The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1905-07-08
THE STORY TELLERs.
Jokes and Anecdotes of the Players
Told OFF the Stage.

IOIQ OiI tic StdSCs
There is an actor in the west who has
been playing for some years in an Irish
drama called 1.-THE Inshavogue." And
he relates this experience to prove the
demand for an active mind which the
actor must satisfy:
The patriot is confined in Jail and
about to be executed. The guard sta
toned outside is an old friend, and the
Inshavogue, determined that he will not
be executed, arranges it to be shot. He
tells his old friend that when he puts
a light in the window be is to shoot at
it. and, of course, he intends to be
there and receive the bullet. However,
he goes to the window first in the dark,
sand to his great joy discovers thai. a
friend has placed a file there and that
he may possibly make his escape. Just
as he is about to gain his liberty the
villain comes in and discovers what is
going on. The discouraged prisoner is
thrown to the floor, and the villain, IN
his joy, grabs the light and goes 70 the
window, where. of course, he meets MS
Just deserts, because the faithful friend
outside shoots at the light, as hidden.
1t is intensely melodramatic, but
something happened, as it always does.
The company had picked up a big, awk-
ward amateur actor a short time before.
One night the big scene was worked up
finely and the villain dashed to the
window, but there was no gunshot. the
old shotgun that was doing service to
make the explosion had refused to go
off.
villain to the man in the wings:
81 can't" came the reply, and, click,
click, went the old gun -.
DO something, groaned the nero from
the jail floor. For - sake, kill your
self some way.
A brilliant thought came into the al
legged brain of the villainous actor, and
he staggered down front. shrieking:
sGTI T ENxT01
I am dying"
There is an old fellow in my town
who is always talking of his proweSs
with the gum said Raymond Hitch
cock the other day HE has never
accomplished any great feat, but con-
tinues to make the most elaborate
preparations for his Ni1nrod trips, and
always returns with an empty bag. He
has become quite joke to everybody
and the farmers have repeatedly
threatened to get out an injunction
against him for possible damage to
their stock. His wife was joking him
about his i'll luck, and upon his last
trip to the woods he determined to
bring back some kind OF game. AS
before, success refused to be with him,
and he came to town after an all day
tramp. thoroughly Disguised and tired
out. Passing a game store, a happy
idea seized him, and going in he
he walked into the kitchen where his
wife was preparing dinner, and toss
ing the birds on the table, said: "Well,
I'm not so bad with a gun after all.
Just see what fine pair I've brought
in.
Did you shoot those birds today?'
4 certainly did, the embryo hunt
er replied, with a buster.
We'll replied his wife, turning
from the table with a grimace, you
were quite right in shooting those
birds today; tomorrow would have
been too late
Harry BuIger, the comical bluejay
of the Woodland company, is now in
New York. He met an actor friend
just in from the zone nighters'' re-
Gently and the following dialogue took
place:
"Great season. Harry" said the
transformer. MADE quite hit in the
part of the Mexican greaser. Twas a
regular screamout in Painted Dog
Can you play Mexican?" ques-
toned Bulger doubtingly.
Sure said the other.
We'll then, suppose you roll me a
cigarette" retorted BuIger