Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1915-03-30
,"rhorns and Orange blossoms"

Hello. Hello Is that YOU, Clari-
Say, Central, l ask YOU once more like
lady 10 kindly not pull that plug out
on me and my party. Nav YOU didn't
get no disconuect signal neither: that
fash YOU seen was ono O. them Broad
street signs, so I'll trouble YOU to
please get off the wire: | don't want
to hold no three-cornered conversations
MI right, then. don't butt in. An don't
plug yourself in neither: uscter work
up there myself an can hear YOU
when YOU come in.
'lIcllo. Claribcl. declare thcrl
switchboard conductors is Rcttin' fresh
or every day: I almost hate 10 use the
phone when | want TO talk to anybody
special nut what called YOU up about
WAS to find out why you wasn't at the
S'iou last night | looked for YOU the
| instant come in, but seen you wasn't
! IN your rcalar seat an then | couldn't
! find YOU nowhere. Well. ! cert'ny am
! sorry, an hope your forehead won't he
marked permanent. Them curlin tongs
| is cert'nE trcacherous things oh.
bcg your pardon. understood YOU to
I say YOU burnt your head: didn't
| know YOU said bumped We'll, anyway
| there Amt no use fiy!n' out ut me.
cause goodness knows I've always took
your parr. All right. we'll let bygones
| be byGoucs. but faint no use TO always
| he lookln' for trouble.
| Yes, indeed. I'd gone anyhow. like
| | always do Monday NIGHTS, but my
latest friend. Mr.. lIishball. asked me
out 10 the Rcservaw yesterday what
show would [ like TO go 10 tonight
an o course | picked the lou. MIR.
| Highban don't spend much time in
| Richmond, cause he travels. | don't
Know exactly. He says he sells ncar-
beer through North Carolina. but
gotta brother who ulster work for the
! house he travels outer an my brother
| n
driRkin near-beer, much less selln' il.
| Anyhow, Mr.. Highball hadn't been TO
| the Bjou since Mr. Wells run them
burlesquc ont, an he said las night
he never see nothin' like that play be-
! fore in his life--not even OH tho road.
oh dearie. it was the mos beautiful
| thing ever seen i'll my life. You
know the play was writ by Bertha NJ.
| Clay. who done all them noble novels
about lords and ladies, an know no
"odN but woman with a true WON
! ans heart could Il thought up such pitt
| iul sentiments. Mr.. HiRhball sRid he
had II friend on a newspaper that told
! him that Bertha NJ. Clay was man
| ana jas used that name to write un-
der. bu,, q course. there amt nothin'
! to that.
We'll, there's so much to it that
can't i"li You everything, besides tn,
| boss VIII be in in n little while, an
he roasted me for fair yesterday about
! taliiin' over the phone, though Heaven
knows | WAS jus tryin to get coupla
passes off 81 fellow know that works
! in n store that rents furniture to tn,
! company. In the very bcginnin'
didn't think much Of tn. show, 'caus.
! MIR. Warner and Miss Scott was so late
! in comm on, though | mus say MIR
/ l1crthclct an Miss Ball and Mr.. Newin
, VAS all Jus as funny as they could be
Bat in little while Mr. Warner como
| 40. an
shirts on an he was lookin grande,
than ever. Miss scott come on. too
looltin' as pretty as a peach. An as
; soon as they had came, | knew | was
I bound I" like il. Cause 'Fhorns and
Orange blossoms is all about them
! English swclls that Bertha II. Clay is
so strong on. Air. Warner lie was Lord
| Randolph RIVERS, Of RyverSburs. OF
! Ryvcrsviilc, ~ some little old town o.
other; ANA Miss Scott she was Lady
! randolph RIVERS. Only she didn't
| know IT, Sine thought she was JUS Mrs
! Randolph Randolph. or she never would
! n married Mr.. Warner.
go course, that parts kinder foolish
| cause any girl would marry Mr.. War
ner. even il he WAS lord, which done
see how that could make any difference
! anyhow. IT looked like there wan,
s"in' to be any play, with Mr.. Warner
and Miss Scott married right in the
| brgnnin'. bat in II few minutes Mr.
! Rassett come I'm an as soon as ] seer
! that he had on his drcss-suit, ! seer
| ii was all OF. suspicioned that he
! was the villain, which lie cert'ny was
| Quick AS a wink he begun to stir VI
! trouble about Lord Randolph hayin
! more money than a artist, which he
was supposed by Lady Randolph to be
| had any business havin, an he never
| let up on it,
/ Then Miss Crawford she come on
am she hadn't spoke more'n word OIL
/ two before seen that she was IL vii
| lainess. They KEEP calm her &
dow'ger. or somethin like that. bu,
! anyhow she was old lady RIVERS Lore