Evening Star Newspaper, August 14, 1921, Page 54

rg™ Uncle & ELL, Ines” says I, after three days of job hunt- - W fng and no pay envelopes et In sight, “we may be $ut but we're not down, afe war’ “My feet hurt me” says Ines, in fhat subtls way of hers. “And that's no trifle, either,” says ¥, glancing at her 9D's. “On the toes most, ¢ht I was sure It wasn't fallen arches or I should have heard the crash. As for mé, I have blisters mainly on my disposition, with & few raw spots on my pride. Honest, Ines, I'a getting so I hardly have- nerve enough to look an office manager in the eye.” Of course, right in the middle of the dull season. I wonder if Inez's Uncle Nels figured on that when he put the skids under our Greenwich Village enterprise by buying the buflding and starting to tear it down without warn- ing. Probably hé did, for that old boy . doesn’t miss many tricks. Anywdy, we found ourselves clean overboard. Not that we just splashed wildly around and called for help. No. ‘We hadn’t made a single panicky mo- tion up to date. I had promptly taken Inez by the hand and marched her up and down Broadway and side streets with .both eyes wide open. ' We had tackled managers of restaurants, de- partment stores, hotels and beauty shops, admitting how good we could be in any line under consideration. ‘We had even tried to ease into the chorus of a new girl show and asked to be put on as extras in Long Island movie studios. But say, the demand. for a cross- mated team of classy young lady as. sistants seems to be subpormal. Some- times we couldn’'t even.get past the office boy, and our high score was when we had our names taken by private mecretaries who yawned and hung the alips on a hook. s So _here the other night when we called in Barry Platt, the demon jour- nalist, as a member of the strategy board, all I had to report was that we were up against it “New York doggn more, Barry,.mays. awiward, you knowd' * Atk Kk e tlacgd uwrt ) o need us |0ld home and the next you know he's It's @ bit |disappeared, changed his name and - faded from view. It was only by a l':mg shot, too, that we ran -across him e i “SAY, UNCLE NELS, WHO IS THIS ‘/ DISAGREFABLE BLOND PERSON WHO BOSSES YOU AROUND S0 FREE™ B L N not after the family jewels, or anything | like that. We simply -want to—" That's as far as I Kot when the door slammed. k3 pushed Into the corners, and there in the middle of the room were these three whallng big whits porcelain bathtubs, all connected with nickeled t seerm P e == s 4 g in New York. And since then IDes. & o J=® a chtertul wil. though, Barry ihe's been fitting back and forth) oo oo i »*1'-; e Dines ATHRU Inotialeas fill ot water Platt. He says “we're bound to|peichs Sur Path Hke somn mauie G Rty me watch doB | Squinty and Uncle Nels. I'll hasten to ilight. Uncle Nels has there. All he needs is a spiked collar and a license add that they were more or less clothed. Squinty had on the same white duck jacket he wore -when he greeted us 5o coldly at the door. But Uncle Nels was in easy negligee. That is, he had on his trousers and suspen- ders, but he was In his socks and had his_shirt sleeves rolled up. “What—what the deuce are they up to?" whispers Barry in my ear. “Christening, baptism or a_swim- ming lesson are my guesses,” I whis- pers back. “Let's watch. They seemed to be poking some-' thing around in the nearest tub, and very busy about it. Just what it was, though, we couldn't see, aithough I nearly got my head into the room in the attempt. Finally Squinty elbows o one side and growls Im- h! You don't fix it like atrike something soon, that business|wonder conditions will buck up in a week or 8o, | \Barry thinks he must be. and that I'm not to warry. “I don't be-| ““But where and how does he live?” lleve Uncle Nels would stand by and let |I asks. “And especially what does he you really go hungry,” he adds. oiwih alv Bix moneys Neithorodo 1o says I “ge'd sit| Barry shakes his head. down to it. He's a hard old pill, that| “I know what he's going to do with Uncle Nels person, take it from me. |part of It.” says 1. “He's due to let We've been talking him over, Inez and | go of two weeks' wages as a forfeit 1, and we're off him for life. for giving us such a swift release— But Barry shakes his head. “He has[that it, if I have any luck in_trail- ‘his good points,” he protest: ing him down. Come, now, Barry “And 1 suppose one of 'em,” Says I, | boy; you're more or less bright in the “is this passion of his for wishing reai | head. How can I get a line on him?” toll on his only niece? Cute, kindly little| Barry wrinkles his fair white brow e atamre . s where does he | ang runs his fingers through his slick “Perhaps L can throw a litle Tight on e that,” says rry. ‘‘He's told me more | .. g & or less