Arizona republican., 1911-08-14
HOLD UP YESTERDAY
 NEAR CAVE CREEK
ACTORS FAIL TO PLAY HEROIC
 PARTS OFF STAGE.
New Roles Not suited to Their Style
 of Talent.

| Messers King, Laforce, Former, ant Wilder all playing at the Coliseum this week, are first rate actors. Their hlstrionic talent is both unquestioneC l and unqueStionable. Four more clev. 1 CT impersonators were never gathered | together in any city of the country at one and the same time TheN can do heavies, juveniles, characters and forty other things as easily as a common man can be himself TheN can be funny, serious, rediculous. sad | light, ponderous, brave, coWardly, he | rolc craven just as their parts de | mand when on the stage off tho stage they are as human as any in- dividual who ever watched them from the houseside of the footlights. and if | anyone who has seen these illustrious actors play, or who will see them play during the remainder of their en- gagement has been deluded by their stage conduct into believing that their are not made of common clay.-the following anecdote will serve to shat ter. disperse, dispel. and disseminate such delusion.
 Yesterday morning five men were seated on the bench which stands beside the stage door of the Coliseum theater. Four of them were actors, and the fifth was A H. Reeves, the manager
 They had been together some time. and had talked about a number of things. Among the topics of con- versatiOn was simplified spelling. one of the actors holding that socks" should never be "sox''. and when his argument was refuted. and he was clearly shown that socks" could be spelled "sox" he said he was going to quit wearing them if usage ever made such spelling correct.
 Baseball was dissected next, and after that the weather. Yawns follow ed, and finally MT. Wilder succintly observed
 This is a rotten slow town. I thought there was something doing here every minute"
 Whats wrong with the town?' asked MT. Reeves.
 Everything" said Wilder in a force full way. His actor friends nodded assent.
 What do you fellows want, any how asked Reeves. determined to get at the bottom of their discontent.
 We want d little excitement, that's all. I've yawned so much since I struck this burg that I don't feel natural any more with my mouth closed. Man, you can examine my interior any hour of the day. now It is open to the public" and he stretch ed luxuriously.
 You want a little excitement said Manager Reeves What kind?"
 Any kind. We would like to be shown that Phoenix is not filled with dead ones. One BOwery newsboy could kicK up more dust in a minute than we have seen here since we struck town"
 For a time Mir. Reeves felt indig- nant at the scant courtesy the actors had shown in expressing their disap proval of Phoenix. It was not until afternoon that he met several men, who when they heard his account of the actors conversation, said,
 We have an idea. Leave it to us"
 But Reeves did not leave it to them He wanted to be in on the proceed ings, and when the time came for the Announcement. he was all there with the other boys. and they had a rich time of it.
 It was past four in the afternoon The horned toads scooted across the road out towards Cave Creek. and an occasional snake undulated across the syIi cious, treacherous. Every now and then a lizard caught a fly under cactus plant, and human ears, with hearing magnified to the thOusandth power, could have heard the fly's ter rible scream as he was devOured by the hungry reptile. In reality it was a hot, unpleasant afternoon. Imagin ation could have made it dreadful
 All of a sudden a sound was heard At first it sounded like the distant rumble of a statehood debate in the United States senate, but it finally resolved itself into the ordinary chug of an ordinary automobile. It seemed a long time coming, but at last it appeared down the road. It was occupied by five men. One was young tNOfIls, diiu Niit 'NhN' four were named respectively King, Laforce, Former, and Wilder.
 Finding themselves at liberty to enjoy an afternoon away from the theater the actors were having the time of their lives. Impossible anec- dotes were told by the score, and they agreed again and again that the west was no good any more. Raised on the intellectual nourishment put up in compact and condensed form by the author of Buffalo Bill" and Young Wild West, their souls lamented the loss of the good old days when mans life was not worth a cake of hotel soap if he wandered away from town without an armed guard.
 Wish I had been out here then" said Wilder.
 Me too said Laforce. There would have been something doing Kid"
 Books, books, books" said For ner, who is poetical at times When we read books we read about brave men. Brave men. But are there no brave men these days? l venture to say, my friends"-he grew impassioned,-"I venture to say that there has never been a brave deed accredited to any man of history that could not have been performed