Evening Star Newspaper, August 7, 1921, Page 50

T'S a shifty little old world, Tll1 say. Not that it looked it on the 29th. No, I remember 1 was wondering that afternoon If Inez and 1 would still be running a joint in Greenwich village, say twenty or thirty y from then; and how I would look with gray. bobbed hair. For that was the prospect. We seem- ed as well anchored and as fixed as Bhe Washington arch or Sheridan Square. 1'd been figuring up our first month’s profits from the Cave of the White Goddess. T hadn't got it quite straight, for bookkeeping isn’t one of the best things 1 do, but with a little freehand juggling of expense items I'd man aged to strike a_balance that did wabble much unless you handled rough. You see, Uncle Nels had let us have the place on a salary and com- Mission basis, and I was planning to send him a nice little surprise. It AND PUSHIN' THE V! LOVELY LADY,” INSISTS INEZ. would have to go through Barry Platt, I suppose, as the old boy hadn’t been near us since that first night, but maybe Barry would bring us back some kind words. For they looked ther good, those figures. T2na then the door creaked and In trickled Uncle Nels himself. He's spruced up quite a lot, for him. Of wourse he's still baggy about the knees, and there's the same slump to his shoulders. but he's had his face and neck shaved. he's sporting a new Fubber collar, and he's discarded the faded ola lumberjack’s cap for a bar- zain straw hat that rests secure On his ears. i1- = isn't alone this time. Tra m}?:“rlw:mv] is a wide-faced party with a button nose and a Lor\:lo'\an l‘a: “omplexion. A heavy set. youngis who sways from the cnees up as he walks and wears M‘nm hgad well forward, a8 if ‘l:e W prepared to b“dll'. t];l:fi_‘;ay througl something. _ An: about hi§ having hailed ‘from near Stockholm originally- i * %k ¥ ¥ €« HERE'S Inez?” demands Uncle Wiken. W “Oh, she's upstairs” says I usual, she's getting ready to go to & movie matinee.” Tncle Nels shakes his head. “Movies I explains. “She has to hold down the goddfsn throne all the evening, you know.‘ . “Huh!" says he. “Foolish! Girls ahanid work or—or. get married.” And that he nods decided at the atranger. Somehow that gave me a hunch; 1. “Is this a L‘all‘;didaéee?s" & he, with an elbow - N hi:‘t'ap'n Knut: (‘)1159_1'1. Friend f mine. Nice young feller. "nmm':gm be an accura‘te de-crrllpt‘?‘: d it might not. ‘ve see :gunger and I think I could pick one hicer with my eyes shut. Personally 1 wasn’t crazy about the airplane ears, or the way his nose finished, or the stupid look in the baby-blue eyes. Perhaps Uncle Nels got a hint of all 3 he adds: i ef?rrakes good man for Inez.” 7" says I. “What's he captain o‘:"l‘ugbna'.." says Uncle Nels. “But maybe he gets big freight steamer. Rio and Argentine line. 1 own shares some.” M\ hd that seemed to sketch out the whole plot of the piece as clear as if he'd talked for an hour. He's pretty well set in his mind, Uncle Nels is, and ever since we'd found him he hasn't seemed satisfied that Inez was indulging in her share of manual Jabor. You remember how it was when he bought the Cave for us. He did it because he had the cute idea that his husky niece would do the cooking; or the dishwashing. at least. Not being able to h any real work on her, he had switched to this new scheme. He would marry her off. * kK K VWELL. that might not be such a mad move, either. I should miss her a lot, of course. but I couldnt sce that it was going to spoil my whole life. Besides, maybe it was just what Inez would like, once she got into it. As the blushing bride of a freight boat captain she ‘would probably travel around a lot. Rio and the Argentine! Perhaps to Japan and China! And for a girl like Inez, this Cap'n Knute might be the ideal hubby. Neither of 'em would talk the other to death, anyway. “Say, I think you've sald something “says 1. “Sound and steady, is ‘He's a nice feller,” insists Uncle els. 1 took another look at the captain. o dia seem substantial, especially bout the legs and through the chest. vore his cheek bones a bit high, it was true. and the lower part of his face tapered off kind of abrupt at the chin, like a piece of pie; but those were mere details. “Yes,” says I. “I should say he might do._ T'l1 help you fix things up.” Which was where Cap'n Knute breaks his spell of silence. “Aye— Aye, lak to see your Inez first,” says he. “Oh, naturally,” says I. “You're not going to be rushed to the altar on any sealed bid proposition. Then there's Inez to be cons'dered, too. You've got to convince her that you're the only Huh!" grunts Cap'n Knute swell- ing out his chest and going through other motions peculiar to the conquer-: ing_male. “Yes, I understand.” says 1. “You rather fancy yourself, don't you? I take it that the girls you've met 80 far have been in the habit of making a fuss over you without any prelim- tnaries. Those water front belles would. And you're an impressive and important party—on your tug boat. You snap your fingers for somebody to come, and he comes. You yell to a deckhand to stick out a bow line and it's stuck out. But you're going “~BUT—BUT, MISTER FAIRBANKS, HE WAS SHOOTIN' GUNS, AN LAIN IN THE FACE, AND MAKING LOVE TO ] ° -] 9 [ g e U AL SO T o, SO L, P I IO L B Al s e Dbl Sty 3 o g -l THE SUNDAY STAR, WASHINGT to find Miss Inez Petersen quite a] “Hey?' says Inez, brightening up.