The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-07-25
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From her dressing room, Jossica
Moyne cooked up something else fer
him by calling out sweetiy and pleaC-
ingly, oh Mt Boots, win you lend me
your box of wrinkles, please? Mine are
all out"
why, Ill haven't any mouned
ne. ashamed To death of the lack, "Aw-
fully, awfuliy sorry, Miss MOyne." he
knew her voice at once, being already
desperately smitten in that quarter.
Haven't any?' walled Jessi 70 DO
be a good fellow and ask Lettuce Jerome
for hers. She'll lend me anything"
Certainly, with pleasure" ~espnnded
Boots, wrapping his semi-clad self in an
overcOat and sallying forth. There is
nothing more Obliging than an amateur
for week or so. After that time they
are generally giving points to the man
agement and rewriting their parts to
better the play-even Shakespeare's
stop knocking and come in" ordered
Lettice's sweet drawl, as he assailed her
door
oh impossible" stammered Boots,
drawing the folds of his overcoat closer.
ITS Miss MOyne. At least she wants
it; your box Of wrinkles, please
Box of What?"
wrinkles"
Here Lettuce opened her door and took
g curious survey of the specimen with
out
L lent them to Ashley" at length she
said, her low, lazy voice as grave as a
mOurner's. He rOosts high"
That sent Boots mounting two flights
of stairs.
wrinkles? If that's not a pity. Pm
using the last one now. Here's the box,
though" cried Ashley, heartily regret
full and bestowing upon the perspiTing
messenger burden as big as a small
trunk Thanks, awf'ly, me boy, for
taking il back"
Downstairs teetered the imperiled and
Apologize Boots to his divinity's door,
and reported his failure
wen, thank you" said Jessica cold
ly, intinating that he could have been
successful had he so desired.
We let him alone till he was quite
dressed then we started him again. 1t
was the key of the curtain this time.
"Frightful thing! The Key of the cur
tain's gomez cried the stage carpenter,
appealing to the flattered Boots as TO a
man and a brother. I don't know what
to dor'
my goOdness" cried Boots. panied
responsibility.
Overture on, and no key"
Cant we get along without It,"
soOthed Boots.
Get along without it?" yelled the car
penter. whats TO unlock the curtain?
! didn't look to you to make sport of the
accident, but 10 help out II possible"
My dear fellow Help? Anything in
the world Command me-"
Thank you," said the carpenter in a
relieved voice. Find Mr.. Carson, then.
He used TO have duplicate. He's in
the box office, they tell me-"
''The box office? But I'm made up
for m part, m boy I can't go ont in
frontr'
Jaw! slip a coat around you and
hurry ordered the relentless Carpen-
ter.
The sinking. painted creature which
shot into the box office was grotesque
enough to have startled man even
stronger than Carson.
what under the eternal heavens is
the natter" requested the stage man
ageT. blaCkly.
why. the key Of the curtain, Mr..
Carson" puffed Boots, bursting with
Importance.
"Ah?"
yes, Mr.. Carson, It is gone. And
you have a duplicate, IT is believed"
Carson was so busy enjoying himself
he forgot to speak.
MIR. -. I don't know his name. the
carpenter, don't know what to do!"
why doesn't hep demanded Carson,
most fiercely.
Why, why, why-OvertuTe on and no
keyr'
Not the first time that's happened"
muttered Carson, darby
And what's to unlock the curtain?"
climaXed Boots. dramatically.
why, the duplicate. I sent il around
sd, ~
cold dismissal, and the wretcncd BCots
ran the gauntlet back 10 his dressing
room.
We let him cool off IN peace, Just
telling him, to keep him interested, that
Frohman had a man in front to watch
his performance.
OF course there was not; and, by in
duction, neither was the chief of police
in front. otherwise the show must GER
tainly have been stopped. Nothing verse
can be imagined. Boots did not look
so badly, nor did he forget his lines. and
he had decidedly good voice, bur his
performance was farCical. He had the
leading mans part, a serious one. yet
the audience kept breaking INFO little
singers Of laughter. Miss Jerome need
not have troubled to vaseline her eye
lashes so that the tears ('real teafsr' /
as the people in front used to whisper !
enstatically) would flow easily. They !
flowed without the faintest assistance, J
for all her best scenes were ruined by
the burlesQue touch which Boots man /
aged 70 impart TO them. We had TO give /
him the leading part, as the safest 10 /
intrust him with: it was so fat that it /
played itself" as the saying is The /
other parts were all character bits, and 4
not an amateur lives who can play a /
character BIT.
The audience suffered the play 10