The morning journal-courier., 1908-03-28
Plays and Players at the Local Theaters
AT THE HYPERION
Something About Susie Caw- thorne-The Land of Nod
 Latter Part of Week.

One of the most genial ladies in the world is Susie Forester Cawthorne, the heavyweight comedienne of "A Yankee Tourist" company, coming to the Hyperion next Thursday, April ? Susie is without a doubt possessed of more adipose tissue than any other American actress. Just how much ex- cess baggage she carries in this way no one knows. It Is doubtful if she knows herself, as she declares that she has long since sworn off on weighing machines. having had to pay for the demolition of one at Coney Island some years ago, the said machine being weak enough to succumb to her charms. Some people are mean enough to guess Susies weight at 400 but. with a ripping laugh. she says, They're jealous" and refuses to either confirm or deny the guess.
 At times the weight carried by the comedenne is a serious handicap to her comfort, and Mrs. Cawthorne laughingly tells many humorous ex- periences she has had while travelling. During the southern trip of the Van kee Tourist" company, there were sev- eral incidents, which though unpleas- ant at the time, are now laughable memories and nobody laughs more heartily over them than Mrs. Caw thorne herself. At Macon, Georgia, when she arrived at the station and called for a hack, the only thing in sight was a two-seated surrey, driven by a diminutive darkey boy. As he saw the gigantic actress coming, his eyes fairly bulged out of his head in astonishment, but he seemed petrified and glued to the front seat. Susie threw in her satchel and then attempt ed to enter the vehicle. The attempt was vain. Tie effort, however, landed her between the two seats and there she stuck. She could neither advance nor retreat and the vehicle threatened to capsze with the one-sided weight. The darkey driver screamed with ter TUT dIlu Utlu Dll WILL DOlll lldIhS tO AliC seat. Finally, with the aid of all the station employees, Susie was extricated and the hackman whipped up his horse to get away from her as speedily as possible. Mrs. Cawthorne went to her hotel in street car.
 "One of the meanest things that ever happened to me, occurred on that trip" said Mrs Cawthorne. We arrived in one of those awful Southern one-night stands and I went to the best hotel in the place. It reminded me of Kip ling's Somewhere east of Suez, where the best Is like the worst 1 was very tired, and, as soon as l was assigned a room, lay down on the bed to rest. I had hardly made myself comfortable when, smash! down went the bed. Gathering myself up from the debris and seeing that any effective repair was out of the question: I rang and asked for another room. This was given to me and sought to get the in terrupted, though much needed nap. Vain hope! Tn less than a minute, down crashed the bed in more hopeless looking wreck than the other. The landlord himself came up this time.
 Haven't you got a decent bed in the house.? 1 queried.
 "He was a typical Southern small hotel keeper. tall, guant and sallow His chin whiskers were dyed brown from the juice of tobacco which he chewed as he rUefully gazed at the aw- ful wreckage before him.
 'Yass'm!' he slowly replied. I reck- on I have. But just tell you that you kaint have the chance to damage no mo of them. I believe I'll have to put you out! And he did the wretch. I had to pack up and seek another ho- tel where fortunately they had good iron beds"