Los Angeles herald., 1907-06-16
NOTES BY THE
MATINEE, MAN

i r. VERY Los Angeles friend of
r. Amelia Gardner-and she left
- thousands behind when she quit
the Belasco--will, 1 am sure, be de-
lighted to know that she has made a
great hit in New York lately. The fol-
lowing 1 have lifted from the chat
of my confrere, the Matinee Girl, in
1 last weeks Dramatic Mirror and it
tells tale all will read with real
pleasure:
| "'The Builders is a strong breeze of
earnestness and reality that has blown
straight from the wide, wholesome
ordering the Marcel waves of blase
| Broadway. With it have come two
chiefly welcome players.
amelia Gardner made her entrance
in the tailor skirt, shirt waist, sailor
hat and notebook under arm style of
the everyday stenographer. For there
are stenographers and stenographers,
you know, but this is tho everyday
kind who arrives at her Office on the
hour, stays willingly after hours with
out grumbling, has ambitions and does
real work
1.-THE costume is so trying that at
first we do not realize that remark
ably handsome stranger is paying
visit to Broadway. She comes on with
a Blanche Walsh kind of I-mean-
business stride. When she begins scold-
ing her employer we suspect that here
is another metallic actress, where have
been gathered SO many others. But
as she gets into the big speech in which
she tells of the struggles of the woman
who has defied conventions we see how
admirably that hard manner fits the
woman who is fighting the world.
We watch and watch while she wears
her invulnerable armor, hoping for
some slightest weakness in 1t that will
give us a glimpse of the tenderness
that must be somewhere beneath that
stratum of rock. We suspect it's near
ness, though we do not see it until her
lover, exhausted from his vigil with
his men, sinks at her feet and laying
his head upon her knee falls asleep.
Then is ali the tenderness revealed.
Then is her face illuminated by the
wonderful light that shines only in the
face of the woman who loves and is
loved. He asks her three questions in
the category of love, and she, dazzled
by the rising sun of this joy in a world
she had thought was all darkness for
ever, Is mute. She can answer him
only with look and nod. These Miss
Gardner makes eloquent with worship
fulness and gratitude pervaded by a |
vast surprise"
Fine, isn't it? My congratulations to
the fair Amelia, in which 1 am sure
nearly all Los Angeles joins.
Big Harry eastman has a wife who |
ranks as the premier woman cornetist |
of the world. She is known as Irene
Franklin, and she is playing just at
present, while Harry is delighting the
Auditorium crowds, down at the EN- |
pire, where she is charming everyone
who hears her. There be some who
think the cornet only fit to lead negro |
band, or to blow bugle calls upon, but |
their opinions would be decidedly re- !
vised if they would listen to. Miss
Franklins silvery notes for a few
minutes. She sure can blow music out |
of those brass tubes-great music, too.
Myrtle Selwyn jumps this week from
a duel with swords to fight with |
fists, over at the Grand. Myrtle seems
quite capable of anything from rock |
ing the baby to beating the face off a |
man. / understand she has been TAX !
ing some boxing lessons on the @. r., |
and 1 believe Jim Jeffries says she is /
quite clever when she puts up her
dukes. For an all-around, rough and
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dance soubrette, Myrtle certainly is all
the'candy.
There are rumors that Ad Mabel is |
to enlarge the ''hole in the wall'' so
that both Harry eastman and l.. o. |
Simons can get into 1t at the same
time. AS it is now, when Dill Dewey, |
Richie Ling and Ed McGuckens are
seated Harry has to stand up outside.
and Simons can get no nearer than
the bar. That's their fault for being
so embonpoint.
Reports reach me of Chinese sup
per one night this last week, whereat
the Belasco and the Burbank players
fraternized most cordially over the tea
cups Now if only Ollie Morosco and
Jack Blackwood would bury the hatch
et with Charley Eyton as referee, all
would be lovely and the peace dove
would COO
Len Behymer is keeping mighty still
here lately. seems to me. Got hen
on, Len?
Hurrah. boys! CALIFORNIA; chorus in
tights again this week, and this is
the real dope, no Bartlett Grand press
agent fake, Get in line.
Fred Gilbert, down at the Burbank,
has taken to writing verse. This is
very bad habit, but he seems to en-
joy it. That no one else-does is readily
proved by the subjoined specimen of his
poesy which was slipped to me byl