The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-02-01

artist / have ever known" said Mr.. Ha-
worth. His art is absolutely part of
himself, and when anyone does an inartistic
thing, whether advertently or inadvertent-
ly, it is to Mr.. Mansfield personal affront.
I feel that / have been fortunate. indeed.
in knowing and understanding so true an
artist and so splendid man, and leave
the delightful atmosphere that he creates
about him in the theater and in his home
with genuine regret"
Mrs. lie Moyne is great favorite among
indianapolis theater-goers and she will al
ways be welcomed TO this city, but ii is
hoped. for her own sake. that she may soon
be able TO secure better play than the
one she presented here last week. Among
Those Present is not worthy OF her. Be
tween her matinee and evening perform
ances last Wednesday she talked entertain
ingly to a caller of her first experiences on
the stage in A. NJ. Palmers famous Union
Square stock company. II remember the
very morning I secured my first engage
ment" she said. 1T a drizzling, dis
NAL day. about as dreary as one could have
chosen for such venture, but / was an
ambitious young girl, and a friend had Sc
cured an appointment for me with Mr..
Palmer on that day. and L would have kept
it if there had been a cyclone and an earth
quake combined. Nevertheless l must con-
fess that L was not especially cheerful and
not at all confident when / took my place
in the center of that big, lonesome stage
to recite my carefully-rehearsed selection
to my severely critical audience of one
Much to my surprise. Mr.. Palmer seemed
pleased, and, as practical evidence Of the
fact, gave me an engagement in his COM
pany; and that was the beginning Of my
career behind the footlights."
| Hillary Bell the clever dramatic critic OF
the New York Press, in writing of his re-
| moval from the free list of several of the
theatrical trusts theaters in New York,
has this amusing observation to make: in
| New York, with its multitude of theaters,
| it is a joy rather than sorrow for the
critic to escape some part of the first
nights On one occasion Henry Z. Abbey.
being incensed at the tone adapted by
William Winter in his reviews of Sarah
Bernhardt's acting. gave orders that no
more seats were to be reserved for the
venerable poet. The Tribune critic chortled
with glee He hated Sarah Bernhardt.
|
of reviewing her performances filled him
| with vast content Mr.. Winter enjoyed a
holiday and Nine. Bernhardt received nc
notices in the Tribune until Abbey capitu-
lated and entreated the poet to come back
and roast the actress some more. On an
other occasion Maurice Grau, in wrath al
the structures passed by the Times, refused
| to admit its critic, Mr.. Henderson. to the
opera. If you have ever tried to eat thirty
quail in thirty days consider how much
harder it is to sit through fifty operas In
fifty nights. Henderson sang a pean OF
jubilation, rested from his labors at the
Metropolitan and became acquainted with
his family. If these things happen in the
green tree of high art what shall it be ir
the dry of low art? 1t may be a depriva
ton to be shut out from the pleasures Of
opera and Bernhardt, but who could lament
over the loss of the Rogers Brothers ant
The Bilionaire?''