|of church and slides down other side different personage. * * ¥ * I‘HEY. stupid?” says he, staring at me. “Absolutely,” says I. “You see, she's more or less decorative and easy to view, Inez is. She has knocked around quite a bit in the last year or so and she’s met a good many men who have stopped for a second look at her. Some | h have told her what a stunner she was and nearly all have signaled as much with their eyes. Not that Inez has always noticed it. She's no heavy- weight vamp. But she has a roméantic disposition. Uh-huh. She's kind of worked up an ideal hero of her own and as near as I can judge, captain, he doesn’t resemble you In the least. Cap'n Knute shrugs his shoulders careless and turns to Uncle Nels. “What's the use, then?” says he. “I no care. Plenty girls.” “You wait.” says Uncle Nels. “Inez do what I tell her.” “Now, listen, Uncle Nels,” says I “You're all wrong. Inez isn't the kind that you can tell much of any- thing to. Not in that tone of voice. Shes got a balky streak in her that Wwould make a green mule seem like a trained seal. If I wanted to block this little scheme of yours I'd just let you steam ahead along that line. But'I want to help. And I'm telling you that Inez has got to be humored at_the start.” “What we should do?" demands Uncle Nels. “Handle her easy, kid her along.” says 1. “She'll be down presently. Now my advice to the captain is that he should blow her to the best movie show on Broadway—loge seats, a loz‘ of mixed chocolates for her to browse on between reels, and a ride home in *x ¥ ¥ * UNCLE NELS groans. “Expensive says he. “That's our mliddle name -says k' “But it's the only way Yo“get any- where with us. We get over it later on, though. I think Ines will. Just now she may have a passing notion that she wants to acquire the limou- “HUH!” GRUNTS CAP'N KNUTE, SWELLING OUT HIS CHEST AND GOING THROUGH OTHER MOTIONS FAMILIAR TO THE CONQUERING MALE. B sine habit, but once she gets hooked up with the right sort of man she’ll settle down and develop domestic in- stincts that will surprise you. Any- way, that's my guess, and I should says he'd be worth working for.” “I dunno,” says Cap'n Knute, “Aye- lak to see her. He had his wish, for about then she appears, all gussied up in a new dotted Swiss and a wide brimmed shadow hat to match and her best gray silk socks. Nothing that can be rubbed in with chamois or laid on with a brush could produce a com- plexion like that, either, with the rose pink blending into the snow white and changing places like the colors in- an electric sign. And you should have seen the chesty expression on the captain's face fade out and gradually give place to a frank Scandinavian gawp. From the very first Inez had him going. He took her all in from the generous ankles to the bulging ear puffs that she's learned to make out of her wkeat colored hair, and after that ke was a changed man. He got as fussed as a kid when he was introduced, his feet interfered when he stepped up to shake hands, and he suddenly dis- covered that he didn’t know what to do with kis big paw after Inez had let ‘;: of it. He'd seen Inez and he But Inez wasn't his yet. Not by severa] jumps. She inspected him calm but critical and tucked in a fresh cud of gum. Of course, she did drop her chin a bit and go through the usual coy motions, but I could tell that she was just wondering why TUncle Nels had lugged in a stranger and how long they were going to hang around. - * * % % TW]CE Uncle Nels nudged Cap'n Knute in the ribs, and then said it bimself. “Cap'n Olsen,” says he, “be—he wants you to go to movies.” “Movie show! When?" “Right awa: aren’'t you? Then you're on your way. Better take the subway or you'll miss the news reel. Bye-bye! And by giving the captain a gentle |® 5 « “Oh!" says says I “All set.)yhnp) 'y e into automobil I “Then there was a Did Captain Knute get excited, too?" 5 “Him,” says Ines, glacing scornful ver her shoulder at the door. “Well, let’s know the wors says L push 1 got -em started without &ny|«what did ne 4o lengh st the wreng place?” more stalling around. Uncle Nels watched them with a satisfled look in his shrewd eyes “That's all right, too, I guess,” sayi e. “It opens well, anyway.” “But_ let's understand _abou! freight steamer job for him. this Is this an out-and-out promise, or Just a|jain in face, hope.” “Sure. I get him steamer,” Uncle Nels. “He's good