The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-02-04

later. for he distinctly says here for
the patient 10 pay the IS for medicine
and return the visits"
After a delightful social call Mr..
Dockstader invited the famous ply
stefan to Thanksgiving dinner, stat
ing in the invitation that as no turkey
over 60 had a right to live, there would
be delicacies Of all ages.
The success of Eleanor Robson and
the fact that she was the first legiti-
mate actress to capture London formed
the basis of a discussion a few nights
ago IN which some interesting remin-
iscences were told by Harry COrson
Clarke.
What makes Miss Robson's success
all the more interesting tC me-" said
the cOmedan ''is the fact that was a
member of the stock company in Los
Angeles when her mother brought her
from the convent on Staten island.
She made her first appearance with us,
and I was delegated by Tim Frawley
to beg Madge Carr Cooke to please
send her back to the convent whence
she came. Strange, isn't it? And L
take off my hat to her all the more
sincerely now that she has come into
her own"
ance Of THE Wizard of or when the
house is very dark. and Musical Di-
rector Zimmerman conducts the or
chestra with an electrical baton. These
are incOnvenient moments to enter the
Grand opera house. So two women
found it at a recent matinee. They
were from out of town and enjoyed
that sense of darkness which st times
even the most conventional women may
experience.
The usher led them IN blacklist of
darkness to their row. They followed
with fearful steps, and the uncomfort-
able sensation that they were on the
border of precipice, and about to step
off, and there he started them to take
their seats, three chairs of, and left
them to their own guidance. They
could see absolutely nothing but they
could feel. And they felt Each chair
went carefully under their hands with
anxious touch until all three were
passed. They had now found their own
and seated themselves. thankful. but
| bTeathess. At length the light flashed
over the house. In the three chairs
/ they had labOrioUsly traced with their
gloves sat three men.
/ "Only fancy" said one, what I
| thought were the upholstered arms ana
backs Of chairs were knees"
The willy men had drawn back their
feet and sat mOtionless during the
passage.
But I think 7 heard a faint giggle'
said the other. LAS I sat down I fancy
I tickled one mans ear"
"Once when I was a reporter" said
David BeIasco at a holiday dinner, IT
| spent two days with a gang of tramps
in order to get material for an article
on tramp life.
These tramps were a merry lot.
They had as many stories to tell as the
end man of a minstrel show. The ex-
cellent mince pie that we have just
been eating reminds me of a mince pie
episode told by one of the wanderers.
He said that friend of his, one cold
day in January, knocked at the kitchen
door Of a farm house.
Well said the farmers wife, you
here again?'
g Yes. ma'am,' said the tramp re-
spectfulIy I want to know. ma'am if
you'll be kind enough to give me the
recipe for that mince pie that 7 had
here yesterday?
Well. the idear cried the farmers
wife. Land sakes, man, what do you
want that recipe fOr?'
ITO settle a bet replied the tramp.
MY DardneT says you use three cups
Of Portland cement to one of molasses.
but I claim it's only TWO and a half
<
Some half a dozen years ago or more
the urchins of the Partisan boulevaFds
were hawking one of the most ear
thrilling instruments ever compounded
of resin and catgUt, says the New York
Sun. When they put it in motion, as
they increasingly did, it. ran a fierce
gamut from a Ianguishing, siren sigh
through a gasp of physical pain TO
shrek of more than mortal agony.
They called it lie Dernier SOuDir de
Sarah Bernhard" and they sold it for
ten sous. If there was any lack Of
delicacy in all this, any faint of iT-
reverence for the life and death OF a
great artist, the last person with any
right to complain was she who had
donned a winding sheet and lain I'm
her coffin to have her photograph TAX
en-. For myself I was not so much
shocked as filled with envy at this new
proof of the supremacy of dramatic
criticism in Paris. To any one who has
heard that last sigh nothing remains
to be said-except, perhaps. that Bern
haTdt is the foremost French actress of
her time. and one of the great figures
: of the stage in all ages.
These are some Of Ethel Barry
mOre's beaux; Richard Harding Da-
Wis. the author. in his bachelor days,
, was very attentive; Frederick Geb-
hardt, society man, was reported to
l be engaged to her, Charles ID. Wet
! more, wealthy Harvard man, Il was
rumOred, was an ardent suitOr; when
she went to England the Duke OF
! Manchester was numbered among her
suitors; Prince Ranjitsinhje, an In
dian nobleman. fell in love with her
and tried to give her priceless jewels;
when she was in Sir Henry Irvings
company her betrOthal to his son Law
renee, an actor. was announced by
cable: Gerald Du MauFier, Alfred Du
Maurier's son, who is an actor, sought
to marry her. Captain Harry era
ham, English soldier, litterateur and
politician. is the latest, and apparently,
the most successful sutton.
Mr.. BelascO, Harrison Grey Fiske
and James Metcalfe, the dramatic
writer debaTred from syndicate the
aires, are joined together to get the