The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-03-11

literature. painting. sculpture, archi.ec-
ture and chatting dish cookery. But when
he begins on the play he's sure to appear
a fool
who now" quer.ed the sergeant-a
Arms.
II don't know-s chap behind me who
kept drowning the prettiest speeches in "A
Colonial Girl by whispering to his lady,
And to think that he's got over $4,000,
OOe.'
He'd his Howard Gould's mixed" COM
mentsd the Treasurer. having come 10 the
end of the line OF knobs.
They always do get something mixei.
the President went on. The day before
yesterday l was riding home n an electri,
ear. Two dear girls near me we're discuss
ing Quo Vadis' Queer title. observed
the younger. Not at all corrected her
companion. ITS the name OF the hero OF
the bookt' -
Where ignorance is bliss" quoted the
Secretary
"Humph!" exclaimed the sergeant-at-
Arms.
you've heard of the individual who kept
away from the Lambs Gambol because he
didn't care for exhibitions CT trained ami
nals?'
"Humph." observed the sergeant-at-
Arms, tau5oiogically.
The Robyns-" began the Vie Presi-
dent
But the Secretary interrupted with the
admonition: Don't say that you were
asked whether they were the people meant
in tire song, When the Robins Nest
Again. "
The Robyns. who are to be seen next
week at the Grand, used to have q sketch
called Straight Tip jim Some benignlnt
old person. innocent o. racing and racing
idioms, enquired If Mr.. Robyns hadn't In
tended the announcement TO read, Gas
Tip JIM Evidently. the suggester thought
that the story had been written around a
plumber
1T was a newspaper reporter chimed
in the Second Member. who had the idea
that Mrs. Carter was the wife OF Nick
Carter. of dime novel fame"
And a railway conductor who thought
that Edmund d. Lyons, a member of the
cast to be brought here in Quo vadis'
was the husband of The Lady OF Lyons. -
That is rather far-fetched." commented
the Urea surer. beginning the task OF slic-
ing the gold OFF the much-impToved chair
in question.
with these folk who discuss theatrcals
but do not comprehend them" the Presi-
dent remarked. nothing can be far
fetched. You'd hardly believe this tale
had l not Joe Haworth's word on its truth.
iOu DlucL IGIleHlDtf iUdt stdIo dSp JOC
was presenting a plece-'For Her. or a
like dram IN which the hero was shot
during the last act Well, the player de-
clares that, while he was appearing in
Chicago With Quo Vadis' he was APP
preached n front of the stage door By a
rural-looking fellow who grasped his hand
cordially. I seen you tonight" he en-
Unused.
Yes returned Joe. marveiing.
Yes, repeated the rustic. You seemed
the same as ever. Didn't limp nor carry
your arm in sling. That scamp in For
Her must have been a darned bad shot,.
How does that strike you?''
Well" observed the First Member.
quietly, I'm willing to put my faith In
the verify of all these anecdotes But the
Lcungers' League contains managers aud
journalists and other bright men. l can't
understand why no point can be proved
by reference to examples more complex
than are those afforded BY stars who are
about to come to town"
Managers and newspaper scrioblers,"
unused the Vice President.
Managers and Journalists
Managers and Journalists
Yes replied the First Member. Mana
gers and journalists-what of it,
Nothing said the Vice President,
only did it ever occur to you that that
might have little to do with the trend
of the conversation"