feller, Cap'n Knute. I know his father Sweden.” “Then here’s trusting that he and Inez get along well on their tryout,” 1. “They'd make good nning mates if they could hit it off. “How soon you can tell asks Uncle Nels. “Depends on whether or not Cap'n = Knute is a fast worker or a slow one.” says I. “but after a whole aft- ernoon together we should bé able to get some line on the affair.” ' ays L | Nels. SaYS | gnore? nnounces Inez, in- ys L protests Uncle “But‘—but Mister Fairbanks he was shootin’ .guns, and—and pushing vil- and making love to lovely insists Inez. “And him, he That captain. Huh!" ‘Do I gather, Ines” that you and 8a; “Why not sleep?” lady,” infCapt. Knute had words over his lack of enthusiasm for Mr. Fairbanks?” "I don’t say nothing to that man, Trilby May,” says Inez. “Never. I— I don't want him comin’ round any more. or He—he's a washout. ‘Sounds final and decisive,” says as Inez starts toward the stairs. should say, Uncle Nels, that Capt. Knute's little romance had been per- manently scuttled.” * x k% [ AIT!” calls out Uncle Nels to her. “I give you one chance more. You say you don’t like Capt. Olsen? You no marry him? “Not until I go crazy in the head,” declares Inez. “Foolish girl!” says Uncle Nels. “You'll see. You go to work, you!" And with that he shuffles out, shak- Ill." his head and mumbling to himself. ‘Now I wonder just what he means by that?” says I. “No Uncle Nels “Huh!” says Ines. can boss me. Say I should marry a movie snorer! 0.” ‘:I get your point of view, Inez,” says I, “and I can’t deny but what I sym- pathize somewhat. But that's a shifty old bird, your Uncle Nels, and his last re: k listened ominous. I don't Just see what he can do, though.” At least, nothing happened that evening. The Cave had the usual sum- mer night's business, and when Barry drops in, as usual, he has no light to throw on the situation. He hasn't seen Uncle Nels for several days, but he expects to hunt him up in the morning. He reports, though, that he couldn't locate him. And another day goes by. “Uncle Nels talk in his hat, I guess,” llg"! Inez. “I no care.” was only the next morning, though, that we were roused early b‘y hammering overhead and the jabber- ing of a gang of Dago laborers.” “Perhaps the owner is going to make studios out of the upper stories” I suggests. ‘“They're always doing that to these old shacks.” * %k x PUT when 1 started out to investl- gate, half an hour later, I saw something that made me gasp. A lot of men were tearing off the roof of the building and taking out the up- per window casings. I hustled around until I found the foreman. “Say, what's the idea?’ says I. “If it rains we may need that roof, you know." “No you won' “You'll be moving. “Eh?” says I. * 'Cause we're wrecking the build- ing,” says he. Wrecking 1t?” says I. “Yep,” says he. ‘“Inside of a week all there’ll be left will be a hole in the ground.” “But my good man,” says I, “you can't do that. We happen to be run- ning a restaurant in the basement. mis: says he. Vhy 2 “I think I wait,” says Uncle Nels.|¥ou simply can't wreck the place over That seems to be the easiest thing he does. I wanted to find something for him to read, but he shook his head. Reading isn't in his line. I was afraid he’d want to poke around the place and ask fool questions, But no. He's quite content just to sit there in a hard chair, his washed out blue eyes fixed steady on nothing at all, for three solid hours. So far as LI icould .see “he ‘didn’t -even :blink. Meybe. he.was thinking, but I doubt it. Half an hour of that would have given me the fidgets. I'm no sitter. though, and Uncle Nels is. Queer old boy. I dom't get him at all.. And how anybody with so much bone in the head as that could surround as much coin as he must have collected is a mystery. Got it in the lumber business. Maybe he planted pine cones and watched 'em’ grow up. * x % * NYWAY, while he sat there with- out hardly shuffling his feet or batting an eyelash I checked over the accounts for a month, made out a whole sheaf of checks to be signed, copled off a dozen menus for the evening, and helped set up all the tables. Then, about 5:30, I heard a taxi stop out front. “This ought to be Romeo and Jullet,” says I “Yes. Here they come.” But they didn’t arrive blushing, or hand in hand.' In fact, Ines came marching in alone, and I could see no gay excited flicker in those calm gray eyes. “Well, how were the pictures Ines?” T asked. - . “All right,” says she. “Couldn’'t have been a Bill Hart feature, then,” says I i “No,” says Inez. “Mister Douglas Fairbanks. Fine! He climbs up side our ears.” “Can’t, eh?" us, girlie.” And that's as far as I could get talk- ing to this low-brow. So I hurried in and found Inez calmly brushing her hair. “Brace yourself, Inez, I've got disturbing news. “Yes-s,” says Inez. “They're taking the place apart,” “There’s a wrecking crew on says he. “You watch ays I “for the jol “How foolish!' says Inez. fixing an ear puff in position and patting it ap- proving. “What a help you are, Inez!" says I. “See if you can start breakfast, while T try to get Barry on the ‘phone.” 