Billboard advertising (Apr 1910)

AMERICAS IBADING AMUvSEMENT WEEKIY .. Cincinnati n7 ^.\>:- ' ,i.r^M r Mi. On Amusement Life „ . ^ and Environmeni There are so many stor«* drtftlns around the circuits regardlnff the dolncrs of the "opeo' house" managrers In the n-ater tank atop-overs In rural New Ei.trl.ind that the t>i-.nT U getting rather threadbare, but J. L<eslie Spahn, manager of the Cora Toung- blood Corson Sextette, the musical act which recently returned to civilisation from the wilds of the provinces and the still wilder' realms of northern Xew England, tells one that. is too good to pass by. To break a long Jump, the sextette filled In a date at a Hag station that. ■om thow. found ita way onto the. map of 0M attto of Jiaina. G<dnK to the auuon agent. Mr. Spahn Inqolraa flor. tto^ta^t iMUl la tlM iMtfchboriMod. •Take the stage, there." ■■■■iiffiM'nii •jiMit.:'' ' "Where Is the driver?" ■ v .-... -.r /.rr • "Be there in a mlmtte ' ^ -^ r J Hr. Spahn loadad tbo Mttotte'Biiw'^the atace and "In a minute" the station agent appeared with a mail hav ond noonted the ■ox of the stage. "Are you the driver?** asked Mr. Spahn. pleasantly. "Reckon I be." was the answer. The 'niotel" was a hig. rambUag shack, with a label designating it as the "City Hotel" stuck over the front door. Mr. Spahn and the sextette •atend. No one was in the office. ••Where is the proprietor?" shouted Mr. Spahn. to the stage driver. "Be there in a minute," again was the reply, and In the "minute" the stage driver was behind the desk and pulled the register out of the safe. "Are you the proprietor?" inquired Mr. Spahn, while resistorlns. "Reckon I be." / ■ ■; • ^ -.c-^ ' "Where U the opera honse?" ./.■^>->,:----vv\'--;'-^ "•Bout a hundred rod down thtf■teart."- • rll- .. ii": "Where wlU I find the mmmagteV ':■ F "Reckon rm him." • ■,. iMW MCtlona followed. ' : w . "Who Is the stage manager at the theatre?" asked Mr. SfMlin.' •"Most gen'silly me, and I'm the 'props,' too, I reckon: so. If you'll tell «ie what you need. I'll get It for you." . TWe carry six Mg drops, and we need t>attens for them. Six seta of iteos aad m. ja jar .og-.tMfcg,at»'«a we need with the egMjptfaa or the battens." "Thatii Miy;^ aaBovMM'^flM "props," making a aoto bi a Uttle book. "Good. Say, where U the post-office?" The landlord-manager-stage-manager-stage-driver-atatlon-agent pointed to a comer of the hotel office where, over a Uttle window, appeared the le«end. "Post 0■■ar-^i••■•-V;,<;.>.,^^:;,:cW^^^^^ . ■ v "Just golnr fe'^ea tttt'BMB. 'wiw;** hit i^oioslniL ' ^ After dinner the troupe went to the tkaatrsw There tiM post<-master- aotel-proprietor, etc. met Mr. Spahn with a vaiy-crave face. - "Do you reckon you could atage maaas* fMr your act this, aftwaooa he asked. " A h aa r BopMaa Is dead, and rva cot to aadartaka-CMr hte.r -i ^^,"1 eaa haaOi tha act-lf the >ropa ai« tflSiM?^ -wm help **WeII, there's the propo." announced the undertaker, pointing to a comer of the stage, where stood a pile of roi>es and mysterlons-looklas paper packages. ■ ■ ^ "The lines are all'lACht." aald Mr. S»aha. . ^%ilt: 'urtMtr«a ^aaiOi .k In those packacesr*'. . • '.• rr- .- : "That? ./Why; thaTa tlia.abttibii^haitlas you waaiM-to dropa with." . ^Marte v. Fltigerald. whose, first play..'Woman'and Why, saw light of miauUun .'«ta Corse Payton and Breoklya. MIIb how the glad tNUaga that MM was In the playwrigtit class were received by Bridget, the maid of all work. Ml83 Fitzgerald ■waxed enthusiastic at all times. The maid heard her ex- piBWIons of cratUMHM In stoUd si- lence. Wtaniny ihe buist out: , "Sure, Oi know 'bout thim. fool play scratchers. The nixt 'twill be Veroalea ^erald. Instid of Marie or, sure, ;:iB la Jan they apiiM«cr •• • • The postman's whistle wea hsarS. Iti lflm I told you so" look. ■ • • ■ ■ - ; \. .