about nimself, vou know. Has a [ avelit you ever seen one of hi lot of old-fashioned ideas, and this is © - one. You see, he always had to work h, I say,” says Barry. hat's hard as a youngster, and he believes | an idea, you know. The Park Nation- other young folks ought to do the same. And a friend of mine is a book- Girls especially. Or eise get married and | keeper down there. Chick Wales. He keep hous could look it up for me. Might know “And because Inez wouldn’t have the | without going to the books. Wonder- first bone-head tugboat captain he tows | ful memory, Chick. Maybe 1 could in,” says I, “he hands us this deal [get him on the phone now. He be- Doesn’t even give us the regulation two ' longs to a little club down town and says Barry, “his decision that we don’t get in seems to be rather says I, “I do hate to be shunted just by the hired help. Quite a substan- tial door, isn’t it? . Not even a transom. And 1 don’t suppose you have a jimmy in_your pocket; ch, Barry “Looks as if 'we'd have to quit,” says says 1. “Let's We can let | on to be waiting for the elevator if ai | one comes along. Must be rather spifty | quarters the old boy has,’ | "*I'm glad I don’t have to pay a month's rent out of a year's salary,” says Barry. Let's see, this is probably an inside rtment, opening on & big court.” Why the red light down at that end of the hall?” I asks. “Fire exit,” says Barry. “Eh?" 1" “Fire escape? hadn’t thought of that wa You don’t mean to try getting in by gasps Barry s. s R ' protests Uncle Nels. * Squinty contradicts. ‘Herring comes by Uncle Nels. . then SRatE At which Squinty reaches down and lifts out a toy boat about a foot long and proceeds to jiggle some of the machinery. Then he touches off a Say, 1 h!ty. giving match and the thing starts whirring y merrily. ee?” he demands. “Well, well! it sail. No, lemme do it." “Ah, yo says Squ him a'shove. *“Watch me. * k% x AT' which I nudges Barry. “The boys .don't get along very well, eh?* says I. “Ought to have more than one toy between 'em.” "They have.”” whispers Barry. “Look on the floor and tables.” Sure enough. on glancing around 1| could count more than a dozen model boats of all descriptions. Some were little salling yachts, some were like battleships, and others were torpedo boats or submarines. All seemed to be mechanical toys. Hence P nechs yi the three But the next thing we knew an- other squabble had started between Squinty and Uncle Nels. The old boy was insisting that it was his turn to sail the little steamer and Squinty was telling him he d!dn’t know how ! to fix it right. Uncle Nels had made a grab at the boat and almost slipped into the tub. And the whole thing was so absurd that I just had to let out that chuckle. So before I :maw it they'd both rushed over to window and discovered us. says Squinty. “That red- “You're color biind, Percey,” says ":Vn:ut:albpnnn,"t o ou, hey?" says Uncle Nels. “Tril- by May! And Mr. Platt. You come to laugh at me, do you? ““Well, you couldn’t expect us to weep over an act l'ke that, could you?" says I “My, but you were funny when you nearly got ducked. And as long as we're here. you don't mind if we come,ih, do you? Thanks. Pile in, Barry. Say, wha the idea, Uncle Nels? Did you have ‘em fix up this temporary yacht basin for N calling up memories of the old dramatic cltibs of Washimgton the Rambler is reminded that one of the unusual features of -the Thalian Club, ‘dbout which he wrote last week, was that it never soM tickets, the cost of its productions belng paid by contributing members. The names of several of the con- tributors were published last Sunday, but It seems that the whole list is not to be had. James A. Garfleld, then a member of Congress and usually spoken of as Gen. Garfleld, was one of those members. The story 1s that Gen. Garfield's little daughtér Mollie became enchanted with Katie Frye, who played frolic- some, mischlevous, - flirtatious and capriclous parts with the Thalians, and insisting on attending all the performances of the club at Ford's Opéra House, the general wrote re- questing that he be allowed to become a contributing member. That lotter is now in possession of .one who was an acting member of the club. Another of the contributing mem- bers was Jean Davenport Lander, a distinguished actress who became the wife of Gen. Lander and sur- vivéed him many years. Since the beginning of these little narratives ! the Rambler has had it in mind to write of this charming woman. He has an old photograph of her, and in his collection - of photographic negatives is one he made of her house about twenty years ago. It was a pretty frame house, always painted white, with green shutters, and stood on the south side of B street southeast between New Jersey avenue and 1st