The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1916-05-28

true that the audience dwindled per
ceptibly during the progress OF this
entertainment. But don't believe for
a minute that the original tradition
a. to the amusing qualities OF a Lambs
Gainbol has been disturbed. There will
be just as much anxiety to get into
the Metropolitan Opera House next
year as there WAS this spring.
Yet there was "a eambol. pub
lie. private or otherwise. that WAS re
garded as quite so soporihc as this
one. Perhaps the fact that Nat Good
win was the only actor with the eN-
ception Of Frank Tinney. who escalri
crlticism-the bitter criticism uf the
first night audience-was due 10 his
preeminence But IL may have been
due to his Jokes.
Two men passed IN the street.
Gould you tell me the way to the
! post office" one asked the other.
Yes" answered the second. con
tinuinC on his way.
Then ne felt conscience stricken at
! his GOODNESS To- a stranger who might
! be in need Of information. so he ran
after the man.
Did you really want to know where
the post office is" he inquired Of the
first man.
NO" was the response from the
first. who continued on his way.
The audience laughed. 1t Was the
hr,t chance II had except for that
minute in which Frank Tinney tore
his tights and had to retire.
But" Mr.. Goodwin went on. as the
audience gradually quoted down, the
( Enghshman | told that to did not in
the least smile. All h" did was 10
look al me blandly and say. Well,
what them"
But Nat Goodw in told another story
which did not have to hrius IN any
Engiishman. y friend of his was
thirsty, oh, so thirsty. II was limos
closing time and he had never felt
such a thirst. But |unluckily he had
not n penny. Nut far away lie saw
the kindly lights of u saloon. But
how could he, without a cent? Would
his skin as a story teller help hin
out? lie went in 10 try it On
He slipped his silver !ilH and told the
barkeeper M funny story after an
other. He even got Il second dr.uh
dtli 81 h'llEllA'' 10 AFN'll' va ~ ~ o
the time came To say good night "a,
b%arkeepcr altogether failed Ia rccai
whether or not he had been paid, Au,
he was too much confused 10y n,
anrising stories to ask.
such success was too much for tn,
r~aconteur. lie met 1t friend olitsld,
the bar. also penniluss and thirsty, aul
told him the story. lie was by way
of being a good story teller himself
So he went in, ordered his gin fizi
and told the barkreper u wonderful
story. But he stopped laughing sud.
denly.
Don't make me laugh" he said, 81
just had II fellow in here who told III,
50 many funny stories that | think
although ! am not sure, that he go'
away with the price OF " drinks
So | don't want to hear any NOR,
stories. might forget again"
You might forget again was th'
indignant answer of the last stol!
teller. Wouldn't know whether | ha,
paid or not, Well, you give me my
- cents change and III clear GA
now"
Of course, II was Mats way. ana tn,
happy audience turned to him for III
first gayety of the evening. some -
those who stuck It out may have foun.
other opportunity. But there was
melancholy looking crowd that traile(
out into broadway,
Even the jokes ON the pIogramm"
contributed 10y lambs did not che,
them up. Bat the Lambs had come L
the front brayrly. Victor Herbert ex
pressed himself In music by means q
a few bars of "Natoma.' Thomas A
Wise told something about his earl
experiences in tho West. and join
Philip Sousa. being also a musician
could not allow the privilege Of scratch
ing notes to Mr.. Herbert. So he wa
there with some bars from the Lamb
March. There was "A poem by Clarenc
James Harvey and some more must
from Irving Berlin. w. H. Crane wa
, there with at anecdote. and Sylvi