1 caught him at Miss Wellby's boarding house and he says he’ll be right down. He arrived about 9:30, as the last few slates came off the roof. “Stop ‘em, can’t you?” says I. “Fear 1 can’t,” says Barry. “But I thought Uncle Nels had a lease on this place,” says I. “So he did,” says Barry. he owns the building. before yesterday. I only found out last night, when I got in touch with him. He said something about mak- ing some changes down here, but I had no idea he was going to start 80 soon. Let me have a talk with that foreman.” * ok x X FIVE minutes later Barry came back with a blank look on his face. “The old fox!" says he. “He’'s made a contract for a rush job of wreck- ing. Bought off the other tenants, you know, and moved ‘em out in twenty-four hours’ notice. And so long as the basement lease is in his “But now Bought it day name there's nothing to be done. I don’t understand.” “I do,” says 1. “He's peoved be- ued on D. C, AUGUST 7, 1921—PART 4 Inez Applies the Acid Test By sewe ko THE RAMBLER CONTINUES HIS: ARTICLES ON OLD DRAMATIC ORGANIZATIONS OF CITY ANY dear, departed and la- mented amateur dramatic clubs came to mind as these “rambles” on old theatricals proceed. The Lawrence Barrett. Forrest, Linthicum Institute and Car- roll Institute players have been re- «called, and there have lately come to the Rambler, clamoring for inclu- sion in these annals, memories of the Thalian, Buckstone, Garrick, Joe Jef- ferson, Shakespeare and Cosmos Dra- matic clubs. Perhaps the spirits of ,Concerning the Barre EMORIES of the Thalian, Buckstone, Garrick, Joe Jefferson, Shakespeare | and Cosmos Clubs—An Interesting Fact Conflict of Dates—Going Over the Faded Programs of Entertainments Years Ago. | tt Dramatic Club—A other clubs will rap on the Rambler's table, or, reaching for a slate, will write out something like this: “Dear Rambler: We - were actors also. Please put us in the ‘rambles’ We used to like to see our names in the paper and the spotlight thrills us still.” None of these old organiza- tions will be slighted if the Rambler can help it. Before taking up the late arrivals the Rambler would like to turn back to the Barrett Dramatic Club, be- cause certain pleasant and interest- ing facts relating to its organization have been set before him, and they have been brought to his attention not for his information and enlight- enment, but for yours. Several young men and women who had appeared in amateur theatricals and who had a Alice Butler, James G. Hudson and Miss Edna Scott Smith. The plain and un- official members at that moment were: Dr. James E. Bliss, Allen C. Clark, Mrs. Allen C. Clark, Miss Saidee L. Dingman, Arthur Earnest, Willlam C. Field, Mrs. ‘theodore Friebus, jr.; Mrs. George Gib- son, Mrs. James G. Hudson, Miss Ella A. Knight, Miss Ida F. O'Neal, Charles Eugene Phelps, Lillian Sefton and E. Clyds Shade, The club members had what they call- ed, not stage names, but “noms de thea- ter” and these were: Purskripshun Jimmy, Dr. Bliss; 3in S| - Sl ss: Wun Gin Sling, Mr. Hughey Bones Dougherty, Mr. George E. Kamp Meetin, Mr. wipesy Henroost, Mr. Field; ¢+Mendelssohn Bishoff Paderewski, Mr. {Fowler: Uncle Sam'l Brown, Mr. Gibson; Obediah Blacktoe, Mr. Hensey; Pimlico Strong bent toward the stage met at|Tambo Mickle. My = the Franklin School bullding on the!Featherweight. Mr. Pholoe B. and O evening of March 16, 1881. No rec-|Tambo Sriver, Dr. Shad Araminta ord showing the names of all those at that meeting has been preserved, but it can be recalled that among Brown, Miss Butler: Neuralgia White, Mrs. Clark; Melinda Snowball, Miss Dingman; Columbia Skrappy, Miss Gib- those present were Charlie Hanford,|son: Topsy Turvy. Mrs, Hudson: O Clarence Rheem, David Banzs, Simon{Helen-Mora Vit, Miss Knight; Lucinda Fiynn and Harry Robinson. The chairman of the meeting appears as “David C. Bangs" and the secretary as “H. C. Robinson.” It was decided. to form “the Lawrence Barrett Liter- ary and Dramatic Association.” No other meeting can be found in the records, in the files of the local) papers or in the memory of survivors of the club, until that meeting which| was held on the evening of Septem- ber 27, 1881. T ere were present Miss Annie Cavis, Miss Jennie Thomp- son, Miss Belle Cavis, Miss Mary K. Schreiner, D. C. Bangs, C. B. Hanford. | C. B. Rheem, G. A. Prevost, H. C. Rob- inson, S. R. Flynn, J. T. Hawkins, P. B. Miller, W. R. Sheld, J. A. Mahoney, S. B. Milton, Albert Hall. C. G. Plerce, Edward S. Rheem and B. G. Lovejoy. A constitution was adopted, and it was set forth that the object of the club was “to embark upon the literary and dramatic field in the city of