The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1911-05-28

one, land I'll run around to the
police station with his plunder.''
You re stronger than ~ the
other protested; ''you hold the
scoundrel and IN carry the cash
TO the station
Carry it nowhere,' says the
rough one; III give you a rake
OF all right If you help me to
make getaway, but you shan t
swipe it all, -
Divide the Swag.
Now police detective sergeant
enters by the window, He has
trailed the burglar And he not
only Identifies that thief, but calls
the two dodgers by their aliases in
the rogues gallery
IL take the money! he saws.
If you do. and don Il deliver
every dollar of it at headquarters,
says one of the dodgers, "we'l ex-
pose you''
"But if you divide it. in three
equal parts, says the other
ledger, "there need be no bother
. some publicity"
"There II be a hell of bother.'
says the uuderclass burglar, ''if
YOU don't let me in on square
deal. Hahn 4 you three thieves
got no honor among youl"
So they quarter the swag, and
their talk during the negotiations
covers the example Of deplorable
depravity with needless laughter
The other gambol piece might
he the middle act Of neuras-
thenic, metaphysical mclodrama
l.r. I, l,ol
although YOU We never killed fly
Intentionally, some mesmeric. hyp-
motto chap may make you believe
YOU are a sordid slayer of a club
friend. E'Thc Great Suggestion "
assembled De Wolf Hopper, Will
liam Collier. George Cohau's s bust
ness partner, Sam Harris, and
several others in the Lambs cafe
so late at night that they are
hungry for breakfast. Hopper was
mellowing beerswash and gab-
fest that became profound with
4 discussion of Augustus Thomas s
theories Of thought suggestion.
William Collier was a glib par
tlcipant on mental phenomena. So
was Sam Harris. Hale Hamilton
offered to bet supper for the
party that he would convince the
next man who entered that he had
Just committed mcrcenary MUIR
der. Harris took him up. The
actor who came in was Earl
Browne. clever character actor.
He was neryously unstrung. He
said he had been out Of work
long while, and was depressed by
not getting a part in a play that
Harris was going to produce.
Would he cheer up with n drink
No. He would 90 home and try to
sleep.
Browne Had a Crouch.
Browne had crouch on. He
was hard up and had drunk moro
al the club than he could hope TO
pay for. Hamilton started in
with thought suggestion. He
seemed to hypnotic BrowDe-to
get possession of his brain-to con
vince him that, in his sore need Of
money, he had waylaid a wealthy
Lamb in corridor, robbed him of
a pocketful of money. and left
him corpse at the end of the en-
counter, Henry Irving had hard
~ been more graphic in confessiug,
under a mesmeric' spell, the murder
oof the peddler in "The Bells
than Browne i'll the Staying Of a
, club fellow. The illusion of his
delnsion was thrilling. The mock
engrossment of the persons in the
scene was not greater than that
of the audience The acting was
he best possible. The people as
sumed that Thomas was the author,
and there was a feeling that he
had carried his belief in mesmeric
science too far. Then came a
let-go Of sober interest. 'I lose, -
said Harris: ''you have mentally
bamfooZled him II order break
fast for the party
"No.'' said Hamilton; GIVE III
halve it. I've won by fake.
Browne and I arranged the scene
we 've enacted to convince you
that he is the man for the role he
wants in your new production.
Does he get it2N
''Hc gets it, said Harris,
Obsolete Humbugs.
Should proud dramatic genius
starve rather than get three meals
day by going into ignoblc busl
ness7 Here S an artist who pre-
fers to eat and live. I knew him
as one of those several fakes who,
some years ago in vaudeville, per-
formed AS mechanical figures. An
introduccr said that wonderful
construction, in the semblance Of
a man. would walk and talk. There
came forth an amplificatIon of tho
familiar lIfe.size wax doll Of
burIesquc, but cadaverous instead
of comeIy. and weirdlY suggesting
the Frankcustcin that, although
made OF inanimatc shreds and
patches from q dissecting room,
evolved life. and pursued its
maker around he world Then
ensucd the scdpte foolery Of wind
iug il up, oiling its clockwork.
putting it. through crudely human
exercises, leading it up and down
the aislcs 10 shake hands with
those who didn Z draw back from
the uncanny contact. aud finally
clicking out rather than tutoring,
"'Good night Crcdulous people
believed these men were machines,
but common sense soon drove them
out of action.
In show window Of store YES
terday ! saw figure operating a
folding bedstcad. | recognized it
as Que Of the obsolete hImbu@s of
bogus automata. Ii WAS Il man
with his face so encrusted by paint
that he couldn t have changed it's
Iifcless lack Of expression If he
had tried to. His eyclids aud lips