Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-07-31

By Newton A. Fuess1e
Drawing by H. G. Wall

~ to see Charleton Carrie, booking
q = agent of the Consolidated Vaude-
vile Association, the usual types
that haunt Broadway, yearning for 81
gagements keen for the road longing =
for that glad day when they would be rs =
admitted into the of the IN
spotlight and into seats on the bread
wagon. Ill.,
little violinst, long haired and
emaciated, who scorned trick playing -
and insisted that he could get any =.
audience earth with Wenawski and VI.
Vieuxtemps, who had been given try
out fortnight before turbulent
stage amid the racket of carpenters
hammers, the buzz of waiting candidates,
and the impatient yelpng of troop of
trick dogs, stood gazing with contempt at
the flaming Autograph of black faced
monologist headllner large woman,
whose beauty had fled before the battery
of avoirdupois wine suppers, and
cumulating years, telling chance
acquaintance sterny that if Charleton
earle didn't come across with noise like
contract to-day she would then and
there quit the stage and sing for twenty
dollars week in 28th-st spaghetti
Joint. A professional strong sat
crouched in a munching peanuts
and aching to punch the booking agent.
A trim little toe dancer picking
ously at the frayed sleeve of her coat,
and thinking of an importunate landlady
on 53d-st
Looking for a Job in vaudeville is like
hunting big game the Mediterranean
Sea- The few who win the coveted prizes
do so by virtue of sheer miracle No
the desk, who drew fifteen dollars week
and passes for telling job hunters and
huntresses that Charleton earle out,
and the procession of candidates who passed him
every day had long since hardened his face into
wood No knew better than he that the odds against
in vaudeville were terrific, and that Broadway
had broken more hearts than Sing Sing.
YOUTH better dressed than the Others stood chat
ting with faced imitation artist whose stunt
initiate the foremost mitators in the business. He
had been fired from the Orpheum Circuit at Omaha for
hidden bump
ers back to Broadway, and was giving the handsome,
square awed young his views about the profession.
The other was listening attentvey, not without
preston OF sympathy.
Believe me- son" the ex-Orpheumite was saying
"the second get my mitts bunch of coin I'm going
to blow this graft It's for the hymeneal route with
little dame met the road doing turn with fat
slob who happened to be her beloved parent. I'm go
ing to cop her out, grab little shack somewhere
ooseners and pound jokes for the New York papers,
That's what I'm cut out for, he added with look of
mournfu yearning coming into his eyes, jokes, pleas
antries, the humorous wahoo DO you get me!
SUDDENLY, before the listener could reply as to
- whether he got him not, the former became alb
sorbed with sight the door which held his atten
ton captive. The vision before him that of girl
She the handsomest creature he had ever behed.
Perhaps the imitation artists recital of his
hymeneal aspirations that made the other behold
strangely significant bewlderng something about the
girl who had just entered Perhaps it the hand of
Fate. Whatever it was, he of surging and
fascinated desire to of her. to know her. and
he stood gazing at her with wondering, captive eyes,
The little goddess gray tailored suit EMBODIED dimn-
uve form of wondrous grace Beneath her picture hat
picture of face set with blue dreamy eyes under
dropping lids finely chseled mouth which held GER
tain Sadness and bent eyebrows dark and strous
stone. AS she made her way to the attendants desk
he followed her with his eyes. In moment she turned
and started for the door again. with expression of
vague disappointment in her eyes. 'I1F,.
Then, she vanished through the door, the young
man, hardly knowing what he doing left his COM
panion abruptly and followed the girl into the street