Washington for the development of our literary and elocutionary powers, and to provide amateur entertain- ment at the demand of the public of this city.” As bearing on the choice of a name, let us quote from the constitution: “Whereas we appre- chate, moreover, the fact that study is the one great secret of success, and therefore regarding Mr. Law- rence Barrett as one who, by con- tinued study and practice, has attain- ed those superior elocutionary pow- ers and remarkable acting qualities that have placed him at the top of the American stage: Therefore this organization shall be known at the Lawrence Barrett Dramatic Club." An interesting article in the tution was that there should elocutionary director to have of ‘the elocutionary rendition plays” and_ “that Miss Mary K. Schreiner is hereby elected to fiil this office, exempt from all dues, so long as it pleases her to continue.” * ok ok ¥ THERE is a conflict of dates which the Rambler cannot adjust, and really adjustment is not necessary. The matter giving the dates of the first and second meetings of the club as March 16, 1881, and September 27, 1881, appeared in an article in The Star in 1914, prepared by a trust- worthy and otherwise adequate re- porter who tells the Rambler that he | had this information from various members of the club who consulted what they called their records. In Talbot Pulizzi's ory of the Law- rence Barrett Club he says that the first performance of tke club was given at the Natlonal Theater May 12, 1881, and that the play was “Ju- lius Caesar.” If the Rambler were to attempt to harmonize this appar- ent discrepancy he would say that at the meeting of March 16, of which only a fragmentary record has come down to us, the young and enthusi- astic people determined to put on a play and that it should be “Julius Caesar.” They set about rehearsing. put on the play and, encouraged by their success, they organized the club at_the September meeting. The second public appearance of the club was in March. 18 The dates were the 2d. 3d and 4th, and three evening performances were given and a matinee. “Julius Caesar” and “The Merchant of Venice” were shown the Washington public. The cast of “Ju- lius Caesar” was: Brutus, Clarence Rheem: Cassius, Charles B. Hanford; | Mark Antony, David C. Bangs: Julius Caesar, James C. Mahoney: Publius Casca, Harry C. Robinson; Trebon/us, Simon Flynn; Decius Brutus, John T. Hawkins; Octavius Caesar, Harry C. Robinson; Metellus Cimber, W. A. Lackey: Cinna the poet and first cit- izen, Otto G. Eckstein; Lucilius, sec- ond citizen and a Roman soldier, Samuel Burley Milton; a soothsaye: Cavi: Calphurnia, wife of Caesar, Jennie Thompson; Portla, wife of Brutus, Annie Cavis; senators, citizens, guards, attendants, etc. The players and their parts in the “Merchant of Venice” were: Shylock, Charles B. Hanford; Bassanio, Clarence Rheem; Antonio, the Merchant of Venice, Harry Robingon; Gratiano, Simon Flynn: Lorenzo, in love with Jessica, John T. Hawkins; the Duke of Venice, and Tubal, a friend of Shylock, James C. Mahoney; Launcelot Gobbo, Frank B. Noyes; Old Gobbo, father of Launcelot, Montague Tigg: Salanio, one of the friends of Antonio and Bassanio, Sam- uel B. Milton; Leonardo and Balthazar, Otto G. Eckstein; Portia, a rich heiress, Mary K. Schreiner; Nerissa, her waiting woman, Anne Cavis, and Jessica, the daughter of Shylock, Belle Cavis. ‘There must have been Washingtonians i as the Princess of Morocco and Arragon, Salarino, Celerio and Stephano, but their names have not come to the Rambler. Also there must have been many Wash- ington youths, some of whom are now celebrated in less romantic and herolc arts, who were the ‘enice, officers of the court of justice, jailors, servants and other attendants, but their names do not seem to have been inscribed on the roll of fame as Chocolatedrop, Miss O'Neal, and Clotilda Bonyparts, Miss Smith. ? Among the many features presented by the club was an original sketch built on a very old theme and called “A Social Game,” the cast of which fol- | lows: Will E. Shoot, Ask George E. Kamp Meetin’; J. K. Hatchet, Held by B. & O. Tambo Sriver, and Ura Brick, as laid by Hughey Bones Dougherty. | A pleasant time was had by all. Of the | Comus Club Mr. Conley, Mr. Friebus and Mr. Earnest adopted the stage pro- | fessionally. Mr. Earnest was popular {in light_opera. Theodore Fricbus long iheld a distinguished place on the stage jand he died not long ago. causing sor- {Tow to thousands of us who knew him. At one time Mrs. Henry Clay Browning | was a member of the Comus Club. | The Rambler has brief notes about the Thalian, - Buckstone, Garrick and Joe Jefferson clubs, and they shall be set down here. The Thalian Club was or- | | ganized November 28, 1876, at the home | of Miss Annie Warren Story, and Minnie Frye and Jobn R. Gisbourne were among the starters. W. C. Murdock was made