street, about half a dozen doors east of that red brick building whose big gilded sign told that it was Brock's Congressional Hotel, and which stood at the south- east corner of New Jersey avenue and B street south. The House of Representatives office building covers the site of the Lander home. Jean Davenport before her marriage to Gen. Lander had a long and meritorious stage life, ang -the Rambler, before he gathers up his old camera and other traps and takes to the road again, means. to tell you more of this good woman. She was prominent in charitable works in ‘Washington and she moved in what for lack of a more explicit word we call “society.” Another of the con- tributing members of the Thalian Club was Mrs. Lippincott, known for a long time throughout the United States as Grace Greenwood. And that might make another chapter for the Rambler. Anna W. Story, an acting member f the club, mentioned last week, after playing with the Thalians for some time, made her profeisional debut in the Ford stock company. That was about 1875, but I am not sure of the date. The following sea- son she played with the Boston Theater Stock Company and then traveled with Lawrence Barrott. She retired from the stage and took up dramatic teaching in Sargent's School of Acting in New York. It was about four years ago that she passed away. Minnie Frye, for several years one of the leading Thalians. entered the ranks of “professionals” or paid actors, as & member of Augustin Daly's stock company in New 'York. playing ingenue roles. After that she played what theatrical people call “leads” at the Boston theater. Thén she had a season on the road as lead- ing lady with the original “Kit” Car- son—F. 8. Chanfrau, father of Henry Chanfrau, who continued to tour the country in “Kit Carson” after his father's death. Minnie was next a star in Wood's Museum stock com- pany. After that she traveled in Canada, starring In “Princess bf Bag- dad,” “East Lynmne,” and 'he New Magdalen,” and was co-star with Harry Lacy in a play called “The Planter's Wife.” She married Thomas L. Coleman, a prominent Shakesjear- ean actor, in 1885, and retired from the stage In 1888. Mr. Coleman died in 1913 and Mrs. Minnie Frye “Cdle- man, as the Rambler wrote last week, lives in n. G ves In VALY o THE Rambler has been able to tain only a partial list of membership of the Thalian ‘Club, but an old Thalian has told him that the following, who were members of the club, are still among us, with excel- lent chances of long being helpful citizens of this world: John B. Ran- dolph, Herndon Morsell, Edson B. Olds, Rudoiph _Kauffmann, Minnie Frye. Rachel Cordelia Levy, Carrie Bloss and India Woltz. “The following, who were members of the old Thalian Club;» have pasged to their reward: John R. Gisbourne, Ralph Jefferson. ‘W. C. Murdock, Thad Sailor, Howard Nyman, Katie D. Frye, Lida Tullock, Agnes_Kennedy, Mrs. Jennle Bryan ob- the True, Mrs. Kate Bruce, Anna Warren ; Story, James E. Bangs, A..B. Briggs, Charles Hughes, Frank Snell, Israel Kimball and Hub T. Smith. This old Thalian told the Rambler that he does not know what has become of Lottle Swallow, Clarence Story and Charles Wimer. There is one association of Wash- ington players which the Rambler has not mentioned, and here go It was called “The Players of Colum- bian University.” They put on operas and ballets, and one of the operas was “Dorothy.” They put on that )'olls‘fh a “Should I put ‘em, out?’ urges Squinty, who's been scowling lt‘ul hostile. & you could hog the playthings, :l:‘l?l ;l)’l ks lfil].b(l!m:le N'; .’ 'ho'l-l isagreeable lond rson bosses you around 8o free' pe ho s Alex,” says Uucle Nels, ‘He was woods cook for me once, and ;"I‘l.ine Ihlflll':d him on tsha docks here T as man. ‘M‘f"!“‘_' ut he—he get “I should y he dia” I 3 *Why don’t you fire him, the:l. e Uncle Nels shakes his head. “No- ::dy knows how to fix boats,” says | «NOW 1AM OLD MAN, I-WANT TO PLAY AND—AND -¥0U LAUGH AT ME.” enerally takes dinner there. I'll ' “Tell him a long- lost niece to find Uncle Nels undt plant a loving kiss on his bald spot.’ weeks® pay that ought to'g0 with a cold chuck out, Say, thavs something I mean fo tackle him for, Barry. I wish you'd hunt him up tomorrow and mention it.” “T've already mentioned as much,’ says he, “Dbut it didn't seem to take.” *Then Il put it up to him myself,” says L “I think I could be fairly elo- quent on the subject. So if you'll just give me his new address—"" “Sory.” says Barry. “but I haven't the least 1déa where he moved to the last time. He's been calling me up at the office lately whenever he had anything to say about business affairs, and now that The Cave has been closed out I don’t know when T'll hear from him Perhaps not at all.” says L ““There's your rich re- 1ation for you, Inez! Aren't you glad we the ‘way from Duluth to hunt is leaning back placid in one of Miss Wellby's ancient front parlor arm- Chairs, chewing her gum with a stroke as “fi:&‘:r as a pump engine. ‘“He's a poo . Uncle Nels,” says she. “Hardly a close d ription,” says L *He’s a hard-boiled old sinner who plays game. * % k% OOH!" says I. “T'll bet Barry and “Why, Trilby May Dodge!” says he. I could make 'em go just as well. “"on, ‘x_n ekn:wb.