The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1909-04-05
The Troubles of a Manager.

Alfred Goulding, leading man and
manager of the Pollard company, lean
ed up against the bureau in his bed
room last night and counted the hairs
that were turning gray. He was hay
ing hard time, he was having most
lnonstrous hard time, for it was ward
robe night and the members of the
company were buzzing round like
bunch of bees to find out what they
could get for nothing and what they
had to wear.
Teddie Mcnamara was the first to
make a roar. Dress shirts is what
| want,'' he announced; and / want
new dress coat and something to
stick in mx shoes and make me look
eighteen inShes taller. Wotcher thinks
Me go on the stage and look like
Lilliputian7 Well, I should say not. =
Teddie was disposed of after some
diplomacy and direct instructions not
to wear tennis shoes with dress clothes,
| and then came Jack Pollard, who
stated loudly for all to hear that he
must have a good old mans wig or
| bust. Alfred Goulding looked at him
steadily for about two seconds and told
| him that he would probably bust
Then. sitting the clamor in the further
| part of the room with gesture and
two loud words that sounded like
"Shut up he pulled out thing that
looked like the fag-end of a hearth
rug and slipped it over on Jack s
head
Presto change. Instead Of the laugh
ing, joking, devil-may-eare youth that
had been making his demands, there
was an old man with a screwed-up face
and line of talk that would deceive
/ Sherlock Holmes himself. 1t was a
.fsgap'f: that is, it was done on the
/ spur of the moment, perhaps for the
i benefit of the newspaper man, perhaps
not. Whichever way it was, it was
good.
About this time Willie Pollard came
through with terrible bunch OF
peev. He wanted his patent leather
| shoes pressed into shape and he want
ed an eyeglass that would fit his eye
.sLook here, ALT, y he said; . this bally
thing here doesn It fit my eye worth a
| ballv whoop, don t cher know, and ]
must have a larger window or shall
surely drop it. Eli? What7
Willie was then smoothed down. He
was told that he should have his shoes
ironed and that he would get glass
niece for his monaker that would iii
| like window pane. Then came FREQ
Bindloss, who had so many troubles
that YOU would think the world was
coming to an end.
This is the line of talk he handed
| out: esSay, Aft, / gotter have a rea
froek coat. one of those Piccadilly kint
| that make the people think you hav'
been boiled down and poured into 1t
Now where do | come off? Ii | don
have the big decoration in my par
I shall be the original Australian A
Mutt. Come through, old Boshter, ant
hand me something.
! 1t was handed to him. Mr.. Gould
ing told him not to fray his lines b.
! using slang off the stage and to tr
ON eighteen frock coats which wer
! hanging in the closet. He tried theI
, all on and one came so near to fttln
him that he almost made up his min
to quit the company and be the res
thing on Fort street.
Harold Fraser wanted something J
| the line of fancy suspenders and ash
\ cd how far he could go. eco out an
| spread a rose garden over you
bloomin' braces.'' was the answer an
| Harold went out to look for the rose
] Then that great Alfred got a Sol