Los Angeles herald., 1908-09-27

of the stage entrance door Keetors old vaudeville
theatre made there by the petulant push of gloved
hands too impatient to finger the clumsy thumb
latch-and where / last Cherry whisking
through like swallow in her nest, on time to the
minute as usual, to dress for her act.
The vaudeville team of Hart & Cherry an in
spiration. Bob Hart had been roaming through
the Eastern and Western circuits for four years
with a mixed-up act comprising a monoogue three
lightning changes with songs, couple OF limitations
of celebrated imitators, and buck and wing dance
that had drawn a glance of approval from the bass
viol player in more than house-than which
no performer ever received more satisfactory evil
dence OF good work.
The greatest treat actor have is to wit
ness the pitiful performance witty which all other
actors desecrate the stage In order to give him
self this pleasure he will often forsake the sunniest
Broadway corner between Thirty-fourth and Forty
fourth to attend matinee offering by his less gifted
brothers. Once during the lifetime of minstrel
joke one comes to scof and remains to go through
with that most difficult exercise of Thespian
cles-the audible contact of the palm of hand
against the palm of the other.
One afternoon Bob Hart presented his solvent,
serious, well-known vaudevillian face at the box
office window OF rival attraction and got his d.
h. coupon for orchestra seat
A. B, c, and glowed successfully on the an
nouncement spaces and passed into oblivion each
plunging Mr.. Hart deeper into the gloom. Others
of the audience shrieked, squirmed, whistled and
applauded; but Bob Hart, "All the Mustard and a
Whole Show in HIMSELF sat with his face as long
and his hands as far apart boy hiding bany
and his hands as far apart, as boy holding hank
of yarn for his grandmother to wind into ball.
But when came on, THE Mustard" suddenly
sat up straight He the happy alphabetical prog
nosticator of Winona Cherry. in character songs
and Impersonatons
There was scarcely more than two bites to Cher
ry; but she delivered the merchandise tied with a
pink cord and charged to the old mans account.
She first showed you delciously dewey and ging-
hamy country girl with basket of property daisies
who Informed you ingeniously that there were 9TH
er things to be learned at the old log school
house besides cipherin' and nouns, especially
when the Teacher Kept Me In" Vanishing with
a quick nrt of gingham apron strings, she reap
peared in considerable less than 'trice" as fuf
fy "Parsienne'-so does art bring the old
red mill to the Moulin Rouge. And then
But you know the rest. And so did Bob Hart;
but he something else. He thought he saw
that Cherry the only professional on the short
order stage that he had who seemed exactly to
fit the part of Helen Grimes in the sketch he had
written and kept tucked away in the tray of his
trunk. OF course Bob Hart well every other
normal actor, grocer, newspaper man, professor,
curb broker and farmer has play tucked away
They tuck 'em in trays of trunks
trunks of trees, desks, haymows, pigeon-holes, in
sides pockets, safe-deposit vaults, bandboxes and
coal cellars, waiting for Mr. Frohman to call. They
belong among the ifty-seven different kinds
But Bob Hart's sketch was not designed to end
in pickle jar. He called it Mice VIII Play" He