The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-01-10

and fish together along the St Law renee, in the Canadian woods.
 If they found themselves two far from their tents to get home at night they would roll up in their buffalo robes and sleep on the ground.
 There were wolves and the night, but these two comrades braved it all for the compensations of freedom, of the un- trammeled open life that makes brawn and steadies nerves and gives the right perspective of life, making big things look big and little things look little.
 Their banquet hall was the green wood. their canopy the blue above; and from his green minaret in the moons hush the feathered forester serenaded them with
 Music wherein the sweetness of the day Is all transformed in some transcendent
 way;
 Fragrance and color, glint of grass and
 dew,
 Changed with melody and born anew"
 Then there was college career No wise mother could fail to give her son this experience If it were possible to give it. The very atmosphere of rule, of or der, of scholarship, the democracy, the fellowship, the self restraint, the accentu- ation of the ego for the time all go to- ward the making of a well-balanced man. And after college there was the profes- sion to acquire. '"The profession to actor folks means only the Thespean art; but the wise mother did not choose the pro- fession, nor any other for the son. He chose for himself and his choice was the law.
 One year in the courtroom was enough to convince young Hackett that the vo- cation was not congenial to him. His mother says the narrowing scenes that daily fell under his observation so preyed upon his sympathies that he resolved to abandon law. The world may have lost great legal light by this decision, for MT Hackett has proven the quality of his fmentality but that he chose the better part in choosing the profession of tho stage there is no doubt, for by his acting he has delighted and banished care from the hearts of vast multitudes, and has made kings and ambassadors lords and ladies forget for the hour the cares of state and consequence.
 Princess Flavia was writing letter to her mother in London, an urgent sort of love letter, and sending a new picture, and did not appear on the scene for a while. Presently a graceful, slender young figure In an old rose satin kimona, her soft brown hair In braids over her shoul- ders, gllded down the vestibule and made her own apologies.
 MT. Hackett was out with friends and the ladies were taking life easy. Before conversation was fairly launched two country lads came to the door to inquire as to where the parade was to occur. Then pretty Beatrice Beckley smiled and ba ever, showed considerable dignified um- brage and told the innocent seekers after the delights of the streets that the circus people were further oawn the track. When people have laughed together the entante cordial is established Interview ing this charming young English girl was fair sailing after the boys inquiry made those merry. yet tender, high-lights In the princess fine, direct. gray eyes. One would discover with her frsts words the high-bred English womans well mod ulated voice and pleasing enunciation. This is Miss Beckley's third season in 1, America, two of which have been spent as Mr Hackett's leading lady. She ,, has not been south before, but is most enthusiastic over this section of the coun- try. Of course, apropos of her role, the beautiful red-haired Princess Flavia of Ruritania. Anthony Hopes imaginative kingdom in the land of Nowhere. the sub- feet of red hair was dwelt upon both se- riously and humorously. She loves it so that she regrets she isn't either red-haired or wishes it were the fashion to wear wigs in ones every day character. In that case she'd certainly choose the very one that's been selected for her to don when she plays the winsome, gracious role of Princess F'lavia.
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