The Huttig news., 1915-02-06
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 RV- CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
 WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS OF SCENES IN THE PLAY S9pfRa5aHH aHTr 5eas22.znY ea22

men who were not of his own art world
 Tony Collasso was an Italian illus trator who lodged aLd painted in studio-apartments in Washington Square, South. His companions were various, numbering among them a group of those pygmy celebrities of whom one has never heard until by chance he meets them, and of whom their intimates speak as of immortals.
 To Collasso's studio Samson was called one night by telephone. He had sometimes gone there before to sit for an hour, chiefly as listener, while the man from Sorrento bewailed late with his eoterie. and denounced all forms of government over insipid shanti
 Bnt tonight he entered the door tc find himself in the midst of gay an6 5eisterous party. The room was al .eaaY thieblY logged with smoke an
 dozen mon and women. sin2in .aataaes O. current airs. We're inter. estlns themselves over a ehafing dish The crowd was typical. A few very minor writers and artists, model or two, and several women who had thinking parts in current Broadway productions
 At eleven o'clock the guests of honor arrived in taxicab They were Mr William Farbish and Miss Winifred starr Having come. as they explained, direct from the theater where Miss Starr danced in the first row. they We're in evening dress. Samson men, tally acknowledged, though with in- stinctiye disfayor for the pair, that both were, in way, handsome. Col lasso drew him aside to whisper inn portantly:
 Make yourself agreeable to Farbish. He is received in the most exclusive society, and is a connoisseur of art If he takes a fancy to you. he will put you up ct the best clubs. think l shall sell him a landscape
 The girl was talking rapidly and loudly. She had at once taken the center of the room, and her laughter rang in free and egotistical peals above the other voices.
 Come, said the host, T shall pre- sent you
 The boy shook hands, gazing with his usual directness into the show. girls large and deeply-penciled eyes Farbish, standing at one side with his hands in his pockets, looked on with an air of slightly bored detaeh- ment-
 His dress, his mannerisms. his bear ing, were all those of the man who has oyerstudied his part They were too perfect, too obviously rehearsed through years of social climbing, but that was a defect Samson was not yet prepared to recognize.
 Someone had naiyely complmented Miss Starr on the leopard-skn cloak she had just thrown from her shapely shoulders, and she turned promptly and vivaeiously to the fatterer.
 Tt is nice, isn't it?" she prattled. Tt may look little up-stage for a girl who hasn't got line to read into the piece, but these days one must get the spotlight, or be dead one.
  with Graddy-he's our stage-director, you know" She paused, awaiting the invitation to proceed, and. having re- ceived it, went gayly forward. T was ten minutes late, one day, for rehears al, and Graddy came up with that sar- castle manner of his, and said: Miss Starr, 1 don't doubt you are perfect Ivy, r1y.I af1 ,t gets my goat to figure out how, on a salary of fifteen dollars week, you come to rehearsals in a million dollars worth of clothes, riding in limousine-and ten minutes lateg" She broke off with the eager little expression of awaiting applause. and. having been satisfied, she added: T was afraid that wasn't going to get laugh, after all
 She glanced inquiringly at Samson, who had not smiled, and who stood looking puzzled.
 "A penny for your thoughts, MT. South, from down South" she chal lenged.
 T guess I'm sort of like MT. Grad dy,'' said the boy. slowly 'l was just wondering how you do do it"
 He spoke with perfect seriousness, and, after moment, the girl broke into prolonged peal of laughter.
 "Oh, you are delicious." she ex- claimed If I could do the ingenue like that, believe me, I'd make sople hit" She came over. and, laying hand on each of the boys shoulders kissed him lightly on the cheek. That's fer droll boy." she said That's the best line I've heard pulled lately"
 Farbish was smiling in quiet amuse- ment He tapped the mountaineer on the shoulder
 I've heard George Lescott speak of you he said, genially. I've rather a fancy for being among the discover CTS of men Of talent. We must see more of each ether.
 Samson left the party early, and with a sense of dissust.
 Several days later, Samson was a aIopo in ocaCtt,c c4sfIia It woe paar