Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1899-01-07


| instance, in the dressing room scene-the
pale, Consolidated author in the wings
seemed to suffer all of the dreadful pangs
of the eternally lost, only to exhibit an
| amazingly quick transition to smiles and
the regions of perpetual bliss when her
adherence to his ideas was marked and
successful.
As the Act Progressed.
Contemplate her"' he exclaimed when
the leading woman was going through the
dressing room scene. Regard her, l say.
(He was muttering to himself) Is she a
phenom? Is she Reiane? Does she out
nethesole Nethersole by 10000 geographical
miles! Aa! she spoke that Welt What a
graft she has in that scene-coquetting,
W by, she has him already How could YOU
biaine him? Cm-um-I don't exactly ike
ner walk across the dressing room floor
100 100 hhe,iadyls h: She is not playing fine
iady. Must tell her of that-must swing
hefself, right there, more impudentIy care
Iessiy, saucily, independently. Hal now she
mas It! Cho. she must have heard me,
Nretched, Cascart! Niciously wretched!
III could but throw something at him
something hard that would injure him. iay
MN up, pat him out of business! Who
ever heard Of a cheap singer in French
provincial music han smoking cigar with
the grace OF a bouievardier, Like a coster-
iiiouSef' rathef! he should have il in one
ousi Oh ms mouth, at an angle of 40 de-
Srees! Why, amazing! lie has it right
now lie smokes his cigar like the loafer
tne cheap man, Cascart is! Oh he Will do,
ia! must tell Dufrene not to be quite so
N.uc Int at his ease in that dressing room
NO man IS easy when he first visits an act
ress dressing room-especially a man of
Iahlily lie should be more embarrassed
ne he should nave trouble in bestowing his
n :S ana feet. All! now he has il, He
Pici>s up the pictures with quite the right
uisiity or the demonstrating gentleman in
pipe-dream. Ono. Dufrene viii dO,'
In the Wings.
VIII dor inquired the leading woman.
afchiy, just then making her exit from tb,,
stage. oiii INC
III lime, You will iearn-you will learn in
.lfhe' replied the author with a drearv
lace Ihen he suddenly came to life
"e"ii' nat is to say, you are magnifi-
cent! hereby give you permission TO de-
eelop eiepnanttosis of the Uranium, you
are magnificent Oh, and your headacba9s
mas utpaTted,' replied the leading wo-
without meas, for a week" &C.
ma! You viii be tried orr IN . f,3.t,
WIN the other acts-store yourseif mn,;i
sald the author. "Psst. Are Won frea,,,-
ing! Your cue.'' and he pointed frant;c3iir
IN IN me s.ase. The leading woman was on
wen, long years. long years it has
t%he!i, the author could be heard mutter-
rs but what a reward. What a triumph
d. d,.e vi" H. MAKE. And how a;rociously she
4
why no, she has the idea-why. shes
great in this scene! I'm the dreamer, All,
lev t,' II that ouffene would forget all about
ne Two Hrphans' for once and get a
n-oNe on HI his love naang-good! Hen
90. bufre1ell do, Ahr' and the curtoir
cescended on the first act. With its de-
scent the author snoothed down his torsled
hair, utterly abandoned conversation and
was SIMPLY a nervous, waiting author
again.
How About 1t:
The players, barring the leading woman,
gathered around him for moment before
making for their dressing rooms to change
costumes, and, in a voice, they inquired of
the author:
Well, how about it?''
The author looked them over dreami!y.
"Cm-fair,' said he. Crude. but fair.
Lot OF craGgy edges-um-but passabIe
want to be shaken down. all of you-but
you IL DO This is not play. This is life
You are not to act. You are to be reincar-
mated and live your incarnations. But-um
fair"
They all laughed quietly, inaulgently,
knowing that the authors fair was mon
oithian praise-for him
Inc curtain assembled on the second act
revealing the eX-actress and the man en-
amored of her at breakfast The table
manners of the leading woman pleased the
author again grooming or ecStaticizins in
the wings, but the breakfast quiescence of
the man at the table didn't.
After yearS-after the one hundred and
twelve years that that man has been on
the American stage-regard him in break
fast scene! Look at him! And after have
told him, told him, told him that he must
eat-eat--that it is the business of a man
at a breakfast table TO eat! Lo and be-
hold, how he is nibbing, and saving him
self for his Christmas dinneri Isn't it
agonizing? Isn't it grinding? Wha-what,
He has actually taken a whole mouthfuI
of coffee! Unbelievable. Um-well, he
does that cigarette lighting pretty well.
and he puts on his top coat and hat pretty
wen. Oh, ii he could only forget The
Lights o London and The Romany Rye
for four consecutive rninutes-um. not SO
bad, though, that goodbye salute-'ll do,
II do,'
Too Much Realism.
The beginning of the work of the drunk
en- aunt in the second act came very close
to driving the author stark, starving mad
Louder! LOUDER he whispered to her
hoarsely, with his head sticking out of the
wings. Then he muttered to himself:
The room, you know, in which the scene
takes place is about l0x12, and she's a
reailst. Therefore, she's talking in u loX12
voice! Oh, the poor devils in the gallery
that have paid their quarter to set in! iohe
might as well do her work in pantomne
for all theyII hear of her lines. Ana what
a corking drunk she is! Mnat rafting.
true-to-t he-very game tank she makes, if
great HG0NSlIS!-SilS WOuiu only raise ner
voice.
Then he tiptoed to the wings again and,
Louder! Louder" he hoarsely whispered
again. The woman with the admirable
character part, admirably portrayed, Gle
waited her voice obedientIy, and the author
ciasped his hands in his transport OF joy.
After the third act the leading woman
came off at the fall of the curtain, choking
with her sobs, ana with her handkerchief |
waddcd into a tight little bunch.
$3.50 ab-absurd!" she gasped, land
yet l can't help it!''
Never mind. never mind" said the au-
thor soothinSly, and the leading woman
walked eXhausteGly to her dressing room.
He Had No Nerves.
Nerves! Nerves. muttered the author
to himself. Great Jupiter! where would l
be, now, for instance, if L had nerves! Not |
nerve i'll my body, and what luck that is |
for me! Why, if | got nervous at such 4 |
time as this" and the rest of it was lost !
in the fiery exclamation to which the nerve |
less playwright gave vent at some hlunder |
the part of the stage hands engaged in |
setting up the next scene.
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