Show World (July 1909)

24 THE SHOW WORLD July 3, 1909. NELLIE REVELL’S GABA- LOGUES. By Nellie Revell. Dear Bunch: If ever I get back to Puget Sound, or any other of those delightful cli¬ mates where we wear wraps every evening and I meet some “while- I’m - waiting- 1’11- sing - a - song-act¬ or,” and he starts raving about the only town,' I’ll throw him in the bay. Everybody is sizzling here, and no one in town who talks my language. Before I arrived here I wired “To office main squeeze of big feed pile for a pad and a splash.” They couldn’t make out what I meant, neither could any "other member of the dope drove (press agents) here. Now, any office boy west of the Alleghany would have known what I meant—’phone the manager of some good hotel to re¬ serve a room and bath, then when I did get here I got in a hotel that is so conservative that anyone has to have their mother, their agent and a board of health certificate with them before they can get the clerk to even send a card up to a lady. I was getting on the elevator the other day and met Jack and May Fen- nessy. I hadn’t seen them since the day they were married. It was rain¬ ing that day, and Jack was holding an umbrella over May from the carriage to the church and in the excitement Jack forgot to close the umbrella, and threw us all into convulsions by walk¬ ing up the church aisle with an um¬ brella raised over them. Jack says Broadway is nothing like as nice as State street. I’ll tell you one of the biggest sur¬ prises I’ve had since I’ve been here was when walking alone with Potter & Hartwell last Saturday night on Broadway near Forty-second street. I saw a lot of big side show paintings out in front of a store announcing Millie Christine, the two-headed woman, was on exhibition inside; ad¬ mission, ten cents; and a spieler out inrfront barking. Right near the en¬ trance could be seen a lemonade stand with red lemonade on. it. Just fancy, a bally-hoo and a juice joint on Broad¬ way. Oh, yes; this little place has got Cameron Junction beat a city block and Terre Haute gone to the bat and tin-canning up the stretch looking for a hole in the fence. Certainly this main lane in this man’s town has got ’em going both ways from the jack. You can get any kind of a game from Jack Straws to manslaughter from Fourteenth to Forty-second street. A certain party steered me along Pig’s Alley one evening last week, and finally landed me in Murray’s Roman Garden to a birthday party given to Ben Nathan of Birmingham, England, at ■ one time in connection with Mr. Somers, the most famous booking agent in the world, with headquarters in London, under the firm name of Nathan & Somers. Mr. Nathan is re¬ sponsible for the first appearance- in this country of Albert Chevalier and Yvette Guilbert and other famous per¬ formers of the English and French stage. Among other interesting things, Mr. Nathan brought forth a program of a Birmingham Music Hall of some years back, on which Appeared the following: “Piano and Violin Recital, by Messrs. Nathan & Cohen, of this city.” Say, Bunch, here’s where you sit up and" take notice. Do you know who Cohen is? Nobody else but Lit¬ tle Allen Dale, now in England for the New York American, and prob¬ ably the widest quoted critic in the world on theatrical affairs. Among the knock-down of talent present on this, momentous occasion was Mr. Ingjald Oes, the representative of the Gre#t Northern Film Company, in the “Land of the Midnight Sun.” Mr. Oes has all the striking characteristics of his Viking race. Can you imagine me going down the little white lane with this Lord of the North, who towers some 6 foot 3 in his stockings? Little Nell felt as if she was on the program for the Swan Song from Wagner’s Lohengrin. Do you get the squawk? I also had the pleasure of meeting Mr. and Mrs. De Mar. Mr. De Mar was formerly representative of the English Daimler Automobile, but now building his own joy-riding wagons for separating people from the green goods turned out by the Bureau of Engraving and Printing. Dr. Levy was also among those present. And right here I want to say, “What’s the constitution among friends?’''’ Bejn gave Doc the high sign and the proper steer to the thirst camp where you get that stuff that Opie Reed says “Con¬ tains the laughter of the fool, and the tears of the woman.” Well, may be it does, but the one Doc got con¬ tained visions of the dear old Sunny South, with its cotton fields, moon¬ light, mocking birds, niggers singing in the cane and the old chug-chug of a Mississippi river stern wheele'?! steamer with the roustabouts singing “Turkey in the Straw,” as they car¬ ried wood on board the steamer from the old wood-yard. I don’t know the name of the colonel from the Blue Grass section, sah, that sent Ben this whooping juice, but Doc says he sure has the tidiest idea of good liquor of any man who comes from that section of Blue Grass, good horses and pretty women. Sam Greenburg of London battered along about seventh drink time, com-, monly supposed to be somewhere be¬ tween the Thirtieth and Forty-seventh Street stations in the Irish Club House district, butted in with a “bally¬ hoo” about a swell dinner he had at Claremont. When we handed Sam what we had done to a bill of fare from the word “menu” to the print- ter’s name, he owned up that his Claremont bunch were a gang of What we did to that feed at Mur¬ ray’s would bring the blush of shame to a gang of razor-backs? To add to our misfortunes Murray, the Mikado of that Lobster Palace pulled this on us: “What was the name of the lieu¬ tenant who nearly reached the North Pole?” Mr. Nathan informed him that the gentleman rejoiced in the name of Lieutenant Shackelton. “I don’t give a damn,” said Murray, “about his name; but I like to talk about the North Pole in this kind of weather.” Many of our cousins from across the sea were there. Mr. and Mrs. Housely, from Birmingham, England; Mrs. Lawrence, from Paris, and many other celebrities, and a Titian haired beauty named Miss Leopold, who looked as though good clothes had never found their proper sphere until adorning this vision of loveliness. No one had an opportunity to speak to her, for Doc Levy built a wall of lemonade around her so no one could get near her. I’m glad he did, for then Mr. Oes had "to talk to me. Thank you, Doc. The two rowdies present were Daly and myself. Eighteen times in as many seconds the assembled multi¬ tude started to turn in a riot call, and only refrained on word being received from the station that the prisoners contained therein must not be con¬ taminated. Mrs. De Mar, a stately; blonde, was clad in a most becoming Princess gown, a model of the dressmaker’s art, with head, throat and neck that would make any sculptor turn green with envy. Miss Effice Lawrence from the wilds of Flatbush, crossed the Long Island infested trail, and after difficulties and dangers, almost insurmountable, suc¬ ceeded in making her way across the Gowanus Canal in a steam shovel arid finally landed at the hospitable door of the before mentioned Ben Nathan. We may remark here that Miss Law¬ rence is one of the George Ed¬ wards (of London) finds, and George Edwards is surely some picker. Miss . THEATER FOR SALE—A c The Vaudette, Sar LET ME SELL IT FOR prepared I DR. G. E. GOULDING DENTIST THE SHOW WORLD My house is better serve you than any other i I buy and sell on eoinmission eve3 thing in connection with theater af tent attractions. Get my famoj Electro Current Saver. SWI5.O0. Gnfi anteed to save two-thirds and to laj *5 years. Write today. TOM DIXON’S CLEARING HOUSE IOWA CITY, ] MOTHER CARRINGTON PROUD OF HER CAREER Sixty-nine L Years Old, but Recalls that She Played Par with Jefferson and Other Great Actors Her first appearance in the show world was when she joined the first production of “The Silver Slipper,” the largest extravaganza ever put on the stage, with David Henderson in New York in 1888. Mrs. Carrington was- the Queen, and her son George was the first original Cat. She has taken leading characters with Joe Jef¬ ferson in “Rip Van Winkle,” her son as young Peter, and also James A. Herne in “Shore Acres,” he being the first young Nat. She had also a char¬ acter part in all these shows. Later they went to California'and were there during the exposition of be with the professional people. A she is called “mother,” go where J will. It is “mother” here 1 “mother” there. No matter where] goes, she is always willing to lenl helping hand and all love and resp her. Mrs. Carrington would go on j stage today, it is said, were it not 1j her health will not permit it. She j sixty-nine last April. Her son j thirty Wednesday of this week. I She has been with every Amerij Worlds’ Fair except one, and ne missed a day. At Chicago she j called “The mother of the Midwl the Mid-Winter Fair, and returning, Messrs. Kohl & Middleton accepted George Carrington’s “Model of Illu¬ sions,” and built a large one, which they exhibited. Afterwards she was the first woman to put on a show on the Midway at the World’s Fair, and later traveled from coast to coast with it; never weary, never tired, always happy when she could be with the show people, and in fact she'was on the stage up until a year or two ago, but she is still happy and only happy when she can Rain or shine she went through] gates, and they would call from end of the fair to the other, “T1 goes mother.” “Where are you go mother?” “Down the line,” she wo say. It was through her instructions I her son George is now one of j leading illusionists in the world,! which he should give his mother gr credit. She is now living in Chicago w her son at the Waldorf hotel. Lawrence was moded in a billowy chiffon gown which set off her dark beauty to perfection. Miss Edith Housley of Birmingham, England, who has just returned from a visit to Seattle, where she and her husband enjoyed the Alaska-Yukon exposition. Miss Housley favored us with a description of a sudden liking taken by one of the gentlemen from “Jack Johnson Land” for the head- gear of her husband, said headgear be¬ ing a cap of a very peculiar pattern and decidedly English. If that Sene- gambian smoke had ever come through the black belt with that lid on there would certainly be an addi¬ tion to the Heavenly choir. M Housley’s beautiful English coloi was set off by a ravishing Paris c« tion. Mrs. Daly, a tall Gibsonesque be ty. from the land of which they “Who then, can blame us for whi and love,” is a typical Irish bei with black hair and Irish blue e; Mrs. Daly was clad in darkest triad the severest cut, which only serve! enhance her Gaelic beauty. Mr. Daly is about the swiftest mat I have met since I’ve been here, W even he admits his brother was ® over by a hearse and killed in Phip- delphia.