The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-10-11
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You remember in ''1'he Burgemaster,'
If you have seen it, that bit of exeavd-
ton out of which are dug Peter Stuy-
vesant and his faithful Doodles, after
their $50 years sleep, and back into which
they fly when the staggering Harlem
Spider comes upon the scene? Well
cenfidentiaIly its nothing but q gray
painted wooded beard, with no depth
behind, only a covered mattress. And Go
you remember that wriukled, toothless
old hag, who is one of the Bowery girls
in the dance with the Harlem Spider
and whose rags seem to f1tttter about her
in tatters? Waiting for her cue in the
wings she is a young woman of fourteen
summers, and a very pretty one at that
despite the black paint on her small even
teeth and the liberal dash OF rouge on
her tip-tiIted little nose. Do you remena-
Der. But why enumerate the hun
dred and one receptions that are prac-
uced to dazzle the eye of the -Spectat tor
on the far side OF the foetlights? Be
cause, in spite of the establishments,
Which are many, or perhaps because Of
them that other side OF the foetligTlts
is far too interesting to waste any time
grumblfne. Pheasant 1t is to touch one
of the tiny chorus girls very gently on
the arm and learn-what you have al
ways beendying to llnoW-that she is quite
human and natural And it is Interesting
to watch her hand over her much-p rized
marquise rings and her Nethersoie brace
let to some friendly person when she an
swers a cue where those things would be
conspicuously out of place-as in that
BoWery dance, for instance.
1t was just after last evening when
the Intruder stood in one of those mys-
FERROUS divisions known in theatrical
shops as 1.-The wings" and wondered
| vaguely if a scene in New Amsterdam
would ever be evolved cut Of the con-
fusion which marked that great, topsy
turVy space, the stage. On the other side
of the curtain there, the orchestra is
playing a livery prelude. On this side
very business-like looking men in shirt
sleeves are rushing back and forth, NOV
ing here and there odd pieces of painted
stuff that make one think of so many
lat sheets of gingerbread gnawed by
mice. There is some sharp talking done
mostly by man who stands in tie cen
ter of the stage and doesn't do anything
else. It's easy to see he's a personace.
The stage carpenter whispers a
friendly voice The stage begins to lock
as if from the other side of the feotiigats
1t might really resemble New Amster-
dam. Far back in subterranean scayerns
| seemingly voice calls prologue" Like
grotesquely attired ghosts the little
chorus girls and the chorus men began
to group themselves about the wings.
| There Is a mysterious whistle The
music outside becomes louder, more live
~. Slowly the great curtain rolls up and
| the play is on.
A Jolly, gossipy, friendly lot are tie
| players.
| INVENTED THE MATINEE.
Did you know that Dion Bouccicault
| invented the matinee?" demands Mrs.
Laura Joyce Bell as she stands in tie
| wing waiting to go on. ''TYell he did and
every time there's atinee we think
unpleasant things of Mr. BcuccicauTt,'
| dent we, girls?''
| The girls and the boys nod vigorously.
| apparently. ~
The trouble is i'll my turn there I'm
! compelled talk .stlown stage New YOU
can see how very annoying that is, can
you Mr. Ricketts,, who gives such "a
clever imitation of Irving, makes tIsis
plant, and the Intruder mods Syrof1a.
thet1caliy, wondering just what down
| stage is. ~ =
| IT SOON WARNS UP.
The house is always stiff during the
llrst act, confides at bit Of a gifi in n
gauzy gown and Kate Greenway bonnet,
but they'll warm up gradually The
young person looks sixteen but she speaks
! with the assurance of grey hairs ana
I Ii14c experience Very interesting IS it to
| Isteh TO the chatter among the chorus
girls as they stand behind, waiting 10 90
| on, with their arms around each others
waists; a favorite among both principals
| and chorus seems to be 'IIlelIa fhe
| smallest chorus girl in the company, and
/ a neice of John Drew. The gayest of
| butterflies does Lucia seem out there on
the glarlng stage. She dances on her toes,
smiles impa:tially on everybody and sings
with all her small might. Behind the
| scenes the childish eyes look weary and
! the mouth drooPs piteously. But she
| TeptiticouSly.
/ But where have chorus and principals
gone TO. just minute ago the curtain
everything has become suddenly q m The
scene Shifters are at work New York IS
replacing old New Amsterdam. The poet
/ ry-forever on that other side of the foot
/ lights there Is bit of fascination about
i 1T all-has been replaced by the pose.
| The artist has been rep. aced by the work
! ingman.
Little halls lead in labyrinthine fashion
/ upstairs to the chorus girls dressing
rooms down stairs to the prih-
cipals Hrere in those: dress
The soubsettes must change into the sum
/ nler girls and there isn't time to make
anything like an elaborate toilet Some
OF the principals are fortanat IN the pos
1 session of maids. That helps some, but
1 still there is a rush
Miss Yerri1gton who makes perhaps
! one of the nattiest boys ever seen on the
4 when the intruder raped at the door. ?
Come in, if you don't mind this?'' She
said, glancing around at the confusing ar
ray OF masculine garments.
/ Miss Warrington huns the Hangar co.
/ song in which she has scored 50 decided
a success and places some more eyelasy
/ over one eye.
II think your ST. Paul audiences are
] awfully stiff remarked Miss YeFliAg
ton. ooh, they have been very i>issd to
us and they applaud but, we'll it does11't
a good time last Friday night, continued
/ the slim young prisna donna as She tied
her tie before the glass you know am
Winona- girl, but haven t been there
/ for five years They hadn't forgotten
/ me, however ] never received so MANY
| flowers in my lire. That's Il picture Of
/ ton, who, of course, is not really Miss
Warrington IF the stlge. The picture
! showed a chubby S9unsSer of three. HIS
mothers dressing room is well ltlied With
/ those pictures.
s'Fave some candy2'' Hospitality offered
! Miss Lillian Coleman, who stood in her
/ dressing room aIFaysed ia the white, lace
| trimmed frock that makes her appear
| across the fuotliglats.
| Miss Coleman is petite and graceful, ana
clever little opera. don't you tn nk?" she
!. demanded, land how do you like the
/ stage?"
| The Interviewer vanished.
MRS. BELL HAS SCRUPLES.
4 q have one objection to playing in
1 the West" remarked Mrs. Bell .energet-
! icaslg as she put on the wig with its
/ funny stiff braids, land that is the fact
that you have your thea tiers open here
! Sunday NIGHTS. East of Chicago they
don't do such things, and It's agains G,sny
4 Episcepalian training to come to the the
s1rs. Bell confessed that she had been