The evening world. Newspaper, March 4, 1905, Page 9

t | Da \ \ * ghe sald, turning er UEFIFREYS wt UW AM STERDAIL SASATRE ‘our Young Author of “Richter’ $s Wife" Greatly | Encouraged by the Reception Given Her , Play—Describes. Her Press ® Noticés* as “Just Dandy,” and Feels Grateful to the Critics—She’s Not Morbid, but She Can't Be Funny—-Contemplates Trying Her Hand at “Polite Melodrama.” 1X different stage hands ha@ {gnomintouely failed to crowd as many » ‘pieces of “scenery” on me and Into me, When a pleasant-faced little “Woman who looked young enough 10 be her own daughter emerged apfP OM the disorderly wilderness and smilingly assured me: - The children will be here in a minute,” Twas mentally cataloguing Miss Julie Herne as a child playwright and Mics Chrystal Herne asa child actress, when Mra, Herne added: {1 know it must sound silly of me to speak of the girls'aa ‘children,’ but they, haye always been children in my eyes and? always will be, I suppose, It's not easy for a mother to chango her point! of view, you know.” ‘The “ciildren” arrived on the minute, and I followed throe varieties of | ‘ ‘WITH Lf, SOLE Guz SEEMED | &HE PLADZSON @) SQUARE THEATRE ! tor Julle-had been writing things from the time she was a little child! But when I réad the play I was so surprised that I almost Jumped out of the window.” Once again Mra, Herne struck her youngsat as funny, “And that play,” went on Mrs, Herne, “is the play, word tor wer that you sav on Monday &fternoon.” “Yes,” mused the author, “one of the things sald about it that struck me was that it had not been re-written, That was so deadly true, 1 real- ized there was o great deal wrong with it, but I couldn't change It. 1 wa» compelled to stand-or fall by. it,’ ; ‘ “While I,” ‘added’ the amiable younger sister, “prepared for tho Workt by TRADE to drown my woes in vaudeville,” a s a ad o LTHOUGH the latest recruit to the army of dramatists seemed sad even when she amiled, Miss Herne solemnly assured me that she wasn't morbid, “No,” sho sald, actually laughing, ‘my play isn’t intentionally morbid, T only wish that I might have made it brighter. But it’s impossible for me to make peoplo laugh, elther acting or writing, But I'm not morbid, really I'm not.” ‘Tne young woman also declared she was not sufferiig from an attack of Ibseniam when she wrote “Richter's Wife,” though she did confess that she started.on her play right after reading ‘‘The Doll’s House” and “When We Dead Awaken,” “But,” she added in defense, “I have read more of Shaw than of Ibsen, To tell the truth, I don't enjoy reading plays.” “Yet I-found her reading a Shakespearian play one day when she was only nine.” put in Mrs, Herne. “To appreciate a play, I must see it acted,” went on the daughter. “Hedda Gabler’ meant but little to me until I saw it illuminated by Mr, Fiske’s brilljant acting, and I was astonished to see how well ‘You Never Can Tell’ actet, “Woufd you rather act than write plays?” a talent up winding stairs to a Manhattan Theatre dressing-room with a tropi-' cal climate and a fine crop of feminine apparel, They. marched in single file, | the absorbed auithoress leading the way, the stately actress towering behind hher,'and the practical stage manager busily bringing up the rear, Twas appalled’ at the prospect of Miss Herne being “mothered” and “sisteved" through the interview, but there was something so genuine in tho Herpig’ nospigaiity that I soon found myself onjoying tho family affair, Mra. Herne was a wonderful help, just as ghe must be to the “children,” wo a Cd wa a ad DDLY enough, the interesting young author of “Richter’s Wife” was i the most reticent, She was almost shy, As all, good: “children” ehiquld, she spoke only when’ spoken to. At other times she leaned her elbowe.on her knees and her ohin in her hands and seemed lost in re- , flection, More; than once I would have given 9 penny for her. thoughes, Beveral' times, {n tact, I would haye given more than the proverblal thirty cents,’ 1 roused hor with a query had to the purpose of her fearless four-act production, “It wasto find: out what I had done, to get an idea of what I might be able todo/" bald Miss Herne, opening a pair of large, blue, thoughtful eyes, “And the fesult ?”* “lt has been most encouraging, Every one has been perfectly lovely to me,” “That includes the critics?” “Yes, indeed; the notices were just dandy!” (The girlish ingenuousness of “just dandy!’ was delightful.) “After wo decided to put on the play I lay awake ati night imagining what the critics would say, I expected an awful roasting. What they did sny was so very much kinder than what I conjured up during those sleepless nights that I should like to thank every one of them personally, I knew that the play wasn't ona that would draw, But T hoped that it might commend Itself as having some merit, and what thas been said of it has given me courage to try to do something more and something better, The experiment has turned out better than I dared dream, You can't judge of a play's value by leaving it locked up in your desk, ‘The public is the only {1ldge that can docide that. "So I decided to bring mine out and submit !t to the test, I'm only sorry that I didn’t write a better play,” “I'm