‘ says L .;B.: ‘::_ll:ht Go ahead. Give him the run.” cuse of breaking an 5:| “Uncle Nels hesitated. “You—you or trespass in the first degree, or & sault and robbery. But say, when I|laugh at me” he object; “Honest we wouldn't,” says I “And et real curious I don’t stop for little things like that. You needn't mix in| 4oq let you o the salling all by yourself. It's a shame the way he this if you're chilly below the ankles, bu; };mhhe’re to fl(:‘ll on Unfilafi l:he an the front door is blockes en | bullles you, callin, ou to take a chance on thef g LEs Iamestend i E: “Yes,” says Uncle Nels, says Barry, “I can’t let|out bilue eyes llnmenl;. liis washed you do this alone. That hall windoW [ head! Say, Alex, you get out. Quick. looks as if it was open. Alex grumbled, but he changed his 2 not'only lookcdkwol. but ]|! 'Wll- coat and went, and a nice open-work iron platform| “You—you think I’ rlndn dlfactlg firol: the build! nlf“’.\;lt- man, eh’.’! says Encllammf""':'.:'&gn"n'fl side. I made the step up as grace: ¥ | his head sheepis] as could be expected in a tight skirt, | tubs. LTI and Barry followed. We took a look|' “Oh, I don't know,” Bays I. down to the little fountain and dusty | seen plutes spend their m evergreens in the court below, and|sillier things than toy boats. then glanced around at the rows of | squabs, for (Instance; ‘and windows, some lighted, but most of|flocks ' of Hmousines; owning ‘em dark, for this class of tenants|half a dosen homes. t be aren't the kind who use New York|such an expensive i1t * % * % ays Inez, as Barry starts 1 don’t go kiss- “LJUH! for the phone. in’ him, never.” “Mere figure of speech, Inez” says 1 “Anyway, why be particular wh you tell a bank clerk. He wouldn't believe you unless it was certl‘l_led. And if I can locate Uncle Nels——' “I no care where he is,” breaks in Inez. “Yes, I get you,” says L “But I do—about fifty dollars’ worth. And here’s Barry with news. I can see it in his eye." Sure enough, he had the street and number. “Didn’t I tell you Chick had a great memory?’ says he. “He re- e-':led lth change of address. But Keeps track of | What now?" “A _1ittle sleuthing party, Barry, ¢ let us get any lne on MM |says 1. “Waat.to bé counted in?" "_ hy, yes,” says he. “Inez going, too?” “No, T hardly think she’d be much help,” says I. “Besides. she's not on good terms with her feet. Suppose we make it a twosome.” Which we did, and half an hour “T've oney on Chorus don’ buying : he fancles himself as a ‘What about it, Barry?" e ALy T Ay to a leep aftairs to himseif. * % % ¥ Sumow that got me propping my chin. It's a pose I do very well, Just .like. the lovely young ladies on magusine covers when the artist ‘wants ’em_to register day dreams or girlish fancies. Only with me it In- dicates that I'm Indulging ‘in deep thought, such as whether I'd better try altering the skirt of my street suit or blow myself fo a new outfit. But this time it had to do with Uncle 8. “Do you know, Barry,” says I, “I'm getting curious about the old bird. Come to think him over, he has a lot of odd ways about him. Let's see, Ines, he must e started about on a level with the rest of your folks, didn’t he? Wasn't rich rwhon you us, buf Maybe as a summer resort. . Anyway, nobody [‘something you're crazy about—' seemed to be peeking out at us. “I. yust like to do it, that's all’ “Here are his windows, at the left,”| he. breaks in. “When I was a boy v whispers Barry. “Lighted up, too. But [—Well, you don’t understan later we were interviewing a fuziy-|the shade is pulled down.” “Go on,” I urges. * hear it haired West Indlan elevator juggler Nk &nd maybé I will. in the marble-tiled. lobby of a big He doesn't seem to know whether new Madison avenue apartment house. I FELT my way along until I was|to spill anything more or not. Sort No, he didn’t know whether Mr. Nel-[ L yu "0 utaige the firat window. “No|Oof 8 pathetic old party he seemed, son Swasey was in or out. We could S = agw. standing there with his chin_ down put in a call at the phone desk. screen,” says I. "Now let's ses~hoW |gand * his shoulders , glan _“Oh, but we want to surprise dear | gently I can run up that shade.” wistful d half -mls from Bafrry Uncle- Nels,” says L _*Just shoot us Up,; ~ «op, T gay!” comes from Barr: to me. Of course, in his woolen socks Percey, that's a good