Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-11-30


 the witty Irish writer of Miss Kill ! larney" and N.'The Irish Gibson Girl" which, by the way, are two of the seasons song successes, adds: But he who takes care does not take | wife,"
 ......... :II: , Harry Lauder, while singing his already popular song, ''Stop Your Tickling, Jock," the other evening at the New York theater, was gresSr amused by baby, who cried ,usti,y through his performance. Stopping short, the famous Scotch comedian convulsed the audience by remarking: Babies are like New Years resolu- tions-they ought to be carried oot"
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 Henry Ludlam, of Philadelphia, Shakespearean student, actor and re- gently at the head of dramatic school, has purchased the Shakespear- can productions of the late Richard Mansfield and will return to the stage early next month. The price paid for the productions is said to be $35,- OOO. MT Ludlam intends to make a tour in repertoire containing Rich ard III" "The Merchant of Venice," King Lear" and other Shakespearean plays. Mrs Ludlam, formerly Mabel Williams Arey, will be his leading wo- man, and Ernest C. Warde, a son of Frederick Warde, will stage the plays. Mir Ludlam is associated with group Of weathy Philadelphia men, repre- scented by George C. HaZelton, of New York.
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 Oscar Hammerstein says there was a black half hour when he contemplat- ed suicide. He walked out of the New York tleater that he had builded, but which that night had passed into the possession of others. He had failed. He was a bankrupt, and million dol lars in debt He stopped on the corner of FOrtyffth street and Broadway. He looked back over his shoulder at the big playhouse that was dark, ex- cept where one light twinkIed from window in the office of the new owner, who was making his plan for the future of the house. llIeu lO IelllellDeT WIltFe l leII | my revolver. It was in a drawer of | my bureau at home 1 thought of the | river. lit cigar and started home. When I had walked to 126th street I | had three new schemes One of them | was the desire to own an opera house in each of the large cities in the United States. That, you know, am begin hing to do When thinking of Suicide, take long walk"
 One of the awfully pretty chorus girls at Joe Weber's timidly approach ed the biggest little star in Mir Weber's all star cast the other night with a questioning. far away look iD her dreamy blue eyes.
 MT Weber," she inquired, can you tell me where the Lisle Thread Nation- al bank is?'
 Mir Weber saw Business Manager Rodriguez grinning afar off and a cold steely glitter came into his eyes as he inquired why she wanted to know.
 You see,' said the pretty, flower like damsel, "a certain party made me q Thanksgiving present of two bun dred dollars, and want to keep it in a good bank. I asked Truly Sh@>.lck where l ought to put it, she looKs 50 awfully rich. you know, and she told me the safest place in town was the Lisle Thread National She said I'd know it by the clock. but so many banks have clocks, don't they
 A harsh reply trembled on Mir Weber's lip, but pity for the timid lit- tle working girl who was feeling so early in life the burden and bitterness of wealth. deterred him.
 ''I don't know" he said, but you might ask Charlie Ross"
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 Enrico Caruso made the acquaint- ance of the TurcO- Americana Wednes- day night at the Plaza in New York.
 On Wednesday Caruso was at the Manhattan Opera house with the Cavallere Barthelemy. In the middle of the performance the tenor started up, and looked inquiringly at Bar thelemy.
 ''Carus'. what's the matter:" said Barthelemy.
 Have you remembered the turkey?" said Carus.
 ''CarpO di Bacco." calculated the chevalier dropping his eyeglass into his programme. "I have" "Barthelemy." said Carus'. "I must have the Turco-Americano"
 Thursday Barthelemy salIied out. '1 want a turk" said he to the hotel porter, ''can I get one at Tiffany's?' -'Naw." said the porter. you can't get no turk at Tiffany's. Try Third avenue"
 To Third avenue Barthelemy hIed himself. He there purchased a turkey for three dollars. He bore if back to the hotel He handed it over to the cook. Gaetano Papalino. who grinned wisely to himself q make de turk one bigga success" said he.
 At seven o'clock twas served Ca russo looked at 1t carefully. He look cd at lt too somewhat critically. He was served. BartbeIemy had some too. Presently their faces burst into grstiied smiles The TureO-Americano is no ffascO.' said they both in one breath How could if have been otherwtses , Gaetano. the cook. had stuffed it with I spaghetti Eddie Weston. the singer. who re- , gently returned to New York from 1