The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1906-05-24

ing of my dear departed ten !.
makes the play!
What are they saying nov,a :.
the Proposition in Peaches.
Right there was where | fell !, !.
cellar.
Bon gre de la tour he ,oo,,
says, handing her the hottest 49,
that was ever turned loose,
"Oh, John Henry" says nv i.
friend. why, | didn't know
could speak French! How lov..
What does it mean in Englishp
1t was up to me to make good
1T means" ] says, that sar,
handing a call-down to the ola !,
that looks like cheese sandwich n,
says to him, See here! YOU'VE !,
another bun on! How dare yop nj
into my fiat with your tide M
enough to float battleshipYp
That doesn't sound very poetic.,.
says the Extreme Limit.
ut isn't poeucal," says. "but h,
the goods, all right. Bon gre. th,t,
French for a bun, and de Ia Ton,
means the rest"
That was where caught stem VA
my finish.
had to translate everything I'M
was said on the stage, and couldr,
even pronounce the name of the pe.
they were playing.
All | could do was to remembs
some of the swell language bu
heard at other play joints, and n
rushed them at my lady friend 50 tss
that she hadn't time to decide tbu
| ought to be on my way to q foolh|
house.
When Bernhardt addressed a LOT Ill
French supers l used up a bunch III
tickle-your-fancy language that Msy
Irwin hands to her rib,racked audi
ences, and my lady friend stood for it.
When Coquelin pushed out his ches
and jawed every one in sight threw
my whole soul into the translatil
and handed my lady friend a line q
talk that l heard in a burlesque 1t
The New York" Coquelin made an
awful hit with my lady friend. II !
could have remembered more Of those
good things Coquelin would have
been aces with her ever after
Before the first act was over bad
Sara talking about sure cure for
rheumatism that read in an almanac,
and l had Coquelin reciting tho
Charge Of the Light Brigade"
1t was a hot evening-for me!
Before the second act was hall
through l went off my dip. was
nutty from pit to dome. had enough
bum French in my topknot to start
one of those sit-back. .hold-tight table
d'hote places. with wine at AOc' .
grab.
1t was fierce.
But it was all off when | put Sara
into Mother Goose. That was ha
last camel. My lady friend wouldn't
stand for it when | told her that Bern
hardt was saying "Old Mother Hub
bard, she went to the cupboard" Shs
thought l was stringing her. ! guess
| was.
told her that the French had gons
to my head. Clara Jane said looKea
pale, and hadn't we better go home
she had enough, anyway! =,
I'll bet she had. I'll bet four aoi
lars my lady friend had the wof
play, bar none, that was ever adap'e'
from the French. That's what sn'
had, and / had such a headache!
After we padded off home my iau'
friend said she didn't exactly undel
stand the plot of the play, but sns
be glad if got the book and read ln'
rest of it to her.
Me!-off to the woods! Me!-u
the tall timber till she wakes up' n,
more glad tidings from the frenVi
Tor me. My lady friend is the wnO'
Output, but she'll have to get oul
her trance and take me wilhOu
mayonnaise dressing.
l was lobster to sit in the gan'
but I'm not pate de foie gras enous,
to stay there after my feet get COW
Yours, on the griddle,
JOHN HENRI,
Copyright, 1901, by G w. Dillingham; "