vice president, Charles A. Wimer zec- retary, John R. Gisbourne treasurer and Thad K. Sailer stage manager. The first performance of the club, Tom Tay- lor's “Plot and Passion,” and a farce, “The Two Bonnycastles.” was given at Ford’s Opera House February 10, 1877. There was a big audience, carloads of “floral offerings,” tumults of applause, gales of laughter, and after the curtain was “rung down"—that is, rolled down— there were hacks, coupes, landaus, vic- torias and family carriages, and after- the-theater suppers at which the par- ticipants enjoyed an oyster stew, an oyster frv or half peck of steamed for what would now be the price of a cheese sandwich. * x ¥ ¥ HE Thalian had a long list of ac- tive members who were also acting members, and there was another list called ‘*‘contributing members,” who presumably were expected to contribute talents instead of talent. If that joke is too much for you I will explain that “talent” was a Greek weight and we classic scholars often speak of *talents of money.” Generally it is not form to explain one's jokes, but there are some readers that we have to help along. Well, a list of these “contribut- ing members” of the Thalian Club has come down to us, and it follows: James A. Garfleld, Gen. W. T. Sherman, Gen. J. H. Ketchum, Gen. H. L. Pelouze, Gen. Green B. Raum, Senator Lot M. Mor- rill, Henry D. Cooke, Postmaster Gen- el actors. In addition to the names men- |eral D. M. Key. Samuel Shallenbarger, tioned there appear as members of the |O. H. Irish, J. M. Wilson, A. D. en, club in 1882 and 1883 the following: |H. E. Paine, H. A. Willard, Matthew ‘William C. Murdock, J. R. Littell, Tal- bot Pulizzi, George Sheldon, Rose Wheeler, Araminta Brown, Anita Hen- Maud Freeman, E. B. Hay, Julia Mae McCauley, Miss Evans, G. Emery, George C. Gorham, J. K. Luttrell, Marquise de Chambrun, R. B. Mohun, A. S. Solomons, Simon Wolf and B. H. Warner, and, says the old chron- ‘perhaps one hundred others.” Darling, Tell Me With Your Eyes.” Minnfe Frye of the Thalians went out with Dion Bouclcault and she made a successful debut as Grace in “Divorce” at Daly's Theater. New York, in September, 1879. She chose as_her stage name, ‘“Margaret Lan- ner.” She was long with the stock company of the Boston Theater. She is now Mrs. Minnie F. Coleman and her home is 734 Rock Creek Church road. Her sister Katie also went on the stage and was a successful pro- fessional soubrette. John Gisbourne is dead. Israel Kimball, orie of the Tha- lians, went off with Robr=on and Crane. Cne of tha live wires of the Thalians vas Thad Sailer. Before he cume to Wash- ington he had been with an amateur association in Philadelphia called the Wheatley Dramatic Club. He was a highly efficient man in his line of dra- matic work. Dear old Thad is in the skies and if they put on plays up there he is a stage manager still. is getting too late to write much Hattie Townley, Iola Williams, Mamie Wilson, India Woltz, Herndon Morsell, Lavinia Shannon, Dr. Charles Warren, Alonzo Manning, H. F. Taylor, Emma Kauffmann, Edna Townley, Rachel Cor- delia Levy, John B. Randolph, John Tweedale, Miss M. M. Meline and 8. D. Wyeth. Of course the Rambler has missed a great many, but he will try and gather them In before he goes back to walk- ing the roads and writing romantic essays about the sweet wild roses and the fragrant trumpet flowers of the Jimpson weed that grow along the way. And, by the way, the Rambler cannot tarry too long over this reminiscent stuff about the actors of the past, be- cause he has a flock of customers who are waiting to be served with ruined houses and ancestors, and he fear that they are already becoming impa tient. The Rambler cannot afford to lose. the allegiance of any of his read ers, for this period of prosperity and normalcy is no time to be out of a job Here are two very pleasant letters which the Rambler selects from a great stack of mail (mostly bills) which Mer- ritt Chance has sent him: 1778 Lanier Place, July 11 jie member of the Club at ite disso. its swan song, 1 sted in your article lution. and a part was uatarally much in Sunday's Btar. Among the lares and penates enshrined in my attic is & program of the last performance and it may interest you that I have unearthed it. Tt resds ax follows dered to the Metropolitan R IT more, but the Rambler has before him a list of “some of Washington's old favorite actors” who belonged to the Thalia, Buckstone, Garrick and Jefferson clubs, but there is no way of telling who were Thalians, who Buckstonians, who Garrickers and who Jeffersonians. That they were all actors in one of these early Washington clubs is not to be denied. And here is the list: 8. W Keen, James F. Jovce, Edson B. Olds, J. R. Gisbourne, Waiter L. Dennis. Ralph Jefferson, W. C. Murdock, Howard S. Nyman. Charlie Mallard, Rudolph Kauff- mann, Prof. Lucien Colliere, Hattie