Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-06-16
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.r1,b. funniest thing 1 ever heard IN
+beater" said the man VINO had been all
over the country and back again. WASH
on the stage though connected with IT,
one night in New York / went with
friend to see a melodrama. which, wh!ie II
stirred the tear depths of the galleries.
made most Of the down STAIRS people lausu-
Shortly after the curtain had gone up ana
the house was still a large and portly man.
very dignifed and very pompous. came IN
with nice looking young fellow. he At
tracted my attention first by asking IN
deep bass voice: Where are our seats?
Evidently the young fellow told him the
usher would show them in all r1ght, Tor
the next thing We heard was the deep
voice in a tone of repr oof: Sir, do you mean
to reproVe your uncle? What do you mean,
sirg He was quoted down. though by this
time half the house was snickerinG. and ne
was shown to a seat three or FOUR rows
from the front, and in line with where
sat in the front seat of the orchestra cir
Gle The play went on. and in the third
act occurred one of the pathetic scenes. A
mother with little girl of four or five
years was trying to tell the child that the
villain she had eloped with was her father.
Mamma asked the little one, shrinking
away from him. that isn't my papa, is
1t?
.''Of course. dear, urged the mother, it
Is your papa Go to him and kiss him.
THE child shrank further away from the
villain. who stood with his hands held out
to her.
''.Oh. mamma pleaded the child. is it
my papa? Is ii my papa?
by this time the pompous old fellows
tears were streaming down his cheeks, and
his whole mind and heart were In the play.
He had out a big bandana handkerchief and
he wiped his eyes with it ne began shak-
.I,;Il ,iy,ev1 nd trl,yp
Cling to speak AT last he sobbed out as
he beat the air with his handkerchief at the
little girl:
NO. child no: that is not your father
well, everybod in the house and on the
stage heard il, and IL too much to be
resisted. The response of the audience was
spontaneous and vociferous. and the pa
thetic utterly ruined. AS Tor
the pompous old party, he sat stin as a
board until the final curtain.
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There is vast amount of horse hair
annually used In the United States for max
ing and repairing violin, violoncello and
bass VOL bows" said a wholesale dealer
In such materials in New York to a Star
reporter recently. "All OF the hair comes
from Germany and Russia, in which coun-
tries the tails of horses are generally al
lowed to grow much longer than here. The
foreign hair is also coarser in texture and
tougher than which grows on the Ameri-
can horse, and these qualities make the
imported article more valuable than the
domestic product Is for the purpose.
There only two kinds of horse hair
suitable for making bows, and they are
of the white and black varieties. The for
mer Is used for violin bows and the latter
which Is heavier and stronger. is the best
material for making bows for cello and
bass yiols because 1t bites the larger strings
better. The imported hair Is put up in
hanks of thirty-six inches long. which is
five or six inches longer tran the standard
violin bow. A hank is sufficient for vio-
lin bow. while two hanks are required to
hair a cello or bass VOL bow. There are
about one and one-half ounces of hair in a
hank, which is worth from 20 to 30 cents.
according to the quality of the hair
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1T was not my fault. I am sure" said
the man who telling the story that
l overheard the conversation. 1t was the
takers fault for conversing where I
couldn't help hearing them. I was board
ing at farm house in the country, about
ten miles out of Baltimore. kept by a lady
who. / thought. was ably assisted by her
husband. meek and lowly man who APP
pealed to all the boarders silently. though
he didn't probably know 1t. His wifes
mother also an assistant. and she and
her daughter constituted majority which
was hopelessly against the husband. Still
none Of us ever heard him say a word
until that day I overheard the converse
ton. and then no one heard him except
myself. l had gone down by the spring
house to read in the shade of the big
t-ee back of 1t. and had dozed over my
book. to be aroused by the sound of voices
at the spring. l not visible and be-
fore / could make myself the deed had
been done and Ii TOO late for any
thing except silence and further conceal