not,” interjected the mother, “If you had, {t would have killed you.” Cad a wv oy w ] M 188 CHRYSTAL, who appears to have inherited her famous father's sense of humor, laughed merrily at this tragic view, and exclaimed, “Oh, mamma!" “yes, it would,” Insisted Mra, Herne; with grim conviction, jad done’more than ste has done, it would haye Killed her, Only think,’ to me, “Julle wrote that play in ton days, It was while I and the children were {n town, They mot me at tho ferry, and Chrystal orlet; was dn the country oO “1 should like to do both, | “It she| "| “That one sketch,” explained Miss Herne, “brought me several’ re- ZviN WHIN aD ‘ Srnib rng : ‘Burrs THEATRD hat i Wad 1a sure to say of her play, no matter how strong {t may be, that it hes ‘the fentnine touch,’ * an a o a Cd a od 18% HERNE hesltated when asked what kind of play she ass ike to write, : “Td Uke, to write’——' and there #he stopped, “Out with {t, Julie,” commanded her mother. “Tell exactly what you have told ys,” "Yes, do,” coaxed Mira Chryatat, “Well,” responded Miss Herne, capitulating, with a aoe amile, “1 FOUR HURT IN AUTO SMASH Chauffeur east Whd His Em; ployer’s $10,000 Auto and 4 Took Out Friends—Car Struck}: ‘| all w plotty’ play, one with @ jiroad, can plote;. Ever since I read Fran! tb to diamatize ft, It 19 @ tremendons (ory, But one can't drt I'm. oure Jt) T made: the ‘ettempt tt ve another ‘Fast Mall’ or something equally that wouldn't be ‘polite melodraia,’ ‘would, tt! ence to understand, ‘That me. 1 fo0l, for one thing, that the snitlenee a at ade’ Richter.and. Helen have loved each other from, the wi “That ne ue bagi ehiroed the Mi Shey ay 4 “No, ” Tau canta: fe tty but arabes aay that ! a Hid ae fn ea & oder 2 Boston aa, Bre Great ta Robbery, by Viinaray PASTOR'S Byishits mies Sita ' Maohine and Overturned It, | AL re Gantry Pant WWal-PaporCo 91.98 So, Sth St, B'klyn, fear Williamsbure Bridge Bntrance, Hee eae a ene ememmaaell Ae a MD say." John Higgins, chauffeur for Bdward Wasserman, of No. 42 Broadway, with: two men and.two women friends, nar rowly escaped death In tho broker's $10,000 automobile at 1 d'clock last night, when, struck by a car, the ma- AMUSEMENTS, chine was crushed between the car and h an 'L” pillat, ,The tonneau Wie ae HUBER'S ih MUSEUM closed, pining {n the four: compan one.) 4d of the chauffeur 0 they had to ba) Ss ‘Sar ONE WEBK ONLY f cliopped out, H Gasnir, French Abit 7 Lust Appearance He They were May Dolson, of* No, 2a Eighth avenue; Marcella Spaine, of No, % Broad street; M, H, Hughes, of No, %2 West Fitty-fourth street, and James W, Fee, of No. 203 West Fifty-sixth atfeet, The machine was wrecked, Higgins had parole ion from his em- ployer to friends out for a ride. At One Srumdred aud Thirty-Afth stroet and Blghth avenue the chauffour ren the maching across the avenue and hod all but cleared the southbound tracks when the collision occurred, The crash and the screams of the women attracted a crowd, Higgins had escaped Injury, His four friends were! prisoners under the wreck. ‘The crowds | shouted to the motorman to back his aye.8.15, Mat Bat? #500, AMERIOANSY oe Bund, Nis! Next Wi BW i ‘Phoatre 424 a! | Biway & 8th I love to act, but I pelleve it is easier to ‘become a playwright than an actress, I mean by that there are go many | sses—the stage is overrun with them—and there are so few play- wrights. The demand for plays is much greater than the demand for ao- | tresses. ‘This was illustrated when I wrote a little sketch called ‘Between | the Acts,’ which Chrystal gave at Keith's,” | “And in which I am now golng to take my second plunge Into vaude~ ville, unless my present attempt to be an emotional actress ends in nervous pfostration,” Interpolated the merry Miss Chrystal, actr ‘ qnests for others, ehowlng that vaudeville is as badly off for dramatic ma- T came in to give tne) terial ah the legitimate stage” | “Will you endeavor to.write plays similar to your father's?” and as he did #0 the roof of the Theatre, u. nlzht lautomoblie fell In on. the tmprleoned | BELASCO Fie pai! #3 faut, Men with axes cleared away the th the wreckage, LESLIE CARTER The The men c SpUnL Vartetle | AMUSEMENTS. heats CM URETY ae ba vei jACAD iirhaaa eerie . A tahd at a Ay nie ora V! A WEN TUE! SiHLA in David Bel | GARD: .. ‘ATLANTIC fame, Bits) | 3 the Gods JOE WEBER'S ch i Ree fi | Hlmmledy-k He /aontaat MRS a” BIIOUS | WARFIELD Mido |MOTOR-BOAT. and i ieee SHOW, ot we tits HARLEM (May Trewin ute ae i Meera SUND, NIGHT—-GRAND CONCERT Nat w'k, Lulu Glaser tn. '"A Madonp bal Sy Les LAST FOUR WEaKS "W AMSTERDAM, f tase rine’ aotient. i, OUNTY SRA ict | SS Dewey ja FISKE | Leah Kleschna Maits. To- aay DAVID De a Musto’ af Sirk 4 Stik ee NXtWh.Patrlog, Del ven £m F =| MURRAY | gimsisnss HIT. ith | ‘aRoaDWit Theatre, . Alen ‘PROCT' ORS «J FOUR” girla a bisthday dinner, Duchers DU BARW v. Prion, 98, pointy 10 & roll that Julje carried in hor hand, ‘Just: think, mamma, Julie “N-no,”eald Misa. Herne slowly, ‘A woman can't dd.a man's work a, ie Oy ist Whe Mon tteit’a four-act play!’ I didn’t think mach about it at the moment, |, when i ‘comes to writing o play, She°hasp’t the aqme chance, Some one ka: Gllanerottis, aie ria | Uilttering UnKVE Piptomac ow 4 0H Bion, Yat a Vath bit