The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1904-05-08

as she spoke, knocked softly upon the
door of the dressing ROOM
Miss Barrymore broke off with a
/ sigh. and, rising from her chair, pinned
on big, broad brimmed. becoming
hat. I wondered what such a hat was
I called, chen thought why not Bar
! rymore" haiti couldn't have been a
Goodbye" she said. offering her
hand.
You viii be gone"
THAT VIII depend. Perhaps for a
day, a week, a month, possibly a year
but in any event not longer than a
year."
Frederick Warren is known among
the players who make their living and
regulations in vaudeville. He is a
member of the team" of Warren and
Blanchard. Nothing particularly inter
esting concerning Mr.. Warren, unless
it be the fact that he was born Feb. 20,
and recently celebrated one Of his few
birth anniversaries. At his party he
told this story:
we were playing in London, Ont
and at the close Of our enga cement ]
went to see the customs clerk TO ar
range for the transfer of our baggage,
While waiting for him ] got into con-
versation with an old Scotchman who
greatly admired theatrical people and
loved 10 tax with them. He had met
number and was tolersbly familiar with
their ways. Turning 10 me, he said:
' DO you know all the good actors
are getting older every day, take Joe"
Jefferson and "Joe' Murphy, for in
stanCe2'
Yes / said. and there's Oliver
Doud Byron
4" That's right responded the old
man. but poor East Lynne. she's
dead
Argus was the name of a - dog
owned by Beerb0hm Tree, the English
player. Argus was a wise anifal, and
ne approved unstintediy the repTessive
drama He did not like sensation and
he abhorred uelodrama- SO long as his
master was quiet and well behaved Ar
gus would sit in the wings and enjoy
his performance, but when there were
heroies Argus objected. For instance,
it is related that when Mr.. Tree was
playing Captain Swift" Argus used to
follow every look and gesture OF his
master until the moment of the suicide
arrived. Then ne would turn tan and
Zee into a dark corner and there wait,
with his head buried i'm his paws, for
the sound of the pistol and the thud OF
the fan. Then he would crawl out TO
meet his master and howl with JOY at
dnding him really alive.
Last summer Francis Wilson took
"trip through the Scottish Highlands.
The party he was with was touring the
particuIsr. range of hills where the
guide points at each peak and gives
each q name THAT is Ben Venue, he
says: the other Ben Lomoudi this,
Ben Nevis etc.
Mr.. Wilson nodded his head at each
ben" and said it reminded him Of
story. 1t was in a play called Mad
Mullah." and all Mr., wilson had TO do
was travel around night after night
with little sleep, nothing to eat, doing
every odd lob Imaginable with. except
at rare intervals. no pay. This partic-
ular time was a common empty stom-
ach interval Dir. Wilson was getting
into his reception suit-a pair Of red
boomers and turbau-When an idea
struck him. He would get discharged
and iu q blaze Of glory, too. He would
starve no more. He thought over mis-
/ modest line. "Ben AIi Ben Hasken,"
and then q salaam. how Ben walked I'm
and then how he had TO hustle scenery
/ the rest Of the night and pray for pay
day. Perhaps that night he would have
to help run the calcium light or assist
the stage carpenter. No more Of that
he decided.
The scene in the Turkish palace
came Everything was quiet. Nr. Viii
son heard the cue and the approaching
steps of the grand vizier. Quick as
fash ne took the center Of the stage,
and striking a mock heroic attitude.
shouted with his hands at his mouth:
Ben Ali. Ben Hass0n, Been scene
shIter. Been carpenter Been lighter.
I Been every d. thing Then he
/ ssla8med, and the Ben walked jan. The