New-York tribune., 1910-10-02


mot at ALL, says Sadie
Sure there is says |. why, l
hardly know one end of boat from the other; and
besides | amt got any chubby habits. They've been
let in wrong, that's all I'll resign
you II do nothing of the sort!' says Sadie. when
took all that trouble to have you win over that ridcu
'Eho" says l. Been playin' the Mrs Taft, have
youo In that case, expect I'll have to stay with it.
But honest you look for season OF perfectly punk
Vice COmmOdOrn.
A Sit turns out though there amt in members
that knows much more about yachtln than do
Navgatn porch rockers orern all hands up for fancy
drinks, and conductn bridge whist regatas was their
chief sea gon accomplishments; and when 1t come to
maxim myself useful, who it, I'd like to know, that
chucked the boozy steward Oft the float when he had
two of the house committee treed up the signal mast
| suspect that's how it is I'm played up prominent
for this house warmin episode. Anyway, when l ar
rives there the great night-m all got up fancy in
double breasted serge coat, white flannel pants, and
cork soled shoes finds they've put me on the
reception committee; and that besides WelcOm1n IN
vited guests I'm expected to keep eye peeled for
outsiders, to see that nobody starts nothn'.
So I'm on deck, as you might say and more or less
conspicuous, when this Larchmont delegation IS landed
and stringin' up 1t 'Ahoy there, Captain
Ths!' and " How you, Captain That" from the
rest of the committee who was some acquanted; and
buttin around earnest tryn to tnd some one to
shake hands with when this thick set party
in the open front Tuxedo regaa, with his opera hat
down eye and long cigar raked coquettlsh
from the west corner of his face.
Know him? | guess. It's Peter X. Tracey; yes, the
that has his many tOur-Sheet posters.
No iced how he always has EN- read, amt you2 Mr..
Peter X. Tracey presents Booth Keene, the sterling
young actor. Never forgets that Mr.; but, say,
knew him when he signed it just 'P. Tracey and
Chewed his tongue at gettin that down.
Them the days when he'd have jumped at the
chance of mnagin ring exhibits, and he was known
in sportin circles Chunk Tracey. | amt followed all
his since them but know he got to handlin the
big heavyweighs exhibition tours, broke into the
theatrical game with animal show that winner,
and has stuck to the boxoiice end ever since.
Why shouldn't he, with half ownership IN mascot
Rub drama that never has less than road companies
plavn it, and at least hit Broadway every
son! | admit | some surprised though to hear
of him buyin house Fifth-ave. and maxim stab
mixn in society. That last could hardly believe but
here he was and lookin much Jared at indin me
| was to see him.
We'll, II be hanged" says |. Chunk Traceyi'
Why hello. Shortly" says he, and neither one of us
remembers the Charmed to yuh, old chappy lines
should have been shootin' off. Seems he'd been
towed along with bunch of near-swes that didn't dare
treat him it he really belonged, and he almost
frothn at the mouth.
Talk about your society folks" says he. Why
afternoon, pick up a dozen people at twenty-five a
week drill EN- four days, and give better imitation
than this crowd ever thought of putting up!
''Yes; but look who you are, Chunk" says l.
81 know, says he.
And he meant it too He always was about the
cockies little rooster in the business but I'd rather ex-
peced eight ten years OF ups and downs in the thea
by Fod yed