The Washington herald., 1913-08-24

the playwright, "but we're going tc
clean up the one-night stands while the
public is ripe on YOU Amt l right
Morris?"
The gazelle-eyed young Hebrew held
a bunch of blue tickets in his teeth
while he slipped a rubber band about
them, and then deposited them in TIN
box. Believe me-" he murnured.
"And If we ever put over that third
act situation with you climbing over
the milldom, Miss Lindstrom, you're
made"
Believe me-" added Morris; "and
here come our angels"
Now, Hen and Ben McFetridge,
coming in from Main Street billiard
hall. each with a bad cigar and red
necktie, were not exactly of the celes-
tial choir. They crowded into the box
Office and felicitated, and offered chairs
and rubbed hands.
Il was telling Morris, here, and Miss
Lindstrom the shows a bird" went on
the author, genially. Miss Lindstrom,
! want you to read the script right
away before we get the people together
for rehearsals."
But l." put in Miss Lindstrom, fut-
teringly, cant actP
Neither can any of the rest of 'em.
All these hothouse stars are travelling
on their reps. Acting died with Joe
Jefferson. What you do now is to go
around and hand out the bunk, and the
rawer it is the more the public falls for
it. And here the biggest paper in
Chicago has been handing it out for
you, Miss Lindstrom-the warmest line
of talk that any actress ever stood for.
She's made, amt she, Morris?"
The fat-legged young Hebrew, for
all the world like a prize calf, waddled
about and murmured to the box teller.
Hen and Ben poured out their cigar
fumes; Wiley lighted his pipe, and
they all smoked the observation-disclosures
til her eyes watered.
They all claimed credit for "discov-
ering" her. Young Mr.. Hanbuy, of
the Dubuque Register, went on prais-
ing his handiwork, and again Aurelie
put in: "Oh, Mr. McFetridge, I don't
know how to actl'
Leave it TO u.s." ruminated Hen.
walk right out IN front and slip it
to en-" cheered Ben. The yokels will
be so dead crazy to see the 100000
beauty that they'll forget you can't act"
"OhT she murmured, and gazed at
Wiley T. CuTran.
Il rewrote the big third act soon as
Morris, here, told me you couldn't act," 7"
went on young Mr.. Hanbury, enoour-
agingly. "All you do is to come in and
looked daEed and take the spotlight for
a minute right at the climax, and then
Miss Norman and the heavy, they run
in and grab the situation. You see, we
give Miss Norman most of the fat
stuff"
"Oh!" said Aurelie, family.
"Yes. There amt many girls like
Miss Norman who'd stand for you
taking all the paper while she does all
the work"
you don't hardly have to open your
face" added Ben, consolingly.
They'll all feed up to you," added
Feldman.
Wait till we get to Dubuque and
have reading rehearsal" concluded
Mr.. Hanbury.
And wait till you see the clothes we
give you in act two" said Hen. Ball
room scene. You discover that maybe
you're the bank presidents daughter"
"Ohp Her eyes appealed to them
what it was all about she didn't in the
least know.
But the detective swears you're the
daughter of the big dip who was oper-
ating among the guests in a dress suit.
Then-zing! You confront him and
deny it-he brings the dip on, whom
he just pinched in the anteroom, and
you do the big flop"
"The WHAT"
Faint. See?'
"N-no.'
Miss Lindstrom,"F put in Morris
Feldman, believe NEEDN'T listen to
these here playwrights. Mr.. Gratz, the
stage manager, will see you're coached.
We're going to take you to DUBUQUE
tomorrow, and Miss Norman, she'll
help you, and don't get cold feet on
this. We're out to grab the one-night
stands while the jay towns are still
talking about you, and we don't care
much what the play is"
But remember" warned Young Mr..
Hanbury, any time you don't know
what else to do-faint. Then we'll
jump the mob on, pull a quick curtain,
and the hicks out in front will think
its great And Gratz will blow up
something off-stage. You see" went
on the playwright confidently, Il wrote
the piece that way-loose I"
But, oh, Mr.. HanburyI When they
find out / can't act"
Miss Lindstrom," put in Morris
Feldman complacently, they'll never
find it out until we're beating it to
the next town."
Beat it in and grtb the money, and
beat. it out" corrected Angel Hen
MeFetridge joyously.
Just a joy ride all the way" CHR
ruped Angel Ben seraphically.
The future star seemed dazed. She