The San Francisco call., 1904-03-13

big world, And il does not stretch
much farther than frcm Bauer to Col
lius.
Hiberrianly, it was not their period
nor the obvious and even planetary
contrast that posed the two together
for me, but their similarity of differ
ence. They are linked by a perfection
Of disparity. a polar disagreement as
black and white. II lies in their con-
sciousness Of how they do things Half
knowledge is common with the art folk
here, little more. little less. Sam
Collins, delightfully."-, no more knows
why he is funny than Bauer could ig-
more the littlest milligram Of his power
His fUnmaking is pure instinct as
Bauer's art is most subtIy conscious.
His effects are simplest accident, as
the pianists are most profoundly cal
culated. He thinks with his heels, with
his electric toes, his Comus mouth, as
evidently as Bauer is thinking aloud
through his fingers. They are both
modest-and arrived there by different
hemispheres. They are both conscience
possessed, though Bauer's linen willis
through a "Walkurenritt' and Collins
collar succumbs TO a Never Had TO
Work" But to the weeks pedalist
Sam-everybody calls him Sam
was AT home 10 us in his dressing-room
al the Columbia last Tuesday evening
! had set time and place before I had
said things" about The Silver Slip
per" I'd just as soon. you know, not
brush skirts with a hard working little
sister that ! have advised does not
know her business according to my
lights, and you couldn't miss 'em in
The Silver slipper" However, the
deed was done and s o'clock found US
AT the door OF the Margaret Anglin,"
The star dressing room.
A knock brought the terra-cotta nose
Of Hensch and a plea for time to the
inch slit Of the opened door. 4 moment
more and we were admitted. Mr. Col
Inns had al Of Hensch on except the
Fliegende Batter locks. In fact our
moments wait was not for him. A
glance round the room betrayed the
culprit Check trews, loud vests,
piratical locks and sombreros. and oh.
me. oh. my. the gallant frogged coat Of
Donald Brine, hung where the sacred
silks and laces Of feminine stardom are
wont 10 rustic. I had that morning
accused Mr. Brine-led thereto by the
slim and cherubic outlines. the rather
charming backwardness Of The Silver
Slippers" barytone-of youth. 1 had
further advised a kindly captivity until
grown. That I had also prOphesied 4
welcome for him at maturity / now
hoped would save me from the sword
that goes with his handsome uniform
that. however, I dimly suspected was
chocolate, But Mr. Brine disappeared
as We seated ourselves. Collins said:
He's a lovely chap. The dressing
room is big and I enjoy having him
with me for company.
win you ten me- I whispered. Just
how old Mr.. Brine is2 He looks about
twenty 10 me-a young twenty"
Hes -" Collins replied, giving
figures that at least entitle him to some
years Of respect from me- / forgot
them. however, when the dimpled chin
and round, young eyes OF Brine reap
peared. He is incorrigibly young He
told me, we shook hands later-but
that can wait.
Mr.. Collins began things by telling
me that he would like to have come out
ir san Toy" as Ii, a part that he
had played with the Daily company
for two wears.
L
] was last night" he added i've
been wanting to come to San Francisco
for the last twenty years. And Of
course / wanted to do we'll"
We did have the DAILY company here
last season" 1 Informed, with John
Slavin. You know him?
'Roomed with him long time back, -
the comedian said
I wonder II that was in the days
when there were two collars among
three Of you?"
THAT il was" Collins laughed.
There were six Of US in one suite of
rooms and the first one up was the
best dressed"
Il almost decided that you were
cockney bred last night, Mr.. Collins.
Tonight. I don't know"
You're next. Yes, men," Collins
nodded And that's a funny thing, too.
came here from London when I was
three months old. I've been back since
with the Casino Girl though and
rubbed up on the accent I went
there with Lederer-and that's a fun
ny thing. too He wanted a knock
about comedian 1 was one. He
didn't want TO pay any price. I wasn't
il. But he took me. And at the end
OF the run he presented me with a
gold watch on the stage, said I was
the hardest working comedian before
the public. Funny thing, too"
Mr.. Collins slapped his knees and
looked up ingenuously. He has a pair
Of eyes as attractive as any I have
seen in a human head They're brown,
clear and deep and look at you with
the kind, uncritical gaze Of a dog.
There's a wonderful wide mouth un-
der them, sparse black hair over. The
Hensch nose hid the Collins feature
but nothing could hide the prevailing
kindness Of the face. not even the
wondrous thing in make-ups before
me. But his bedecked and bestriped
figure. It would have taken an even
wiser person than his interviewer to
recognize the acrobat in the short
rather stocky gentleman fronting me.