>•■.••:■ ■ PsMiag the mm»rt latter t» Wm WlmtnUL Oi^ mMtt -J^.m.'wfOiibi-! Oi -ahoald art OI ^T^-;. '■■■• ■'■■^r^ ■ A well-known theatrical star. long since having retired from the foot^ lights, is conducting a wet-goods emporium in New York. This personage- enjoys the reputation of being exceedingly parsimonious: in fact, his frlenda. frequently comment on his stinginess. Not long ago, he was besieged by a ntmiber of fellow 8u:tors. each with a desire to buy the former star a drink. He readily consented, and there fol- lowed a perfect deluge of drinks, un- til 'he of former fame began to see visions of his establishment becomin;: the scene of excessive hilarity. Sud- denly, rSnemberfng an important tele- gram he had to dispatch, he begged to be excused for a few minutes, and left for the nearest telegraph office. After being absent for more than an hour, his friends became apprehensive, for his return, .so they delegated two of th^ number to run over to the telegraph sflea and fii rti^^^* Stiaac^ ■■njnh, they found their partner- sitting in the irfBee, Impatiently watching the ^oek. One of the Investigators belag particularly well acquainted with the caliber of the former actor's, economy, turned to his companion, and said: "U&t:* go back. There's no use waiting for him. He's waiting for night ;i«tiiif.^a|pa;tira only Ikatf^ Herr, the hypnotist, who last season broke many records In Iowa, hap- pened to have an open date tMSnUy and.. aspMnc to make a small town. not far from Des Moines, where he was pisylnr. he had his manager writfr to the local impresario, and in reply he received the following sermon: "Dear Sir—^Tour letter lies beforo me. I mast tM you that I don't want to book any torpnotlsts—no excep- tions. Perhaps If your hypnotist had put in one-half the exertion on a. farm in the last five years that he has. on tho sisgs. bo. SBight have been worth four or Ora thousand, and also be a credit to his country and him* self. He may be worth three times that amount and. if he II, let play somewhere else. I don't want him or any one else in that line. . "Vsiy truly yoais. No explanation as to whether this dispenser of advice. In addition to. managing the theatre, is engaged in agricultural pursuits or not. accompanied the sermon and now Herr Is wonderlac If this spiritual would-he adminlela really w«am.-|l|a^^|Mh: teMs Msara moMsats or. te l|«a thsnio^ hs ~ ••Some pisople." said Ssm Bernard; to a party of friends at the Sinton Hotel. Cincinnati: ona ntihr. daHar Ma .aaBsasMBt la ttMt «llr» ."bava a. peculiar Idea of honor. ' ' ' "I was coming down from Chicago the other day and, along with flvo or six other men, was enjoying a good cigar In the smoking room of tho PuUmaa. AU of a sudden a door banged and the conductor was heard sayins: . V. •• •All tkAsts; pissaet' ' "Then one of tho men in the companm<ent leaped to his feet, sesaned the faces of the rest of us, and said, slowly and impressively: *• 'Gentlemen. I trust to your honor.' ••And he dived under the aeat and remained there, in a small, silent m "Speakinc of PhHadelphla.' "hero Is m-amA-Mmt "Being out' of hnrht aoric\ we called at a leading Philadiaplda. de- partment store to buy some a■id;''^be- Ing directed to the fourth 'flsior. ' 'Wtt asked for a box of Stein's ofliriEi-'^The obliging salestady showed us a "beau- tiful Une of beer steins which, we explained, would hardly suit our pur- pose, as we wanted to use the cork In *BMklav=^4lP>' After explaining fully ^^|hsfc^::;Sis^Jag^ apf^^^s^eait^ ..^.we remarked Adelene, of Adelene and Hall. va hiaeking was fold. *bat s«y«*' eosBpteloat* *T . .