The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1912-06-15

want you to meet Mrs. Lang, owner
uf the company writer OF nearly all
the plays we produce and just the
hest and kindest foster mother to six
teen Of us. She will tell you about
the company and I'm sure it will be
more interesting than anything
could tell you of myself"
My emotions we're swelling. /
wanted to accept passively, as II
green rooms were familiar to ME and
anything below the center of the
stage was beneath consideration. But
| got stage fright, the real thing, and
sputtered my acceptance or the invita-
ton without Disgusting my joy at the
chance. On the stage ! saw all of
the same pretty girls I had watched
tagging a half hour earlier and I saw
has brought this company Of one
time green amateurs from an embryo
condition of acting to real butterflies
Of the stage. Here | saw also Lois
Mason, the curly locks of the com
rany whose sweet contralto voice
used to such advantage in the yodels
has pleased her audiences across
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that is at once unassuming she told
me the people of Honolulu had been
so cordial with them and had shown
| such enthusiasm at their efforts to
entertain that she wanted to stay
here always instead Of returning to
her home in Ellensburg, Washington.
And best of all she loves the moth.
er she who, Lois says, is always 50
! kind and gentle, so considerate of
their desires to some day shine as
stage favorites.
With the introduction to Mrs. Lang
there was kindled an affection I sell
dom feel for strangers That she ru!-
ed with a mailed hand I was convinc-
cd after witnessing the first break IN
a yodel by one Of the girls whose
range was a note shy. Again, when
Stubby Mayling came on at the
wrong time Mrs. Lang exploded with
a bang, You little imp, did 7 not
tell you to come through the other
side of the stage?' And Stubby back.
ed out.
Let me go back almost a genera
tion," she said to me in answer to a
question. 81 am from New York but
came across the States so many years
ago that I feel as though the Pacific
Coast is really my native land. My
entree into California was with Old
Ben Cotton and his daughter, Irene. |
We. played old dramas, some of them
very mellow and many of them like
the Hidden Hand" still popular RI
vas understudy to Irene and after she
left the company | played all of her
Parts. Some years ago | opened a
school of music in Seattle where l
had settled after losing my husband.
The school grew and | found it diff
cult to handle the number of appli-
cants. Then [ secured larger quar-
tiers and took pupils who had lean
ing toward the stage and who gave
evidence of talent"
But l want to know how you get
about you so many refined young
girls, how you persuade their moth
ere to let them go?"
81 wouldn't have any other kind,
said the impresario, scarcely MOTTO
ing the interruption, and it is not a
question Of my seeking mothers for
permission. l am the one sought. |
end beseeched to take their girls i'll
only for a season. There must be
harmony, too, in the company and
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approaching discord, when a trouble
maker happens in the ranks, ! first
admonish and then send her back
home. If one of the young girls
makes an impression with a song
the others enjoy it as an honor on
the company rather than on the. in