The Butte inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1901-1912, 1901-12-28
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| the people Of the locality in which its
scenes are laid. If the Aravaipa valley
| were within as easy railroading distance
as Bucksport Me-, Sag Harbor or the
] various Massachusetts villages in which
| the crop of Yankee dramas have been
| located, it's inhabitants might long ere
| this have enjoyed with Burns the health
| full experience, to 'see themsers as
ithers see them."
John P. SlOcum, manager or the k1rke
La Shele Opera company. iesenting
1.-The Princess Chic" sat in barber
shop in Detroit recently, waiting to have
| his chin scrare1. The 10y al preached
and handed him an illustrated paper.
After turning a page or two Mr.. Slo-
cum threw the paper across the shop
and swore.
The boy picked up the paper, looked
at the pictures that had Occasioned the
explosion, and said:
Don't like them jumpin' hosses?"
mo-" said Mr. Slocum
Ever git dumped?" pursued the lad.
mo-" said Slocum.
Ever -
NO." growled Slocum, and walked
out of the place.
Later he explained to a friend: Miss
Sylvia, who plays the title role in The
Princess Chic is addicted to horseback
riding like some people are to drink.
And wherever We go she wants to en-
danger her neck every day. Well, you
know, we've got to keep our contracts
and play The Princess Chic all the
way to the Pacific and back again. AM.
it's certainty We would be looking for
new prima donna in a week If didn't
prevent her from horseback riding
i've told her Of all the horrible acct
dents that ever happened (and Of some
that didn't), I've pretended to look a
town over for saddle horse and then
lied and told her there wasn't any, I've
made appointments at her hotel to have
people meet her, I've had myself report
ed dangerously hurt in an accident, I've
read bad opera librettos to her saying
Mr.. La Shelle wanted her opinion on
them, I've told her smallpox lies to keep
her indoors, and I've called innumerable
rehearsals-all to keep her from horse
back riding.
But the other day she lodged me.
l knew she was to go to the house of
prominent society woman for luncheon.
and thought I could safely take a day
off. But it happened that her hostess
was a member of Hunt club and the
owner of several very fine hunters,
and nothing would do but they must
have dash cross country.
II had been out looking up the suburb
an billing, and was still in the out
skirts when I heard a clatter of hoofs.
and here came Miss Sylvia and her friend
on dead run across vacant meadow
lot and bang at a high board fence.
Mrs. Blank was in front and as she went
for
down, and my heart was permanently
deranged by seeing Miss Sylvia, horse
and all, go down right on top of them.
I had visions of MANNED horses and
both women killed, and all sorts of
things. I ran to them, but before I had
got there the horses had struggled to
their feet and the women too and would
you believe nobody was hurt a bit-not
even the horses.
"And that's why don't want to even
look at pictures of 'jumpin' hosses.' But
the worst of It, is that Miss Sylvia uses
her lucky escape as an argument against
my prejudice. Say it's the best kind of
proof that horseback riding isn't danger
Gus; says IT 1t was she'd been killed.
Can you beat that?'
And Mr.. Slocum signed.
Time was when American mana ayers
looked to the foreign stage largely for
play material. But the tables have
turned. Successful offerings are so few
on the other side that instead of being
able to supply America, London man
ayers are keeping sharp lookout in New
York for material suitable to London.
The mills of the gods grind slowly"
but as f1ippant person once misquoted
they do grind"
NOW that the theater ticket specula-
tors have been driven out of business in
New York, they have taken to travelling
from city to city. along with companies
that are known to do capacity business.