fellow. " He isn't much on. taki & and baggy trousers, and with that tin “Sure!” says Percey, swapping a grin | - Fe oWt TUCH on HCNE B EHERCe: | toy in his hands, he was absurd. But for” my smile. “Ninth floor, | HE'8 been brouEn D do what comes | L couldn’t help feeling a little sorry e ; expect. But I'm apt to do what comes | or pim. Perhaps 1 gave him an en- But when we pushed the button at|into my head first and think it over|;ouraging smile No. 3 the door Is opened only|afterwards. I slipped my hand over| “ugyreil,” he says, “when I'm a a crack by a stocky, red- young | the sill, got a firm grip on the cord, |y gen't'play at all. Never. Bav 1y gent with a blond gompldnnr and a|and eased up the shade. Sweden, you know. All the time -u-'e‘lrc'::u. squint in his stupld eyes. And at that, what I saw néarly|work. In fish packery when I am t you want?” he demands. made me let it g0 on the run. You'd|only nine. Then I to mend ness. ve ‘elyé years I am sent.out in fish ‘We woyld like to call on Mr. " says ‘6. g0 at night—row on oars in a million years. Three | g; It wasn't a regular bath-| hoat. . bail Wa first heard of him, was he room, either. Too_ big for that. And ull In_h o “No,” says Ines. “Poor lik us.” otherwise furnished like ‘a parlor; | ter and nhm';nar. Na‘::l’m:’.lnn.o ;v!ll.; U "And then, as I understand, um guard, | three or four stuffed chairs and a desp | So I run off to United States. I work *he got in on some fat st e jvince him a bit. nport covered with linen slips, & |in fln ‘woods—lumbér 1. sav tracts — state mufim ‘Qfr. Swasey. got old friends,” says table of two, and s baby | money. %l‘t in busi: m{um he y.' 3 2Ve 6 luel ‘They eay I get cleaned up a wad. After wh cosse e grand piano. ~ |T havi to be a regular visitor at the I “We're! But most of the furniture had been rich. So I quit. Now I am old man s 1l show several times and the Rambler finds accounts in The Star of two pres- entations of it at the 'National The- ater, February 26 and March 1, 1895. On those. occasio the Players of Columbian Unive! y played, sang and danced for the benefit of the ‘Homeopathic Hospital. The Star in heralding the approach of the second heralding Ane A e 1 want to play and—and you laugh at by 7 * X % ¥ THA'I’! all there was to it, but honest, it got me gulpy in the For a minute all I could do guwp at him. patted him throat. was to stand there and Then I wnlll(;d over an he shoulder. o““l‘(o.‘ Uncle Neis,” says I. “Not since that first chuckle, when 1 didn't understand. But I get you now. And I'm not laughing. fact, I never felt less like it for this boat stuff, want to see how they we, Barry?’ “of course,” says Barry. i o ’ , Uncle o yml-.y' he. “But you—you says I. and I 1 work, don't hat's my front name, Let's start w! The battleship, eh Say, you should ha to it. Like a kid Christmas gifts. Inside of half an hour we had all three tubs full of the tin boats chugging _around, bumping into each other, and churn- up the water. We had rates and naval battles. And at times all jhree of us would be squatting on thell tinkering the engine of some to. steamer that had gone balky. ‘Uncle Nels got as excited as if he was maneuvering _the Atlantlc squadron. His mild old eyes beamed and now and then he'd let out a shrill, DIDINE | tales on the Stiakespeare Club. The laugh. It was some party. N “] buy new ones tomorrow." he s as we Btart t|n leave. “Mayke ou—you tome again.” i "Alzolutoly." says 1. “We'll bring Inez next time.” “She—she wouldn't laugh?”’ he ask “If she ‘does we'll push nar into one of the tubs,” says I “She'd mak some. splash, wouldn't she?” ‘And_ Uncle Nels actually indulges in a gissle. . It . wasn't untll I was nearly home that I remembered what I'd gone t0 [have forgot .the name. .of. hunt up-Uncle Nels for. “What do you think, L . “With all tha opening I had 1 never peeped abolit that firty.” 1. .shouldn’t _ worry _about.. that, Piilby May,” says he. y [ t. with the start you've Nels he' ing to shed fifties . fréely. e Sl "ReF tincle ) suggest o, 3 tral have to tubs.” rej Barry?” says knpow I Haven't 5 on'| 1 st fenc the bu! nast to heif Fhes y b 0% -y'l.