The Anaconda standard. [volume] (Anaconda, Mont.) 1889-1970, 1899-03-05

! Caroline Miskell, who was likewise a
| member Of H0yt company. She was
| noted for beauty even greater than that
of the first Mrs. Hoyt. But she died
only last October, and the twice be-
reaVed man never recovered from the
sorrow that followed. In spite of all
this, however, he went on with his work
against the advice of his best friends,
and when a Dog in a Manager" failed
recently in Washington Mr.. Hoyt COL
| lapsed.
The great writer of farces was born
at Concord, \. H., about the beginning
| of the civil war. He attended the Bos-
! ton Latin school for two years, but did
| not finish his education either in that
school or in any other. His father be-
| lieved that travel was better educator
| for boy than the class room and
young Hoyt had plenty of travel. But
| his book learning was not neglected.
| and his reading has been deep and
; wide He began the study of law but
was accidentally thrown into journal
ism. His first position was that Of
| temporary managing editor of the St
Adams Advertiser Thus he began at
the top. He accepted place little
later as writer of the "All Sorts" col
umn of the Boston Post. and before
leaving that journal he was its sport
ing, musical and dramatic editors all
rolled INFO one. In this position he pick
cd up an acquaintance that enabled
him to find friends in all parts of the
country.
After the big hit made by his first
farce Mr. Hoyt retained his plays and
| became manager. 1t rs said he has
drawn an income from these produce
tions that at one time was $13S,000 per
annum. His domestic life with both of
his wives was most happy.
( Louise Beaudet has been accused of
lacking in restraint in Mile Fiji"
! What" she cried. Indecent? Meo
My costume? Absurd! Ridculous
Monstrous! Never have I been before
accused of indecency or immodesty 1t
is my work: my life: my means of live
lihood. l take what parts are assigned
me and ! play them in the manner
which it seems to me is the correct way.
How dare anyone say that I am risuue
in action or costume? Look at that cos
tunnel
She flew across She room and drew
from the wall the spangled skirt that
had caused the connection in her soul.
Look at it," she repeated: lis it not
beautiful? Why, had it made in Lon
den for an opera, and it suited this one
~ S'iiiil dplf lllul liltIt was no neCpSS-
Wy for another. 1t is a typical cafe
chantant costume; typical say. And
the slash up the side of the skirt is ex-
actly what the chanteuse would wear,
1t is precisely what they do wear. 1t
Is copied from the costumes seen in all
Partisan cafes. What more can they
want? Do they not want the part ac-
curately dressed? Then why make such
hubhub about it when it is so done?
THEN these black tights. Is there
anything indecent about these? OBJ
serve the care with which the spangles
are put on so as to take away all idea
of lmmodesty. Don't you see shat there
is not the slightest suggestion of flesh
aDput th"m? 1t is not is if | wore flesh
ings. These are black without the
least shadow of suggestion about them.
How can the scene be salacious when
these ara worn? Preposterous, You see
worse than that in comic opera. for
there the tights are generally flesh col
cred, and I most empha tically deny
that the acting is intended to he or is
risque. I have seen these women in
Paris, and flatter myself that T know
how they act and look, and in essaying
this part I have tried to give it nat
ural color. nothing moro. 1t never oc-
CURED to any of the company that the
scene was indecent until we heard II
| from outside.
In all my career-and it has been
from my childhood-T have never before
been accused of immOdestv, and | have
taken legal advice upon the subject of
protection from too much license with
my name and character.
4 am merely the actress from the
cafe chantant, Mile. Fiji and nv per-
s"nal identity is submerged in hers.
That is all. We are automatons in a
degree, and do as we are required, not
as We elect
Nine. Melba gave me a cup of tea tho
other day. just before she sailed for
Chicago, or. rather. l had cup of tea
all by myself which madame made and
poured out but declined to share. on the
prima -dOnnafied plea that II contracted
her vocal chords, writes "A Woman of
the World" in the New York Telegraph.
The singer sent for me to show off a
brand new trick acquired by her Won
d""ful parrot. I thoUght lcn% ago.
Won saw th0 bird runia it's feathers
into widest disorder al the name Of
Iteg%r De F[Oven, and fall in an artis-
tie stage sWooN when called Emma
Caly@, that he was the very limit of
uuCanny ornithcl0gical inteIleCtualitv.
His latest achievement in the conversa-
ti0nai linz is this:
You're an owl, Polly; you know you
ara" says Nelha.
'Polly's an owl: poor Polly's an owl"
cr0aks the bird siding all over his
What does Polly say when he's an
GWi"'' chirrups the prima donna.
ITO who, To who" boots the bird, in
iudoeCrihably mounful tones.
oh, no. demonstrates his mistress;
that's what vulgar Chicago owl says