D. McConnell, Katie Frye, Carrie Withing- ton, Carrie Bloss, Mae Cooper. Lottie Swallow. Agnes Kennedy, Lida Tullock, Jennie True, James E. Bangs, Charles H. Babbitt, A. B. Briggs. C. E. Bailey, Charles L. Hughes, Harbaugh, H. C. Nevitt. C. H. F. H. Snell, Stor C. Adams, Fannie Bennett, Mrs. J. M. Babbitt, Alice Burnett, Mrs. W. L. Bramhall, Mrs. Kate Bruce, Lotta Church, Mina Dovilliers, Mrs. Dora Du- four, Belle Elliott, Kate Goodall, Mrs. Hart, Eva Henderson, Sophia Jackson, Miranda Lucas, Helen Mcilhenny, Ada Maxon, Mrs. M. E. Norris, Mrs. A. Rutherford, Amy Phillip, Sallie Townley, ical. T I8 was' a busy club and it put 5 over plays at a great rate, amon; Benedick and Lillie Lewis. them ';ul{mg “The gMidnlxht wmch.s The Barrett Club claimed as its mas- | “Marriage a Lottery.” “London ter mechanic William A. T. Phillips; surance,” “World and Stage.” “How and as its master of properties Mornn‘she Loves Him,” “Ours,” “Secret Serv- - Sherwood. jice,” “Sweethearts and Wars,” “The * ok ok ok Swiss Cot!.lged." '&?liél ‘Waters Run Deep,” *“Comedy ol Errors.” “‘Caste” A DINGY little program lies on the|gng g Jong list of excellent plays. An- Rambler's table. It (the proram) na D. Ware, who was a clerk in the came to him through the mail from the | Jand office. was one of the stars of the most fllustrious man in town, and, of |Thallen Club, and a big benefit was course, every man who reads this thinks | §iven her at Ford's, April 10 1871, he must have sent it. On the covet is|the Irish drama e this: *“The Comus Club’s Comical Coon (1€eR” being put on. o Carnival. Annual Entertainment. Com. | Xathleen. Miss Anna Warren Story Siimentary to the Pimiico Driving Club | Was also a star of the Thalians and Dt Baitimore, Thursday evening, March | she left Washington to seek her for- 93, 1899, at the residence of Miss Allce|tune on the professional stage. She Butler, No. 307 D street northwest.” On|W¥as & talentéd woman, but she has the last page is this: passed away. “Xplanations:—Costumes furnished by | Hub Smith was a Thallan, as he everybody from everywhere, Light ef- | Was a member of other clubs. Can fects by the Washington Gas-Light|it be that there are people in Wash- Company. Dark effects by one and one- | ington who know not of Hub Smith? half hours' facial massage against the | There are. We have a new crowd charred stoppers df a case of Maerzen. here. The Rambler walked out into Chairs by the furniture man. Noise by | the city room of The Star yesterday the Metropolitan Railway Company. 1t |and, going up to the desk of one of the you like a number, praise the manager | subeditors, said: “I think I will take (everybody is his own manager), but if|a walk up around AlQaugh's Grand you cannot sit out an act, blame somé one else, who likely suggested it.’ Opera House." “Great Caesar’s ghost!" he cried, e The members of the Comus Club at | they putting up a new theater here and that time were: Willlam H. we haven't got a story! Get out on it president; Theodore Frisbus, ir., vice |right away!™ president; Miss Flora M. Gibson, secre- ‘Well, dear old Hub Smith wrote tary, and-Sherman B. Fowler, treasurer. The executive committee: George Gib- uch famous songs as “Listen to My son, chairman; Melville D. Hensey, Miss Vine Swin; Daisy Hodkinson, Miss Bateman, John A. Tale of We “Bwi In the Grape and ou Love Me, 3 2. MERICANS have been known to boast of the fact that their country has never had to call in foreign troops to fight its battles for it. However this may be, it is certainly true that the United States once in its history felt con- strained to call upon a foreigner to lead its armies in the field. This for- eigner was Garibaldi. The offer to Garibaldi to head the armies of the United States was made by President Lincoln through Secre- tary Seward in 1861, about a week after the battle .of Bull Run. The north was in a panic and Lincoln did not believe that he had a single general that he could rely upon to stop the progress of southern arms. It was not unnatural that in this dilemma he should think of Garibaldi. That Italian warrior already had a fame that was spread over the en- tire world. He had taken part in the interminable revolutions in South America and in the ill-fated attempts to drive the Austrians out\of Italy in 1849. He had fled to the United States as a political refugee in 1850 and had lived for several vears as a candlemaker on_ Staten Island. He had returned to Italy and in 1860 had electrified the world by his Sicilian expedition that brought about the freedom of Italy. He was known everywhere as a man of extraordinary military ability, who was ready to fight anywhere and any time he had a chance to help the cause of free- om. Even before Lincoln made his offer to Garibaldi the latter had been ap- proached on the subject of fighting for the north in the civil war. This was done by the American