“cng?t‘r more i Jels Gets His Turn Bv SEWELL ForD|THE RAMBLER FINDS MORE OLD PROGRAMS | |OF SHAKESPEARE CLUB ENTERTAINMENTS i EING Further Stories of Amateur The- atricals of Days Gone By at the Shakespeare Bigfl:ély Banquets—More About the Thalians and the Columbian Uni- versity Actors—Contributions Given for Pre- formances, as All Seats Were Free—President Garfield's Interest. A Glimpse performance £aid: “The experience of one performance has brought to light a vast deal of valuable materfal which before lay undiscovered, and it has also afforded an opportunity for the correction of such small defects as were then occasioned by the shortness of, the time in preparation. The chorus is materially strengthened and enlarged. There are several tions in the ballet and the cast, though unavoidably changed, prom- ises to make the second performance of ‘Dorothy’ eclipse the firs; In the ballet were many Washing- ton boys. Harry Sheridan was down on the bill as the “premiere danseuse, and the ballet were Beverly Kennon Peter, Albert Clemmons, Edward Arlington _Pittis, Rudolph Baldwin Sehwickardi, John Joy Edson, jr.. Al- lent Ogilvie Clephane. Albert Thorpe Ryan, Allen Diehl Albert, jr.. Charles Kirby King, Francie Mohun Phelps, Harry Norment Robinson, Maurice Joseph Sioussa, James Alfred Tanner, Robert Wharton Test, Frank Lee Bis- coe, Joseph Saxton Pendleton, Carl C. Clemmons, Paul Warrington Evans, Charles James. Donald McDonald, ‘Wilifam Knight Ward and James Wil- liam White. The names of the prin- cipals and the chorus were J. Tavior ‘ronin, Hazen Bond, LeRoy Gough, William Archibald Secor, W. H. Hi ris, Oliver C. Hine, Will H. F. Milton Supplee, William ley, John Joy Edson, jr., Dr. lis Pomeroy. O. E. Bailey. Sames, J. A. Hendley, Mills Thompson. C. K, Felton, P. Weisner, A. R. Rob- inson, W. G. Woodford,” E. Kumble, Edwin R. Connor. Robert Smart, Wil- llam Mitchell, G. 1. Raybold, J. W. White, E. M. . F. Concklin W. L. Wilson, P. W. Evans, A. A. Rit. tenour, C. F. Wilson, R. B. Hayes, Harry, Ellis, Paul Graham, Thomas CLARENCE B. RHEEM. Dowling, jr., G. B. Heinicke, R. H. C. Kelton, Allan,Houghton, Herbert Mc- ith one of the big ones |Namee, Paul Grove, Robert Harlan, Faber Stevenson, George Daggett, have seen him go | Eppa Coumbe, George L. Strong, Fred exhibiting his|Cappley, T. T. Doman, A. B. Seibold, Kyselka, Scott Ingram, L. C. Brown; L. C. Weaver, J. J. Lund, F. Doyle, W. 8. Catlett, A. H. Gile ~L. Clapp, ‘'W. J. Lembkey, H. A. jelhausen. W. W. Grier, E. E. Davi laxd McCauley, A. B. Dent, H. W. oor | Saxton, E: F. Yount, W. L. Farnham, y | F. ¥. Hicks and Edward Asmussen. * ok k% BELIEVE that last week the Ram- bler said that he would tell some Rambler makes so many promises as to what he lfi"nfl! to write about that I often .find great difficulty in keeping up with him and getting him out of scrapes, and at the same time attend to my regular job. Sometimes the Rambler comes to me in my busi est moments when I am turning out © | matter wherewith to get money with soften the. hard stare of the and says: “You know, bo, I promised to gi this week about which to land] ive ‘em a good some subject that And “You anclent fossil, don’t you '1" any facts to. put nd then he turns "Well, go ahead 'em.. about the wfllfl 8 in_ that story to me agd uy‘ write it. . Tel _that are by_the’ roads 9[ke Turas o “At g point whers & £\t 1adibs, gentieimen and readers of the Rambler, I have on this occasion FRANK BANGS IN COSTUME, addi-| tory | P& 1 some facts Club where bler's p he Shakespeare the Shakespeare to keep the Ram- . “lub was organ- ized in 1869. It may have had more than two presidents, but 1 never heard of them. One was Ed. Hay and the other Job Barnard, a (spelled with two “m’s” and an ‘was a collation, The histrionic part was more than Shakespearean, and there was recits %on, music, vocal and instrumental. Hardly any one talented but contrib- uted “sometime.” Among the steady and persistent actors in this dear old | society were Mrs. Gay Robertson, Warren S. Young, John Tweedale, | Fred. Siddons, Will Conley, Jjesse H. Whitaker, Dr. Thom: ~ Jones, Travis Cocker, Anna Cocker (Mrs. William ~ B. Bagman), Miss Anita Shade and Miss Marguerita Spalding (Mrs. Marguerita Spalding-Gerry Some thoughtful friend of the Ram- bler has sent him a little program jwhich the years have made dingy. On the cover of the program is thi “Shakespeare Club _entertained in honor of Shakespeare's Birthday, Sat- at the residence illyer, 2121 Massa- On the two inside the program are many iar “literary and musical selec- " and familiar names of people. 1 would like to show you this Jittle ! program, but how can it be done? There are so many of you, and you are scattered all about the city and| forty-eight states! But I will teill j¥ou what is in, or on. this bill. it} & “Overture, ‘Barber of Seville,’ | Miss Leavitt, Messrs. Stone and Szemelenyi; recitation, ‘The Seven Ages of Man’' Mr. John Tweedale; aria from ‘Semiramide, Miss Kitty Slosson; grave-digging scene from ‘Hamlet'—Hamlet, Mr. E. C. Townsend: first grave digger, Mr. J. B. Phil second grave digger, Mr. Talbot Pu- lizzi; Horatlo, Mr. Fred Queen.” After alas poor Yorick’s skull had been disposed of and Hamlet had got- ten the soliloquy out of his system there came a violin solo by Miss Lil- lian Parslow. Next we had the court- ship scene from “Henry V, George Erdman as King Harr: Richards as Queen