman named Stewart, a MAJ
who has probably never been on tn,
leFee in New Orleans.
Il Want My LUh." written by Lor
D"ckStadPr. cam" to the minstrel in
curious way. An old darky approa che
him in Chicago with a song about a gil
who had been entrapped into a Chimes
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