The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-04-17
From the New York Herald.

AN HEN the first slanting rays Of
 kVV the spring sun hit the pave
 w ments of upper Broadway, then well, that settles it. Then the actor on the road feels something stirring in his veins. Perhaps it is homesickness that seizes him violently. At any rate, he makes a beeline for little old New York. It is exactly as if a huge magnet ex- tended from Herald square to Forty-sec- ond street, and as if every actor were a. bit of steel fling Might as well try to keep boy from going to the opening of the baseball season as keep the actor off Broadway in the spring.
 If you don't believe it, see for your selves that long string of Thespians, stretching down Broadway, always on the sunny side of the street, each one filled with experiences of the season now end ing.
 My boy, you should have seen how I stood them up In Oshkosh! Did they yell? Well I guess yes. The Oshkosh Trombone printed half column about it., and when my friend Charley Frohman- you know he and I are pals-why. in the old days-introduce you? Sure, and that I will Where was I? Oh, yes; when Charlie heard about it he wired me and wanted to sign me for five years at two hundred and fifty per. Fancy me play ing for a stngy little salary like that! Not much. I sent him a hot answer; burned out several fuses en route. Walt until meet Charlie. I'll
 What he would do was lost. He was a fine, lanky, happy specimen. He had saved his salary as leading man of the hundred and sixtieth Uncle Toms Cab in company doing one night stands in Mississippi river towns Whenever he got s1O ahead of the game he bought him. self postoffice order and put that in his wallet. As soon as he landed in New York and got his trunk slowed away in his favorite boarding house he sent all his suits to be pressed with seams down the trouser legs like knife edges Then he started out, had his shoes shined and his hat ironed and bought himself a pair of yellow chamois gloves which he turned back from the wrist, just to prove that there were no cleaning marks on the fn- side. Then dapper cane bamboo, with bright ferrule-and he was ready for Broadway.
 Happy? Just about as happy as king, queen, ace and jack, with the ten in sight. He knew everybody by his first name, of course, and his chest was swell ing until 1t threatened to divorce the but tons from his coat My, how the sun did shine on Broadway Was there ever such scenery? Never. brides first glance at Niagara Falls Is 8 disappointment com pared with the actors Initial glimpse of Broadway when spring comes. and MT. Victor Herbert never wrote such melo- the honking of the automobile horns. And what indeed is the odor of new mown hay compared with the whiffs of gasoline in the trail of the taxicabs of Broadway!
 In word. it is paradise for the actor. Everything is just right He suns him self-a proud Thespian strutting in all conspicuous places for while. He's neat as a pin-and then he begins to get bit shabby-and everybody knows that the accumulated roll is getting thin. Sud- denly he'll disappear Dead? No one knows But in four weeks he'll be back at his old haunts on the pavements of Broadway-once more sleek and impress sive.
 Do you Chow what he's been doing? and saving his money, so that he can make one quick bolt back to the Ralto where an audience awaits him.
 That does not happen often, for most actors prefer to sacrifice anything if they