Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-11-11
THEATRICAL
 CHATTER

girl blushed painfully and fixed her eyes upon her lap. No comment from her escort could induce her to raise them. At last he said: T beg your pardon. Miss -: I didn't know any more about this play than you did. Shall we go to the Hippodrome? The girl nodded, gathered up her wraps and followed him from the theater. That was the effect of Shawism upon one young girl. What it was upon other young girls who elected to re- main is a subject of hot discussion in half the homes of New York.
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 Hap" Ward. while playing in Chi cago last week received the follow ing letter from his son and heir: My dere papa-I rite you few lines to tell you | would like new autome- bile. I saw a nice one for small boy in Boston for fifty dollars. also l saw a pony cart would like better and a pony. 1t was painted red the cart not the pony. also would like new foot ball and some pants and a nose guard and would like them rite away not for christmas no more at presents. your loving son-Hap, jr. F. s--l am going to Adeline Rolston's party to- morrow. 4x6." Pretty good for six years old. The young man is evident ly fitting himself to star in The Grafter' one of these days was MT Wards comment on the request in the Hn+f oe,fc int ln6 h "4x6. That must be small party When Lucy Daily (AIrs WardD read the letter she exclaimed at once: Bless his heart! He means From four to sixr" ,.
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 The story about the theatrical com panyf in hard luck driving into town on top of a stage coacn and one of the actors admiring the beautiful sunset until the driver informs him that the glorious light he sees is the reflection from the burning ''opery house" where the company expected 10 play. reminds Nat NJ. Wills of theater fire that he once witnessed. "The bass violin player" said the star of "The Duke of Duluth" was stopping at the same hotel, and we were both in the office when a small boy thrust his head in the door and shouted. The opery house is on firer Mine Gottv shriek- ed the musician. short. fat and ex- citable German, mine fiddler and he rushed madly for the theater. Reach ing there, he hurried through the stage door and into the orchestra pit. The theater was q mass of flames in the rigging loft. but the beloved fiddle was still safe. Its owner seized it and started to make his escape the way he came. Too late! the stage it. self was now roaring furnace. The German staggered to a window that opened on the street and raised it. | was standing outside with the crowd. Quick. Nat he gasped. take de ffd- dle. and he thrust the neck through the window. The body of the violin was too large and it stuck fast. A dozen willing hands seized 1t. there was a sound of splintering wood, a vail from the German Mine Gott. don't break itr and we all fell back wards with only the neck in our grasp. We were forced to reach in and drag that crazy German away from the re- mainder of his beloved instrument: and with the broken neck clasped in ms arms and the tears rolling down his blistered cheeks he turned to me ana demanded: Is dot de way to save mans fiddle? Fiddle be hanged, you re lucky to escape with your life Yah, but vot's de user"