The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1911-08-06

forty or fifty guns were
fired. 1t happened in a Bowery
melodrama, which may explain
why noisier salute welcomed the
advent of the theatrical year Of
191l-l912 than president of the
United States. One might look
to disciples Of histrionic art to wake
the dawn of each new season with
their cries for Maeterlinck and
Glasworthy and Florence Molnar;
but every year it is, instead, the
roar OF cheap, ingenious and hack,
neyed melodrama that arouses us
to the brilliant joys that are in
readiness--or speedy PREPARATION
lust behind the managerial hszi.
ness and clouds.
Rag time balladists of several
years ago used to wall E'all coons
look alike to me. 4" Melodramas
Of q certain grade not only look
alike, but are alike "The Train
Robbers is one of these. Do not
nisunderstand me. 7 do not ques-
tioD its 1911 label. I simply say I
cannot swear to any difference be-
tween ii and its sisters or It's cous
IDS or its aunts of 1906 or 1898.
1900 or 1888. The william is still
bad lust because he wants 10 be.
and loves the billowy heroine more
persistently the more she scorus
him
The hero still has very little to
do except at climaxes, when his
white shirt and his gun carry off
his little for him. He and the bad
man are trusted clerks in a rail
road president s office and both
love his daughter. Possessing long
blonde hair, and simple black
dress, she instinctively loves the
honorable suitor. His rival steals
her, after having made away with
every property in the play that
her in the mountains But as the
canvas cave he chooses is the
favorite rendezvous of comedians
and soubrettes. with specialties,
it is not surprising that the hero
inc is rescued For do not noble
hearts Invariably beat beneath the
comic mask and honest instincts
answer TO the merry echo of the
slap.stick?
Much Rescuing.
OF course the heroine. being
daughter of'the president of the can
vas railroad. jeopardized by ban
dts 10 canvas pass by moonlight,
was not so poor IN dangers as TO ex
perience single rescue. She passed
through several severe rescues; and,
frankly. the actress looked as if
she was old enough in the business
TO undergo several more without
turning blonde hair of her head
One eleventh. h.hour episode was
especially thrilling-on the posters.
The president s daughter, her am
pie bosom heaving in six coiors.
was leaning far out over a choco.
late-colored rock, while her pale.
faced lover. his soft shirt tattered
and his manly throat exposed to
pea-green clements, chung closely to
her side. Little Sure Shot, the SOU
brette. was being let down by
rope hundreds and hundreds OF
feet. into the canyon 10 haul up
rescuers, Heroically she refrained
from singing as she sank. Indeed
she could not have been more SER
ious about it had she been imper-
i|ing her life 20 haul up a can of
beer
Gun-Play Climax.
That is how if looked on the
posters, On the stagc-well, AS +
came out | felt sorry 7 had not
brought my return check for one
or another Of the Bowery urchns
gathered about the poster in wide.
eyed confidence, And possibly the
scene looked like the advertise
ment TO the majority of spectators.
Surely its illusion was NO poorer
than quantities of such accepted
IN these days. And one effect was
much better. Familiar incidents
led up to a gun-play climax. The
heroine found herself in the power
Of the william and his two accom-
plices.
Is there not man among
you2' she cried in witherinp des,
peration.
An unexpected dark cloud sprang
In from an adjacent window. He
was the black faced lester. but he
was armed I'I m a man. he
cried, "evon though l am black. -
Remington Color.
This, however, need hardly saw,
is not the rather good illusion 7
had referred 10. Nor was there
any novelty in the fact that Manly
Throat presently sprang in from
nowhere, and was armed and other
wise IN readiness for feminine vir-
tue IN distress. How he suddenly
sWltchsd Or all lghtS In an adobe
hut is not so much the question as
that nc did it, This left the stage
IN total darkness. so that when one
gun and another and another shot
out piercing fire, the picture was
not unlike some bold, impression.
lstic, splash OF paint by Frederic
Remington
She certainly was a gabby girl.
Not, you understood, n Gaby sort
from Portugal or Paris; but the
telephone operator in New York
brokerage office, who did not give
snap Of her pretty fingers
whether stocks rose or fell so long
MS she could talk and talk and
talk and talk. Throughout the
first scene of 1.-The Highly.
ers' she snt at the switchboard
and threw flippancies over an
imaginary wire or across the stage.
She was having conversation
through the telephone with one
Percy We never got a glimpse Of
one Of those conversations that en-
gender smiles and giggles eIo.
quept of dinner invitation. Eyes.
Percy she was saying, when the
smile vanished and the tone
changed to something much like
strident anger. "Get off the