Kate, and Amy Leavitt as Alice. Janet talked then just as well as she does now, and just as much, and Amy played the role of Alice as beautifully as she played the piano, which is saying some! After the courtship, Miss Kate Scott and Miss_Eulalie Domer sang “Song_of the Birds,” and the birds couldn't have done it any better! Then we had a scene from the ming of the Shrew,” with Ed. Hay as Petruchio, Rosa Poesche as Kate, W. A. Doyle as Grumio, and A. L. Ogle as Tailor. Miss Kate Scott sang the page's song from the “Huguenots” (we had real music in those far-gone days) and Mr. Sgemelenyl (printer. be careful with that name) played selections from Godard's “Concerto Roman- tique.” A male quartette sang a glee from “A Winter's Tale,” the glee having been “composed for the occasion” by Mrs. M. S. Hopkins. The quartette were E. B. Hay, W. H. Daniel, C. C. Lefler and E. J. Whipple. The next part of the show was called “Shake- spearean Hall of Statuary.” and as statues Dr. E. R. Rust and Miss Clapp represented Troilus and Cressida. Charles Murphy and Miss L. G. Grigsby represented Lear and Cor- delia, the little princes In the tower were done by Master Arthur Pilling and Master Vivian Burnett, E. C. Townsend stood for Hamlet, Kitty Slosson dld Ophelia, and Miss Rhodes osed as Joan of Arc. And then re- reshments! * * x HE Rambler has In his pocket sev- eral clipbings concerning the Shakespeare Club. He says that he has these clippings In his pocket, because he feels that you have tired of having him write “There lies b side the Rambler a faded program. One of these clippings shows that the Shakespeare Club was entertained Saturday evening (the year is of no consequence) by Mr. and Mrs. Lorin M. Saunders at their home on Wash- ington Heights. Mrs. Northrup played the piano, Guy Collinsc recited “I1 Tro- vatore”; Anita Shade, Amy Leavitt and ‘Will Conley d!d a scene from the Merchant of Venice; Will Conley sang ut the Cat Came Back” and “Huc- kleberry Doo”; Talbot Pulizzi reciteg one of those sweet things from Claude Melnotte, and very likely it was “Nay. dearest, nay; if thou wouldst have me int the home to which, could love fulfill its pi thee, listen”; Ralph J. “The Chinese Question”; Ed Hay sang, r. Watkins' Evening Party.” John Tweedale recited “On the Road to Mandalay,” Amy Leavitt read “The Business Meet of the Rosedale Sewing Soclety. H. H. Gilfrey de- llvered “King Henry VI on the Bat- tiefleld,” Anna White recited ‘‘The Singing Leaves,” and “among those ‘present were” Mrs. James O. Cle- phane, Mrs, B. H. Warnér, Miss War- | Bro! ner, Mr. and Mrs. A. A. Birney, Miss Julia Mrs. Fri Seamen, Mr. and 8. ed H T'H Pilling, Mr. and Mre. Charles H. Dav- idge, Dr. and Mrs. ¥. L. Freeman Mr. and Mrs. George A. Myers, Mrs, Hepperton. Miss Saxton, Mr. and Mrs Allen E. Clark, Mr. and Mrs. Thorn- ton Carusi, Mre. J. H. Whitaker. Mr. and Mrs. George Truesdell, Mrs. Ralph Jefferson, Mre. C. Eright Case, Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Eabbitt. “and many others.” Reads like old-time Wash- ington, doesn’t it? The Shakespearc —that is, twice—at Club used te than once or home, 1008 That fine old red brick house with its green yard: Real estate agents—beg your pardon, realtors—would now call that green front vard a “spacious lawn.” What memories come to me! That was be- meet fore Fannie May and Merriam got married. There lies beside the Rambler— again—an ancient bill of fare, called menu. On the er is this: “186%- 1902, Anniversary celebration of the birth of William Shakespeare, by the Shakespeare Club, Saturday evening. April 19, 1902, at ¥reund's.” Inside quet and some of the items are: dmss unless ericles ) sauce, potato Broiled shad, butter oquettes. hes have lesn pates, and dainty bits but bank-rout quite the ove's Labour Lost.) a la Freund me round, (Troilus and Crossids. ) Creamed chicken croquettes, French green peas. I mell it, upon my life it will do well (Henry IV.) Tenderloin of beef, mushrooms, as- paragus Ha! Ix it come to this? (King 1 chicken. oliv homey. and iegs of sweetness. win mich Mayon They surfeited To loathe the ta More than little (Henry 1V.) Fresh strawberric much, fancy small 5 thou art all My Kindness froezes Tutti frutti ice c ard 111.) m, French cof- h ro! stufr'd These pipes and these converances of onr blood With wine and feeding. we have suppler souls Than in our pricst $ike fasts. {(Coriolanus.) On_the back of the menu card which lies beside the Rambler | read as fol- Tows Officers: :Edwin . Hay, president; Mrs. Anna T. M . vice president: Miss Luella Cooke, secretary; Milo © Summers, treasurer. Executive committee: Mrs. Louise B. Jones, chairman: Miss Luella Cooke. secretary: Major John Twee- dale, Dr. T. J. Jones, Henry H. Gilfry. Restoring Brumidi Works. to Edward Simmons distinguished as depic the nine muses in paneis. He work with George Maynard on the large dancing figures in eight large red panels around the main stairway. and on Maynard's pavilion representing the sciences and arts. He worked or the House and Senate reading rooms and worked up in the great dome with Edwin Blashficld. 