The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-07-15

standstill and there, lying by the road
side. was the poor chicken whose life
had been snuffed out He was pre-
pared for the worst when the follow
ing dialogue took place:
May l ask did you run over this
chicken" said the farmer.
Yes, I'm the guilty party. but | am
willing to pay for the damage" re-
turned the comedian. How much do
you want?'
"Oh, that's all right. You see be-
fore l took tde chicken home / wanted
to make sure how it had been killed
If your automobile ran over it 1 guess
it's good TO eat"
AT the Players club in New York d
rather i'll natured story was told the
other night about Nat Goodwin.
"Goodwin's opening in London, at the
Shaftesbury theatre, with A GiIded
Fool, was, you know, frost" said
tragedian, smiling gladly. "The piece
didn't go at all. Goodwin had to make
a quick change to An American Citi-
zen
Goodwin was staying, ar the Cecil,
and one evening he got into a han
som TO go to the theatre. Shaftesbury
avenue, in front of Shaftesbury the
atre, is usually crowded with cabs and
hansoms and motor buses and, to
make better time. cabmen usually APP
proach by means OF little alley on
they west
'Shaftesbury theatre, said Good
win to the cabman, and to save time,
take the alley
No need to take alley tonight, sir
said the cabman, grinning. Goodwin
is playing "A Gilded Fool" sir. "
*x
The members of 1.-THE Man From
Now company. with several of the
ladies of the chorus, visited the city
prison of Boston the other day with
Harry Bulger. Mr. Bulger tells this
story of the tour of inspection.
Under the guidance of the superin-
tendent we went from tier to tier, saw
prisoners who had been sentenced for
life and others that were only serving
3 thirty-day term. The ladies were de-
lighted with the experience and were
remarking at the different types that
they saw. At last our guide took us
to room in which three women were
sewing.
Dear me- whispered one of the
girls to the superintendent, what vi
| cious looking creatures! What are they
here fOT?'
Because they have no other home.
| This is our sitting room. and they are
my wife and two daughters blandly
returned the warden"
In "The Music Master" Marie Bates
carries in her arms cute little toy
spaniel, Skippy, alluded to more than
once in her lines. On one occasion not
| long since Skippy fell ill and was I'M
| able to appear. He had no under
study and a wild search was made for
| substitute.
The time was short before the start
of the performance. and at last the
property man had to settle on the only
| canine available, a bulky bulldog,
which poor Mrs. Bates was obliged to
| lug on the stage with the hest grace
hse could muster.
But her pTedicament was as nothing
compared to the dilemma that con-
| fronted a young actor taking part in
a students matinee this spring. The
play called for his appearance on the
stage, followed by a NANCY cur, to
whom he was shouting:
| go back, you brute! What do you
mean by following me in this way?"
In The excitement of getting the
players themselves up in their parts
| no attention had been paid to a dog
until the day of the performance, when
a small one belonging to the stage
manager was pressed into service. But
he obstinately refused to follow the
budding Thespian. Ali lures were IN
awaiting.
Take q string and lead him ON.
suggested somebody.
Eyes, I'd look great doing that,
wouldn't It," replied the poor play
er, land telling him at the same time
to clear out?' ~
All the while his cuekfor entrance
vas coming closer snd closer and fin
ally it arrived.
Get on there with you" whispered
the director Of the Hrformarce. and