The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 3, 1899, Page 23

THE SUNDAY CALL. #AC THEY ARE -~ Bt ol o Sl “THE AMATE [ e | v It Feels to | moved in time to the words of “‘Because 1 3 How swelled the chc with | e variations, spersed and struck A o b hut Vith the jast words - t ightened but d " spon them. Her advent was greeted with a burst of r ard the sound of the orches al- wed up In a succession of howls and hoots the like of which I never heard be- fore—and only once afterward—for my turn was yet to come. She agiually sang; or at least the optic sense tegtified to the fact that her lips 1 f r I had not learr ance well enough to do it mechan! 1 s impossible to count the steps r ca te changes in that awful bed- lam started again in a series of Im- promptu steps, the originality of which will never be questioned, but which, I fear, could not claim the most distant re- lationship to the hornpipe. I doubt not that these same steps were entirely out of time with the music which I could not hear. Then how they did hoot! They had only re and 1 had en- ed number of minutes. en thev hooted the horrible sensa. nowls 1 finally grew de- wiedge that my make- ings deep, I continued to and throughout the rest of ing four minutes or so my ide, born of the courage of have been expressed by the fe McFadden in his trio of well-k eloquent words. ey hurled queries at me. : Oh, Ada, where 4id you get the blue w tate the became an onlooker. I wit. | | determination to cribable. Under the sting and that Billy had become intoxicated; he had left his friends and gone down Market street to Third and Kearny, where he had encountered an old gentle- man who looked Invitingly ‘“easy,’ d had appropriated his wate misfortune of Billy the old gentler a policeman In disguise, and Billy been thrown Into jail Snatches of such touching ballads as “She Should Be Scolded, but Not Turned Adrift,”” and “Just a Splinter From My Sweetheart's Wooden Leg,” mingled with such banter and pleasantries as- “Say, sie, the switch you wear don't match your hair.” “Close your face, y'u, nit, you.” had kAR W seramble room 1 for parel. 1 had been ire 2 whole nail ed but little diffi- ther am: un- from a barrel in ch forethought, she had of conver: tion to he heard coms, if not edifying, were the direction of the professionals’ d ing-rooms relating a misfortune that had overtaken a friend. We'd all been cutting into th’ grape,” said he, “pretty lively, and Billy had a bun on; h ed out of th' swish and main drag to th' stem went down th two forty; spotted an old guy what locked like a jasper and pinched him for a ticker, but the guy was a bull, and he went to the bat cave.” The narrative being somewhat modified for me I gathered that the particular set of which the {llustrious Billy was a mem- ber bad been indulging liberally in wine, s i A hen the Amateurs Came On. g'war nd a fellow admonishe cut,” and w was Who are why? whenee do they »f them are shop girls and mall i me amb b u- ome from like sources r portion are “out for the dough s in it words. > are t “get a regular position” on one of these stages, and some of the youths are ob- viously there for the fun and amusemen* they find in the expericn They are not all of the class indj by the scraps of conversation quoted. A group of different type quietly discussin the subject in a corner spoke of the em- barrassment they were often subjected to by chance meetings with the rest on the street, and related bits of experience in which' they had been hailed with lusty in- quirics as to whether they were “golng to quote their own e who expect to ed e an Amateur on “Amateur WHRAT TBEY DO COME FROM What tRe Wolld-be Theatrigal Stars on” to-night would appe or as to what specialty they n. This type of experience ge of the offenders, is called rvading sentiment is that the t shall survive spirit is particularly noticeable in turmoil of the crowded dressing rooms, where ar rupted peep into the mirror is almos an Iimpossibil a premium and one under careful guard comes common property without ycess except of the unwrit law of unprovided The next night at the Ol them all. where pins are at i put a 1 found gree be an immac portion - of selves in me words “Hello, When all borate ma further to do but w ymoleted g in the ag girls p i annc Sulliva clog dancer; Isadore Isaacs begged ma p from ail who would cont to the stock of The regular programme of song. and farce was going on upstair: knew from the thumping on the stage floor above, and the distant sound of music. We were in no great nurry to ascend. and were not troubled by the length of the programme, but at last our peace was rudely broken into by the volce of the stage manager: the latter being, however, much less formidable an individual than the one who haq frightened us out of our wits the night velore. ped nimself » would not uance as we A 2 1,499 light and was dowr se who danced wer tortunate < nel ' W ame | ied upon them. f A | | “Li2Z\E WORE A NEW GOwWN | OF PINK “ISADORE 15AACS VENTURED a BRILLIANT, WAIST COATA There were a fow of t As I pas beerved three ama ' King the popular t-ast of “lHere & While T w t ' . n- ber of am y with the explanation tha were going to “make the Thalta if and howling Having gone thr the next day at 1 o'clock to ti the manager them all that o Falling 1 of now familiar faces ‘ with the rest presented n the affable manager. Having d clalty each night for two night titled to the remuneration of 3 received with no qus felt that 1 had earned it NAN BYXBEE,