Arizona republican., 1902-02-02
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Tomorrow Richard Golden's "Old Jed |
Prouty'' will be produced at the Doris |
theater for the first time in this city. |
Richard Golden's acting and the play of
''OId Jed Prouty' can be enjoyed over
and over again; eacn time some new
and delicate beauty appears, or some
pleasant memory is awakend, cor some
sweet fancy is suggested. Certain it is
that no other play before us at the
present time abounds in such whole
some material as we find in the homely
pictures and the genial humor and the
tender pathos presented by Richard
Golden in this work. Amid all the
changes and fluctuations to which our
stage has been subjected there has OBJ
tanned a strong demand for a purely
American DRAMA play which should
truthfully illustrate a type of humanity.
This demand is fully answered. We
think. in old Jed Prouty," Il produc
ton so complete in it's naturalness that
it seems to be not a play. but acted
bits of Yankeedom and OF Yankee flesh
and blood plucked from the down-east
and spread before US for our delectation
and benefit. Richard Golden himself is
unquestionably the only delineator of
/ Yankee character the stage has had;
he does not act-he is. Until he gave US
Tolu JEd IIOuLN the l dllktt ol the
playhouse was simply n buffoonish
freak. to be ranked with the conven-
tional minstrel and the typical stage
Irishman.
| "Old Jed Prouty." so truthful of illus.
( tration ard so pure and kindly OF
motive may be accepted as altogether
the best American play yet produced.
| We who live in the west feel under
| peculiar obligations to Richard Golden
| for the good he brings to us in this rare
work of his. Sometimes business, some
! times ill-health and sometimes poverty
| keeps us from revisiting the old home
stead and the Old folks back east, but
/ none of us ever loses his love and
veneration for the dear scenes and the
kindly spirits about which the tendrils
I of memory cling so tenderly. In Old
/ Jed Prouty we recognize an old friend;
| we knew him in Maine. Vermont. New
Hampshire, yet, and in New York state.
| too. His name was not Jed Prouty in
the old days; he was then the same
lovabIe character as he is today, his
| heart as tender. his charity as uni
versal, his humor as quaint, his pathos
| as tender. So. while you and / and
others may disagree as to who he was
| when we We're boys, we do agree that
each of us know him then and that we
/ all love him now. He is an old friend
come from among the hills that once
did grit US round about, and he has
| transplanted out here among the
| prairies patches of our old New Eng e
I land. and We seem TO breathe once
more the atmosphere of those hills and
we seem to hear the humming of the
bees and to scent the fragrance of
lilacs and wintergreen.
We Taught riotously, for it is fun to
be boys and girls again; but we cry,
too, for in all we see and hear there is
so much of suggestion we see more than
our eyes behold and hear more than
that which falls upon our ears: faces
that are dust now, voices which were
hushed long ago-these are the sights
and these the sounds recalled by the
magic of Richard Golden's art.