The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-10-14
PRESS AGENTS ROUND TABLE.

Charles Bugbee, who is in the city. her
aiding the coming to the Lafayette Thea
tire Of THE King of the Opium Ring" re-
lates good story, which he AYERS hap
pened while the company was rehearsins
in New York City last summer. prepara-
tory to the commencement of the annual
tour.
Charles E. Blaney, the author of the
play says Mr.. Bugbee. had just emerged
from the theatre in which the rehearsals
were conducted, when his attention was at
tracted by big Irishman loudly whistlins
while fixing the telephone wires. AT that
moment a milk boy came down the street
and Pat made fatal mistake. Instead of
attending to his own business. he tried to
work and watch the reckless driver of the
milk wagon at the same time. The conse-
quence was that he did neither. What he
did was to lose his footing. There was
yell from the bystanders below. echoed
by lusty cry from above. Everybody
then shout Of relief went up from the
crowd. Pat had made frantic dive for the
wire and had caught it.
Hold on, Pat encouragingly shouted
some one.
Run for Mattress advised another.
Get ladder commanded third.
Somebody do something. said n phi
lanthropic looking individual, Indignantly.
The man can't hold on forever. / say.
do something he shouted, getting very
red in the face and dancing around eX-
citedly.
'Only one man in the entire crowd did
not say anything-he was too busy climb
ing up the telephone pole. The excited
'1hrong condescended to notice him finally
and OWNED his intention.
:" Hold on Pat, help is coming. they
shouted to the man hanging on for dear
life to the wire.
Then a wave Of horror swept over the
assemblage. The man suspended between
heaven and earth suddenly loosened his
hold and fell backward. striking the
ground with one of those familiar dull,
sickening thuds.
He is Dead groaned the multitude,
and strong men and brave covered their
faces from the horrible sight. The man
wasn't dead, however An 1rishman who
works for telephone company as line
man has as many lives as the proverbial
cat. In a moment. the injured Pat came
to and sat up, rather dizzily. trying to
realize just what had happened and that
he was once more on terra firma.
"'What did you ct go for, Pat?' queried
Mr.. Blaney. Why didn't you hold on
for a moment longer; help was just
at hand
wen, SalQ rat, earnestly, vi WAS
afraid the wire wud break"
John Shean, who has been in Washing
ton for some days. acquaint;ng local
amusement lovers with the coming Of the
Primrose and Dockstader minstrels to the
National Theatre tomorrow night. relates
a story, which he asserts is absolutely
true. 1t is about a certain eminently
proper family Of Boston. the GARDENERS.
who recently went to Philadelphia for a
visit with friends.
Their host wanted to entertain them,
but was bit doubtful about taking them
to the theatre lest something should APP
pear to offend. Finally. he resolved that
the Primrose and Dockstader minstrel
show would do. He went to buy the tick
cts and. still mite dubious, said to the
box office man:
Il suppose that this show is quite all
right"
Certainly SIR was the answer.
Nothing to offend in the least?"
Nothing"
well, / just wanted to make sure.
You see, my guests are the GARDENERS from
Boston and. of course. i wouldn't want
anything said or done that might in any
way
''oh, don't worry" volunteered the tick
ct seller. Have no fear
The Philadelphia and the GARDENERS
occupied front seats and the merry min
strels having been cautioned by the man
outside, spotted them. The end man be-
gan story, but, before he had spoken
ten words. the interlocutor interrupted.
''Sh-h-h.'' said he. .'be very careful!
The GARDENERS from Boston are here"
And the GARDENERS arose and swept from
the theatre.