Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1914-01-09
Orpheum Audience, Kind of
Intimate Family Gathering

realizing it. Here comes my husband.
Let's see what he has to say"
Mr. Stork thought pretty much as
did his wife.
''And let me add, with emphasis"
he said, sticking his hands in his
pockets and marching up and down
the dressing ROOM that we appre-
ciate the loyal friendliness of our
patrons. If they want to talk about
the way my wife wears her hair. let
them If they want to discuss our
attitude toward each other, let them!
What better proof could we have of
their friendship than the fact that
each week finds them in the same
seats! Speaking ones mind is the
great American privilege. When / go
to the theatre l love to speak mine.
If my neighbours congenial"
Hear the orator" cried Miss
Brownell.
Mr.. Stork grinned. ''Well, it's true,
isn't it? 1t makes me feel fine to
have people like us, and | know they
do, because. as l Just said, they come
back, and they don't have to come
back, now, do they?" He appealed
to me.
Why record what / said? I'm the
interviewer, not the interviewer.
you ought to see some of the let
tiers we receive" Mr. Stork chuckled
as he leaned over to tweak the ear OF
Miss Fluffy Brownell "Then you'd
know something of our friendly rela-
lions with the folks out in front
"They speak right from the heart,
suppose said l, wondering how
many baths Miss Fluffy had to have
a week to keep her snowy whiteness.
Miss Brownell giggled.
"They don't hesitate to tell us ex-
actly where we stand" said she. "One
time woman wrote to tell me |
should never wear pink, because
looked so much better in blue. They
like to criticise our acting, too.
"How would you like to be told you
couldn't act, and ought to go back
to the FARM" Mr.. Stork demanded OF
me. "Well, I was told that not long
ago. and in the same mail there were
several letters declaring that Amerl-
ca held no finer exponent of the Or
ramatic art. Whether it's blame or
praise, they're nothing if not lavish.
"They ask me where I was born,
and what my parents were, and now
old 1 am" chimed in Miss Browneh,
"and If I know how to cook, and like
it, and what I do with my dresses
after I've worn them, because l never
seem to wear them again
THAT last is legitimate won
DER" I told her. what do you do
with them?"
Miss Brownell smiled wisely, and
stood up while her maid straight
ened the folds of her dress.
TITS a secret" she whispered. And
then she leaned over and said in a
confidential tone, II disguise EN-.
piece of lace from this gown, a bit
of fur from that one. girdle from
the other. and behold! Here's a new
gown. Ny modiste is a genius
'.Of course" she added, that can
not be done with all gowns. Take
my Paris costumes, for instance.
couldn't think of ripping up the
beautiful things, and will wear them
again, sooner or later. Some yare
promoted into my private life. We've
made many close friends In this city
and go about quite bit.
Some day I'll let you look at my
wardrobe" Miss Brownell promised,
land you'll see hundreds of perfectly
good dresses hanging with an empti-
ness that reproaches me. But what
can dor"
/ was bordering over this when
there came a light tap on the door. 1t
was the other Mabel, the leetle Teller.
as Gus Rogers used to say of Max.
We've been talking of families"
said Miss Brownell, and then she ex-
planned what she meant. Miss Estelle
nodded and said:
s'Theres another family you might
be interested in--the one behind the
scenes. We all get along like basket
of kittens, know each others secrets,
criticize each others acting, and"
Borrow each others channels
skins" cut in Mr.. Stork, the ire
pressible.
Miss Estelle made pass at him.
mot yet" she declared though
we may come to it before long"
And then somebody said that per-
haps the audience might be inter-
ested In the Temperance of few