The San Francisco call., 1905-08-27

Miss Albertson's stockings were In
dubitably white I had to look several
times 70 reassure myself on the point
They were virgin white, nipped in to a
neat young ankle. and disappearing into
a small. bright-buckled. red-heeled shoe
The rose-ringed skirt Of Arrah ma Pogue
hid the other end OF them. and they
cleaned white to the hem Of it. A
rounded slip Of warm young womanhood,
round OF arm, round OF warm, white
throat, round of cheek frightened above
that, all girlish and naive as the snowy
hose. There was broad, young brow.
laid over with low, soft, coppery folds
Of hair. eyes like a deer's with the sun
in them-why shouldn't the stockings be
white?
But I stopped at the chin. 'Tis an in
quisitiYe chin. You don't get Miss Al
bertsons kind of chin on the person that
doesn't ask her way when she wants
a way and there is some one to ask
Deep and firm. II rounds delicately to a
point, and If the Albertson nose did the
same one would prefer TO have on this
years rather than last years hat when
their owner said how'd ye-do?" But it
does not. 1t is only the legitimate Curl
Osity. the thirst TO know. that the chin
bespeaks, and, by the gods, did never
chin less belle its mistress: There was
after all some warrant here for my
doubling the hue Of the hose.
Truth 10 tell, went to see Lillian AL
bertson the other night as just a pretty
girl that had achieved a neat little sue
cess in the four years since she was a
high school lass in Fresno. Raisins and
profane thermometers had failed to sat
isfy her, it is surmised, and she left
Fresno for Frisco and fogs. She want
ed 70 know" she told me. At home she
told them that she found IT imperative
10 earn her own living. Three days
clerking in an uptown store decided her
that that was not the way she wanted
20 earn Il. And so Miss Albertson took
to the stage. 1 happened to know OF
the grit that had gone TO the getting
there, and to have followed her in the
by no means great, by no means sensa-
tiOnally promising, but sincere, earnest.
pretty work that has now earned her a
handsome berth with the Lieblers.
And here she was talking about objec-
tive minds and subcOnsciousnesses and
things I began II. A little wickedly
began Il, asking the golden-eyed girl, in
the foolishly pretty costume Of Arrah ma
Pogue Qt was in her dressing-room at
the Grand Opera-house) what she thought
most essential TO success on the sage
Brains?
About her horse-Pere Albertson raises
horses'-she has a fine little PAGER,
about her dog-she KNEW 81 should have
hts if I saw HIM Che is so beautifuD
about how she could not play the night
before. Just because she was so happy"
ali about nothing" we had been chat
ting.
~Brains2" she repeated after me.
brains most essential to success on the
stage2'' She dropped her chin in her
hand, looked at me from under her
snooded hair like a child. and said: "Oh
no. 1 don't believe brains are the chief
factor in a stage success Personality
first, think, temperament, sincerity, and
a little intellect-eh?'
held my breath and nodded to a Per
maps"
Miss AIbertson went on, question in her
voice always-she is anything less than
dOgmatic; Actors so often express great
er things than they are capable Of con-
ceiving?'
1 threw in another perhaps" and
asked, carefully grave, what she
thought the source OF the acting faculty?'
7 think-one acts-mostly-from the
subjective side?" she queried, of herself,
of me, Of the powers about. 1T is an
instructive rather than a conscious art
usually? One acts without reason, in
tellect-from intuition? There should be
both-yet? You know (she clasped her
hands cozily about her knees to this)
think If I could trust wholly to my intui-
ton I should act better? But my judg-
ment seems TO sit upon my intuition. Ny
objective mind steps in and says: don't
do this. don't do that'-that my intuition
tells me TO DO. Then there's trouble, and
I don't know what TO do. Possibly when
my objective mind
Colleen, dear Qt was in Denis O'Sul-
livans ingratiating baritone. and Denis
O'Sullivan's big, beaming face followed
the voice., dye remember where you
dried up last night?'-''How dye do?'' TO
the visitor.
You shouldn't tell me before company
laughed the girl, and as Shaun the Posts
caubeen disappeared she said: Il forgot
my lines last night, and l asked Mr..
O'Sullivan, What do I say hereg He said,
I don't know, say itr I was just too
happy to act. Goodbye, for a minute"
But she couldn't find the bank notes
that the McCoul gives her! She split the
rouge, powdered the table, tossed books
aside but no bank notes. With brilliant
presence of mind I snatched up some
sheets of copy paper, folded them, gave
them TO her and, as J. ]. Morton would
betray it, "they weren't bank notes at
all, at all, that Arrah had. I saw them
they were just sheets of Call copy paperr'
Perhaps il was the aftermath of the
'sWearin' of the Green" that / heard a
moment later, but Miss Albertson came
back wiping the tears from her eyes
Real tears"
"Oh, I never lose a chance to sniff, .
she tossed back.
I wondered innocently: rs one most