1t was while working in the Con- gressional Library that Moberly was introduced to the widow of Brumidi who was then Mrs Kirkwood and living_ at the Willows. She had been Brumidi's model throughout his work in the Capitol. and €o had an opportunity to observe closels methods, Through questio Mr. Moberly was abie to I he had been unable to fi books—what is £en a lost art— sistant corridor, 4 in many supposed It not says, and he is goine Under the $5.000 appropriat gress has made to begin the decoration of the House end * x % x E greatest disappointment of his life was when he learned that a large quantity of lime which he had buried years ago on the old home prop- erty in Frederick, against the day when he would need it for lime fresco work on {the Capitol walls, had been used by the { neighbors Kk whitewash their ba 10 and pig sties. For fences, chicken €00] a quarter of a century he has been hunting—and_ is still hunting in Washington for a treasure store of lime which he is sure must have buried ears-cured the artist Brumidi He wants this lime to continue Brumi- di buried he intends to build a vat of lime fresco from Brumidi's widow He brought a little of the lime with him from Fre and if he cannot f did buried he intends to build a vat in the basement of the Capitol and cure some more lime. Another interesting thing that Mo- berly learned from Brumidi's widow is that when he submitted his original design for the historical frieze or belt-course in the rotunda. which was unfinished at his death, Brumidi painted it on a band of silk for sub- mittal to the library committee. This was approved, and the original design on silk was secreted in a safe de- posit vault in some Washington ban For twenty-five years Moberly has also been conducting a quiet search for that wonderful original design which should be used to complete the frieze o great artist ever had a more devoted disciple than Moberly has been of Brumidi. Brumidi was paint- ing his wonderful canopy in the ro tunda of the Capitol when Moberly was bor: It is with sentiments of reverence, and with his keenest artistic feeling Stirred to their depths that he has undertaken the trust of restoring Brumidi's first and best picture in the Capitol—"Cincinnatus at the Plow. This is a lunette in the com- mittee room mnow occupied by the House committee on post office and post roads. A fire recently in this room burned the side walls. The heat was 8o Intense that it drew the plaster from the walls Mr. Mo- berly has already restored much of the original decorations. He considers the work done by Brumidi in this room the best of all he did in the Capitol. It is not his largest work but it wae done with especial care and studs * x % % THE restoration ©of this master- piece is not only & labor of love, done with his most careful tech- nique, but is also a work of sentiment with Moberly. He is using upon it The set of pig bristle brushes with which Brumidi was working when he died. These were Presented to him by Brumidi's widow and are being used forty-one years sfter his death to preserve his work for posterity. Mr. Moberly points out that there are three disjinct me of paint- ing representéd in that:sample room. The first and most impértant is lime fresco, th nd s mural painting in pil and the third distemper paint- ing. He calls attention to the fact that Brumidi painted .frames in gold loaf around the four lime frescoes in_the ceiling to demonstrate the practicability of painting in gold on lime. * Among e ‘of the other impor. tant work the master, Brumidl which has n ‘Gl" by Mober- 1y are the President’s room, the pic- ture In the celling of the office of sergeant-at-arms of the Senate and the Senate .mmrmwm committee room. fl!lieb restored t} s damag: y the bomb expl ma reulpllzl.vnm: v“!: the Benate 3 e early daye ‘war. Whe: Congress ext, he will finish the large d 3 i the Holise chamber. < % Besides ti ‘hb1 of love that Mr. Moberly has _beefi performing for more than t ty-five years'in the Capitol building, refusingimany en- ticing offers of outside (loymenl through devotion to his ideal Mr. Moberly has dgne some special com- missions that hdve attracted much at- tention. One of these jobs was at the solicitation of the late Representative ‘Walter P. Brownlow, of Tennessee. He decorated a conference chamber Home at Johnson presentative: the home a couple of months later, after having served for fourteen years in Congress.