consul at Antwerp, and Garibaldi had intimated that if his king were not in need of him he would' be more than glad to fight for America, if he could be assured that the war was being fought for the liberation of the slaves. When Seward wrote to him at Lin- coln's command he offered to make him a major-general in the Union Army if he would take part in the| war, and to allow him to act inde- pendently of the commander-in-chief. Lincoln’s offer was transmitted to Garibaldi through Sandford, then United States consul at Brussels. Sandford at once set out for Italy to see Garibaldi, and since he was de- tained at Turin he sent a messenger on to ask him if he was open for the service. Garibaldi wrote back that if his king needed him in Italy he would not leave, but if not he would gladly go. Sandford heard from the king that he was not unwilling for Gari- baldl to leave, whereupon he pr v Charles A. Snow, E. M. Taber, Mrs. C. | Industrial Club Dramatic Company. 2 Dantel Mur ray, D. C. Bangs: Larry D Tim Murphs : Hon. Bruce Huufer. 0. G. tein; Clarence Hunter, C. F. Mallard: Peter Paragraph. S R. Fiynn; Seud, F. D. Maltby; Bess Starbright, OLD ACTORS OF THE THALIAN CLUB. ‘These pictures were used in The Star a number of years ago. Annie Lewis; Mother Carey, Gertle Linthall Minpie Daze,’ Florence Perry: Biddy Deaz, An nie Hertford.” The program. as a fossil, furnishes some interesting re but 1 can find no date. | but I judge it was in the autumn of 1854 { the same performance farce. adapted from ““Box and Cox.” entitled | was exec by Maitby, | Lewis. | Trusting this may be of seme interest. 1 am sincerely. FLORENCE PERRY CLARK | (Mrs. Appleton P. Clark, jr.) | Here is the other: i 1778 Lanier Place, July 26 | My Dear Rambler: E | 1f the letter mentioned in your closing pars he one 1 wrote it will be “fitten" 1o face the public. aving & son and daughter tall enough *‘1n | eat soup off of mother's head.” to use & pres ent-day phrase, 1 am “tickled pink” that 1 | should be referred to as & “girl " The eternai feminine does not vamopse with gray bairs. And again reminisciog. 1 wonder if you chanced to hear le sister, who was *“Lit tle Bessie Perry. child recitationist, who preceded Annie Lewis by a few years. Again, sincerely. FLORENCE PERRY CLARK. | (Mrs. Appleton P. Clark, Jr.) When Garibaldi Was Asked Union Forces ceeded at once to Caprera, the little island near Sardinia, where Garibaldi lived. To his dismay, Garibaldi re- fused to go to America except on two conditions, both of which Sandford knew to be impossible of acceptance. He demanded that he be made un- conditional commander-in-chief of the Union armies, freed even from the au- thority of the President, and that he be given the power to emancipate the slaves. Lincoln could not have dele- gated to any one his authority as com- mander-in-chief, even had he wanted to do so, and it was no part of his plan at that time to free the slaves Sandford tried to persuade Garibaldi to accept other terms. but in wvain: Garibaldi would fight only if he were commander and for the emancipation of the slaves. For the time being the effort had to be given up. The negotiations had been kept as secret as possible, but the news had leaked out and the newspapers in 1861 were very outspoken in their de- mands that Garibaldi be brought in |at any cost. On the other hand, the iItalians seemed dismayved at the thought of losing their old general Thousands of letters were written to him beseeching him not to throw hix life away on a foreign cause while ithe freedom of Italy was not ye! completed. In 1862 Garibald! attempted to the hand of the Italian gov. by starting a movement on The king of Italy defeated and Garibaldi was wounded tle and thrown into prison. force While he was in prison he was agaln ap- proached by the American consul =t Vienna on the subject of turning his attention to America, but Garibaldi's only reply was the observation that just then he was a prisoner. After he had been released from prison and | his wound was healing, he approached Marsh, United States minister in Italy, in regard to a command in the Union army. Marsh assured him of his de- light at the prospect and forwarded the correspondence to Seward. It was a delicate situation, inasmuch ax ! Lincoln was jssuing his emancipation proclamation and Garibaldi was will- .ing to take a subordinate command: both the former snags to his coming to America had been removed. Eut Lincoln and Seward both felt now that the cause of the Union did not need the aid of an Italian general. Native generals were being trained by sheer adversity to cope with the South. Seward’s reply, then, to Gari- baldi’s offer was a model of ambiguity that ‘would have done credit to Tally- rand himeelf. He assured him of hi= delight in hearing that the general / still. favored the Union cause and ‘hoped that his wound would soon heal.