Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-04-09

I the vocal number In tne ofi Sihdi pan
age, with the requisite number OF reve-
nue. stamps pasted thereon so just
remember this to-all-whom-lt-m may con-
| Germ, will you?
We'll. my ham looked real grlevea. SO
he did. He extended unto me the wistful
! wick or eve. He staked me to That YOU
wrong-me-Ethel stuff. Then he began 10
tell me how ineffably / saddened MIN ana
hurt him by even dreaming OF suggesting
that he would, etc, etc
| ".That's all right neighbor, ! said to
him. All you've got to do is to eliminate
the superheated vapor and be nice, ana
you'll bring down the house with me-
that's all Promises are Patagonian pa
ner currency with me. Performance is
! the pay rock that assays big TO the ION
on my assay tablets
! $50 out on the road we went. We got
the change from the minute the nariier
! went ND The behavior of my leading
man during the first four weeks OF the
tour was just armor plated and copper
sheathed. He was the entire Epworth
League plus. While we were doing the
week stands at Philadelphia. Baltimore
and Washington he was the entire plant
and ground lease. aud in those towns
used to catch myself clutching my spit
| lock and wondering whether that leading
! ham of mine hadn't been slandered up
and DETAINED hull lot by his former
managers.
He went to bed at his hotel right after
the show every night He gazed with
mournful lamp upon other members OF the
outfit who repaired to the malt empo-
RUINS and eaSed in a few beers before
| turning in. He spent his afternoons poA-
| ing around the libraries and writing love
| letters to his wife in New York On, he
was the rules and regulations, ana then
several and it got SO that I'd look at him
in shamefaced sort of way. and feel
sorry that I'd hurt his feelings that way
when he'd signed his contract with me.
From Washington we jumped to Chi
\ tn 20 oif q
| hung out the standing-room-only sign
the next night. The continued ethical
conduct of my main ham dellghted me SO
! that on the third day Of the Chicago en-
gagement l went and bought MIN boX
of imported neckwear and marked on
the box For a good boy He smiled me
a sad and sweet smile when l slipped the
little gift to him, as much as to ask me
how I ever aggregated the idea that ne
could ever be anything else but good.
ut was right after the Saturday matt
nee that he began to nibble on the old
stuff. Then I knew that it was up to me
to get gait on and do some few things.
He wasn't so much corned up that he
didn't get through his work all right at
the Saturday night performance. But he
was real skittish, and he had one of those
crafty fiat TASKS behind the looking glass
in his dressing room; and knew that he
was lust on the outer edge of one vortex
of large area.
"He didn't think | was next to him
when he reported for the Saturday night
show; I could tell that by the way he
shot inquiring looks at me out of the
corner of his eye. But was jerry to him
larger than a young timber wolf. l didn't
let on, however. and he thought he had
me all bunked up and tucked away
"As soon as the curtain went up on the
first act that Saturday night / hoped
into a cab dug up sporting editor of a
Chicago paper whom 1 had known for
years. and told him that 7 required a
husky mixed-ale pug in my business. The
sportin. editor got into the jinrikisha
with me- and we were kited over to q
barrel-house' on the West Side, where we
found the Bill Skies that the sporting ed
itor had in mind. He was shaped like