The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-01-10
-c1.Y DALRYMPLE

r Miss Margaret Anglin, clever actress,
beautiful woman and charming person.
ality, has, like Peter Pan, little shadow
of Robert Louis Stevenson's poem. and
as persistent as the returning feeling of
the nine lives
She has tried to lose it, tried to throttle
it, tried to smother it, tried to strangle
It, tried to throw 1t aside-evea when she
utters the elusive word "wobblies," which
set all New York a-tittering, she tries to
shake it off, but like Banquos ghost. it
won't be downed Aren't you dying to
know what this shadow is?
Well
You knew from the first, as well as l
do, that it's other peoples memory, of
things she has accomplished as undisputed
past grand mistress in the gentle art of
the teardrop, and it goes in and out with
her wherever she plays like the sunshine
that makes our shadow follow us, and not
until she played the charming comedy,
Green Stockings which she did so
clcyerly during her engagement here yes
terday at the jefferson, have we allowed
ourselves to associate this wonderful.
elusive, beautiful. charming woman's art
with anything save tears.
As Celia Faraday in A. Il. W. Mason S
play, Miss Anglin laughs much and mer-
rily. ana what is more to the point, keeps
her audience in mirthful frame of mind,
as she subtly develops all sorts of amusing
poses to carry the very delightful comedy
of old maid daughter who invents myth
ical Colonel Smith to take her ''off the
shelf" to which she has been relegated
by the family for many years.
You see,' Celia complains plaintively
to a sympathetic aunt in the play 81 am
past the age when a girl is given the
chance. Why. it's been so many years
since I've sat next to a man at dinner
party, who wasn't the oldest and the
deafest there, that | don't believe / could
carry on a conversation any more with
any man except through an ear trumpet .
Yesterday as Miss Anglin and / sat be
hind the scenes just before the curtain
went up for the matinee performance, and
| renewed very pleasant acquaintance
with this lovely woman, formed several
years ago. she evidently apprehended the
drift of my thoughts and putting her
pretty hands up to shut out the familiar
sounds of the rising music, she said:
Don't ask me! Everybody does, DO I
like comedy better than emotional roles?''
ITS your lead, then" | suggested and
waited
Now, with an opportunity like that al
most any other actress would have rushed
into prolonged monologue about herself,
but Miss Anglin is not like other ac-
tresses
In the first place, she deserted the etao-
tionai drama to play lighter roles. not de-
serting her art but taking 1t right with
her.
Seriously. though Miss Anglin smiled
you want to know which | think m .lxes
the greater appeal-tears or smiles? Both
1 may say, have their following ITS sort
of a question like, Which is mightier, tho
pen or the sword isn't that it? Let Is
see now. The woman who cries, gets
things just like baby is given them
while the woman who laughs-well, err
err / think the woman who does botl
gets the most
Now, isn't that just like woman !
said, Ito answer that way"
There's all in the trick of knowing
when to cry. its fatal for a woman t.
cry at the wrong time just as it's fatal
for her to laugh at the wrong time, said
She It's terribly fatal to cry at ALI il
tears are not becoming. There's way Of