The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1911-04-21
ST ACE ANECDOTES
The London Debut Of Edmund
Kean, the Great Tragedian.
SUCCESS AND IT'S PATHoS.


Critic on Edwin FORESTS Macbeth.
Ndmund Kean's London debut was
made in 1914. at time when his
financial affairs were at a very low
ebb. With his wife and one child he
was lodging in an attic. His reception
as Shylock was most encouraging and
dattering. In an almost frenzied es-
stasy be rushed through the wet to his
humble lodging. sprang up the stairs
and threw open the door. His wife ran
to meet him No words were required
Ibis radiant countenance told all
ana they mingled together the first
tears Of true happiness they had as yet
experienced. He told her Of his proud
achievement and In a burst of exulta-
ton exclaimed Mary, you shall ride
IN your carriage, and Charley, my boy
taking the child from the cradle and
kissing him you shall go to Elton
and'-a sad reminiscence crossed his
mind, his JOY was overshadowed and
ne murmured In broken accents, "Oh,
that Howard (his dead child had lived
to see itl-bu he is better where he is"
On the night Of Edmund's first APP
pearance as Richard a group Of idle
actors IN the greenroom were discuss
Eng his merits in anything but liberal
spirit. 81 understand" said one, with
an elaborate sneer, ''that he is an adj
mirable harlequin Bannister entered
at that moment, overheard the remark
and retorted, Il am certain Of that, for
be has jumped over all our heads''
a II seems that the great tragedian,
&Ndmund Kean, and Charles Incledon,
TIE popular singer, were one day walk
Ign in Bond street when they met
Lord Essex, who bowed coldly to
Kean, though they were on terms OF
intimate friendship.
The next day Kean found note at
the theater from my lord desiring him
% call at his house. When there the
nobleman said to the tragedian, my
dear Kean, you VIII pardon me- You
know how greatly admire your gem
Jus. but I was surprised yesterday to
see you In company Of that singing
man, Incledon." my lord said
Kean with flashing eye. spray don't
excite yourself, now, my dear Kean,"
interrupted my lord, ssbut the respect
/ may say reverence, have for your
wonderful genius prompts me to
speak thus Lord Essex" cried
Kean. drawing himself up and casting
q whitening glance at his noble patron,
twelve years ago my family were In
want Of bread and Charles Incledon,
my friend. supplied the means to pro
cure It, and when Edmund Kean for
gets his friends may God forget him.
And from that hour the two men never
exchanged courtesies.
Kean, from early manhood, had an
internal complaint, for which he had
always been his own physician and
prescribed that sovereign balm called
Brandy" from which it generally
found relief, and at least it always
proved an alternative. While travel
ing from London to Belfast, on quit
ting the coach at Donegal Arms, he
missed his sovereign balm and he call
ed out to the Irish waiter to search the
lately abdicated vehicular conveyance
as be had left his pocket pistol behind.
'The devil a pistol can I find" cried
the searching Hibernian, ssor anything
else but this" producing the leather
covered charm why, that's 1t, you
blQckhead,' = exclaimed Kean, suiting
ne action to the word and tasting to
convinced Pat scented the cordial
Rd laughing, cried: 'Do you call that
pistol, sir? Why, then, faith, though
I'm peaceable man, wouldn't mind
standing shot or twoEof that pistol
myself
When Edwin Forrest went to Lon
don he was received in anything but
cordial way. One critic wrote:
Our old friend Mr.. Forrest afforded
great amusement to the public by his
performance Of Macbeth ON Friday at
the Princess. Indeed, our best comic
actors do not often excite SO great
quantity Of mirth. The change from
an inaudible murmur to thunder OF
sound was enormous, but the grand
feature was the combat In which he
stood scraping his sword against that
oe Macduff. We were at loss to know
what this gesture meant until an en-
iightened critic in the gallery shouted
out, That's right, sharpen itr"
A good story is being told at the ex-
pense Of a certain local theater whose
standing Room Only" notice is no
longer needed One night after the
curtain was rung up a small boy was
discovered In front Of the box Office.
The manager OF the theater went to
the lad and kindly asked him what the
trouble was. II want my money
back" sobbed the boy in answer to
kle query. In surprise the manager
asked his reason for such request.
Because because I'm afraid to sit up
~ the gallery all aloneF' he walled.
His money was misunderstanding
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