The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-01-13


the audience could stand it, they could
II never put concert through under
circumstances more unpropitious thar
those; but there was another night OF
| Faust that was almost as bad. Cam
panini was the victim again. We Were
down South, and Campanini had beer
having bronchitis, and the prima donna
had been laid up with sore throat. We
had been obliged to cancel five dates for
! full houses and had reached the limit.
Then Campanin sprained his ankle.
had gone on ahead, but received a tele-
gram sayin: 'Splained ankle; can't sing.
/ telegraphed Meet me at Jacksonville.
The answer came, Impossible | tele-
graphed again, Meet me whether inn
possible or not He met me; and I told
him he must sing.
But I cannot step, he said.
You'll have to sing some way or
other l said.
He turned to his wife. All! Eet has
come, he said, I hat often said it, He's
gone in re head at last re pauvre
Gottschalk'
Il had my way about it in the end.
made another apology to the audience.
|
nightmare, / am always apologizing to
audiences that are not good natured.
| Campanini gave two acts of Faust on
crutches. 1t was side splitting. Even
Marguerite couldn't take him seriously,
and nobody else tried to do it. He
wasn't a bad fellow, poor Campanini
I've had stars who scratched and raved
and bit Yes really. I've come out of
an argument with my man of genius,
| looking as though I'd been through
Donnybrook Fair. That's fortunately,
an exception, though Usually, I'm
busy defending my man from the min
ions of the law. Genius has such pro-
pensity for raising rows. / started
West with a great violinist, some time
ago; and, for economical reasons went
over a road that is rather rough and
full of curves. Every one on the train
was sleeping peacefully, when there
was yell in the sleeping car. / recog-
nized the voice and grabbed my clothes.
The noise went on increasing in vol
ume and using German langwidge wich
was horful Then | beard my name
shrieked fortissimo at high c. / tum-
b1ed into the aisle. So did every one
else. There was my genius sitting on
the edge of his berth and letting off
fire and smoke at the porter and two
trainmen. When he saw me he seized
me-
Il cannot sleep
What's the natter
My brain ees mad
g I believe you, but what is the spec
ial matter?'
L cannot stay cen my bed
"'Why not?'
Zach Himmel-doze corners! I am
broke in my back. I will it not hat.
You will stop the engineman. He moost
not around der corner go so. Go to him
now. Say l hat it said
Il promised I'd go wrestle with the
engineer; but Il had a terrible time
quieting the old man. Everybody
thought he was a lunatic and seemed
relieved when | told them he was just
a musician. The conductor wanted to
put him off; but / promised I would sit
up with him the rest of the night and
see that he didn't break out again.
You never can tell when a crank is
gazing to break loose, | was going to |
Frisco, with very exctable pianist |
once, and he behaved like a cherub UNI
til the last afternoon we were to have |
reached Frisco, at 70 o'clock but were
four hours late. At $780, my man sat |
up very straight, took out his watch |
and looked at it. Then he began to talk,
in very deliberate, quiet way. I
knew the symptoms and braced
1T is good weather. he said, with !
a long pause between the words. There |
Is no snow on the tracks. There is no
we are four hours late. |
A-a.a-h He was off. He raved at the
road and the country and the conduc-
tor and the porter and me. The more
we reasoned with him the wilder he got.
He told me 1 must do something. He
wouldn't stand it.
'Poosh the train! poosh the train'
ne screamed, and we all promised we'd
push the train If he'd keep quiet. Just
hen boy came through with Frisco
PAPER. 1t saved us. He quoted down
ike lamb-was as pleased as Punch,
,alled the porter his dear friend, and
embraced the conductor, said | was the
pearl among managers and his hearts
'olace.
Another of my men raised Cain on
he way to Frisco. The prairie got on
lis nerves, and he insisted upon my do
ng away with it. From the time he
anded in this country he kept longing
or a sight of Niagara and the prairies
md the Indians. He saw all three, and
lie liked the Falls and the Indians: but
bout two days of the prairie finished
him. He went to pieces completely. He
,ept groaning It's easy enough to make
man cut his throafH and I wouldn't
AVE been surprised to have had a pi-
mist with a severed jugular vein left /
uiet him. They always hate the long
ide to Frisco. They aren't used to
UGH distances, and they loathe the
Kings to eat That's always the moan /
f our foreigners. They can't eat
american cooking. In the cities we can I
ways get French cooking for them, ,
ut in small towns and on the road that
> impossible. A good many of them {
ook all sorts Of messes in their own !,
ooms. It's a funny thing, though, that t
hey all seem to take to American pie.
couldn't be hired to eat the stuff; but :
inc tenths of my foreign stars revel r
i it. We have to get out at every sta 3
ion and buy pie, just as in Germany .
very one jumps out and drinks beer :
zone used to have queer experiences r
l Western concert tours; but every :
hing is conventional out there now, and