Evening star., 1921-10-23

my climb to fame. Ever hear OF
Tamarack Junction: Well. It's a
railroad that runs north from Duluth.
. There's Feltner's general store. the
Bon Ton ice cream parlor. and Ole
Swenson's poolroom. That's the gay
white way OF Tamarack Junction.
Scattered around within half a mile
OF the station arc perhaps forty pa
latial residences, some with corru- :
gated iron roofs and some shingled:
Also there is Ham. Bigger's feed
store. with Red Mems Hall overhead.
I've kept that for the last because
that was the scene of my first his
tr!onic triumph-in the hall. mean.
not in the feed store. Uh-huh. My
genius burst forth there when I was
going on fifteen, and thrilled AN
audie nee of nearly cighty-tive, count
ing the janitor and all the Bigger
youngsters. who got In free. | gave
en- 'Lasca.' You remember
the crack of the whips,
the clatter of hoofs-
And Lasca.
Say. 1 nearly woke up Jim Feltner,
who was taking his usual evening
nap in the Tar corner by the big stove.
Then l followed that up with that
chapter from The Pilot" where the
ship is taken through the shoals dur
ing northeaster. And the next issue
of the Biwabik Weekly Herald said
that l had held my audience spell
bound: Wait! l think ] can get you
the clipping"
7. Temple gave me cold. panied
look. IF you're through trying to
spool me. we'll get on says he
What really want you to tell me is
this: Is there a definite stage psy-
chology that has to do with the char
acter of your audiences?"
90. such long ones" says l..
Couldn't you slip that to me simpler;
In freshman English. say"
1t pains him to do it. but he makes
the try. Il mean" says he. doesn't
performance when you feel that you
have won your audience: that you
have them with you. as it were?"
sure" says /. When you get 'em
going.
And this feeling comes regularly
"Perhars not at the same point in the
play, but at some point
mods careless. Usually about in
, the middle of my first scene with tine
bfnss bit sosss sayn Sn to .bsn rheyrs apt to be
But it is something that you are
| distinctly conscious off" he insists.
You feel it approaching. don't you.
quite gradually; and then, very sud-
denly. you know that it has arrived?' o.
'eneIdlly IL is some Iat man VINO
starts chuckling," says l.
He waves that aside peevish. II
! mean" says he, that there is a per-
rasive quality to the thing. which is
not TO be mistaken? Eth: Like-er-
lil;a-'
Like skunk on damp night" I
suggests.
Which not only brought shudder
out of T. Temple, but made him
squirm in his chair
Really. Miss Dodge" he protests.
oh. well. strike out the skunk"
one with the wind outheast you'll
however, spiel along. What next?"
X X q *
PUT Mr.. Fogg has lost the thread.
He tosses away his cigarette and
wipes his pallid brow. Perhaps"
says he. I've shall be safer IL we con-
tinue along the personal line. You
stepped into this part of the Flapper.
as I understand, quite by accident
But Of course you'd had a certain
amount of dramatic experience. Tell
me. what had you done before this?"
Couldn't we skip that?" 1 asks.
MY dear Miss Dodge" says he.
spreading out his hands. Il am sup
posed to write something about you,
remember. Thus far, l have sue
ceeded in getting absolutely nothing
out of which l can make copy. Now,
If you please, your training"
taught school for two terms at
Tamarack. Then. after I ran away
from home. 1 was waitress in a
miners boarding house, at Coleraine,
up on the range. From there 1
drffted to Druots. in Duluth--ice
ri lot
where I've done almost everything
from dipping orang ade in a side
walk booth to doing a window
demonstration of an electric washer
There! How's that?"
If ia given him the squash pie
shampoo l don't believe he'd have
been a bit madder. His slim An
gers twitched. a spot of color f1ared
, up in his pasty cheeks, and his big
eyes glowered resentful. He was
% "oh, snk snap t eas oat@ "nasy says up "pon.t
to blow a gasket."
But he can't be tempted. He's alto
Eether too nice and refined a young
Phi Delta Kappa to talk back to a
scornful. "You have seen At to waste
| my time and your own, and having
no better material. I shall be obliged
"hlch was Just where Annette
bounces in to say that Mr.. Ames Hunt
has arrived. In he comes at her
heels, too. and proceeds to be genial
"Ah. Triiby May" says he. well.
how are you two getting on. eh?'
HE hasn't bitten me on the arm"
says ]. but think he was just
| "What!" says Hunt. You don't
mean it, surely?"
Miss Dodge has been pleased" says
Foggy, ito be absurd: and, IL I may
say SO. rather Ill BRED
why. hello" says Hunt, peering
into the dim corner at him. 'It isn't
Owens at all, is it? Let's see, you
T. Temple stated his full name.
"Hm-m-m!" says Ames Hunt, rub
bing his chin. "Fogg? Fogg? Can't
we have little light here, Trilby
May? Thanks. i. All, now remem-
ber!"
me. sir?" asks T. Temple
Exactly" says the great manager.
THE name should have been enough.
but that hair clinched 1t. Come from
up near Scarboro. Maine, don't you?"
"Why-er-yes," admits Foggy.
'I knew you must be the same
! youth" says Hunt. You brought in
the steamed CLAIMS and melted butter.