New-York tribune., 1919-06-24

"Living Is zerol
Existence fivver!"
Shouted our hero,
And jumped In the river.
Not till drowned him
At the end of this pome
Could I have found him
An ultimate home.
II have made house to house canvass"
writes G. w., "and 1 find that the people
who say Broadway are those who say eyether
and neyether and who play bridge with
opp'nents. They also put an address on an
enVe1ope or on an envelope" In the Broad
way controversy we are distinctly neutral,
or Bipartisan. Generally we say Broadway,
stressing neither syllable. Often we have
written rhymes SO that Broadway was the
only possible accentuaticn: and at least once
we made it Broadway. That was in a song
written to At the melodic rhythm Of Mr. A.
Baldwin Sloane's music, and the line was
."Singers may sing about Broadway"
1t is, we believe, question of euphonics
One17this one, at any rate-says 2O3 Broad
way, but the Broadway Central Hotel.
The native New Yorker our ear tells
US, goes to Long Branch for the week end
Tho Education of Uncle Tabby
But yes, my infants. Ye speak we'll Of
the vaudeville of the '9os, but you don't
shelty's Adeiphi and Charlie ' Miiler's barn Darn
were the only two freproof. buildings in
Buffalo, and when the name. Of Campbell
was too long to go in the foot-high type
Of the headliners on Uncle Dams billboard
in front of tho theatre. So when a couple
OF OF Campbells were coming to play at his
thespian temple he changed their name to
and May Irwin.
Lowering the curtain to indicate the
na 1apse, OF II ~ few years, we come to Harry
Leslie In Miss Esmeralda," and Leslie sang
about having horse he called Napoleon,
all on account of his bonv part, and Lefty
Lind did some stuff that Cissie Lotus imi-
tated.
and l went to Roster and Biars and Saw saw
Cinquevalli juggle cannon balls, and I saw
Carmencta dance-and the gods being still
Jenny Joyce, and my cup Of joy simply
overflow. ! should have said exactly that
that blessed night, for I had rabbit and
couple of musty ales, served by Peter
over at Adam Engel's Clifton.
But what I started out to tell YOU was
this: In the mid '80s John Russell's "City
Directory" company was composed of lot
OF folks who did things for the pure love
OF the doing. Pep hadn't been invented for
the nomenclature of those days, but they
had it--that bunch. There was Dan Daily,
for instance, who sang "The Blow Almost
Killed Father"
There were eight or ten verses, and
Just from seeing the play so often? Why
did 1 see the play SO often? Well, III tell
you. was in love. But before tell YOU
about that, let me tell you how Dan Daily
audiby while Julius Witmark was singing
Mothera and Willie song. While Dan was
crying little girl in blue used to come
out of the wings and comfort him. and
sat down 'front.' worshipping her and moan
ing dlsmally, for, alas! it could never be-
She was married to some unappreciative
cuss who ran doctor shop over in Jersey.
And in that company were Bessie Clcve-
land, Kate TART, Name Kelso' and Fanny
Johnston, and the whole crowd danced when
Bess Cleveland sang:
Clarence McFadden he wanted to dance. bot
his feet wasnt. gated that way,
SO ne 'g sought professor and asked him his
price, and said he was willin' to pay.
The professor looked down in alarm at his
feet, as he viewed their enormous
expanse,
And he tackled on FIVE to his regular price
Wan. two, three; balance like me. You're
w.. quite daisy, but you have your faults.
lazy, but don't be unaisy, IN learn
you to waltz.
And | wonder if the little girl in blue
still has the gold filigree bonbon box |
gave her one night in Kansas City when
Barnabee and Marie Stone and George
rockingham and Jessie Bartlett Davis and
Flora Finlayson.
And I wonder if she might know at this
night is here on my desk at this moment
She pinned it on my coat thirty years ago.
And there's still tinge of red in it.
TAB
Perhaps, some slippered pantaloon can
recall the soubrette who used to sing what
we remember as:
Yum! Yumi Yun,l [back kick1 make no mis-.
Yum! YumI Yumi she takes the cake.
She takes the rolls, the buns. the biscuits, and
whatever else l make.
I go to her every night,
And boys, Say she's out Of sight
She is my own. my ducky darling Marguerite.
we are INFORMED on the highest possible
authority that the "Beer? No, nothing but
wine" song quoted herein recently, as we'll
as "A Wise Guy" played by Hayes and
Lytton, oozed from the fluent pen Of ever
SO young Mr.. George M. Cohan.
Subsolar novelty, offered by Baron Ire
land: The Automatic disappearing Pullman
Porter who, passing by in tho aisle at
l0;l6, dematerializes into the Great Vacu-
UNI at 1o:17, when ycu ring for him to
bring the steps for the upper berth.
Now that peace and harmony are as
sured forever, let Us turn to the serious