The New York Clipper (October 1904)

DRAMATIC. VAUDEVILLE. CIRCUS. Copyright, 1904, by the Frank Queen Publico, Company (Limited). Founded by FRANK QUEEN, 1863. NEW YORK, OCTOBER 1, 1904. H155 CKppcr'5 Motes, Personalities and Comments, CONCIBNINO STIGE FOLK and Sometimes OTHEBS VOLUME Lll-No. 32. Prios 10 Cento. Bt J OSEPHINE QUO. Though Dell Barker has for several seasons teen promising herself the pleasure and the comfortable remuneration accorded the auc- cessful vaudeville performer, It waa not until this season that she carried ont her plan. Her experience In a long list of roles In character comedy, with which ahe haa been Identified In the legitimate, comic opera and musical comedy, baa well fitted ber for her success already begun In vaudeville and which ber frlenda and admirers of her good work hope will continue Indefinitely. "Well, then," replied Mre. Roaenbaum, "you can aak him." The other atory la on the long Buffering Irishman, who la charged with moat of the witty tales told both on and off the stage. The lately landed Irlahman, with hla remarks on American sights that greet hla green eyes, are frequent eubjecta with atory tellers, and tbli one concerns two of that Ilk. spitting aparka and fire aa It whirled paat In mad hurry, Pat rushed to the bed and dragged his friend therefrom, excitedly yell- ing: "For the love of Heaven) get up—you'll miss It all. They're movln' hell, an' two loads of It has Just gone by." Mlsa Barker's soliloquy Is supposed to take place about two o'clock In the morning at her Henry Rorton, who begins a second season In the role of "Bben Holden," under the management of Herrlck & Bldredge, la known to be most bandy with the shot gun, possess- Inb keen appreciation of tbe pleasures of sport, especially the bagging of ducks. One bleak Fall day last year he had tramped many miles without catching even a sight of the game. Ills disappointment was great be- cause of a double reason—first, he had made a bet that be would bring back a good slied bag, and, secondly, he bad Invited some frlenda to share hla luck dinner that night. As a duck dinner Is nothing without the duck, Ilorton decided to acquire some at any coat. Fortune favored him, for, while crossing a big field, In which was a good alsed pond, he spied a flack of ducks swimming about On a closer view, however, be made the sad discovery that the fowl were of tbe tame sort. Hut these were better than none and, Though there are many monologlsts In tbe field, mostly men, there are none of which the writer knowa who are presenting her sort of turn, that of a character comedy woman holding the centre aa a monologlst. And, by tbe way, Miss Barker baa always held the centre as a story teller among the profession, who always presents a ready ear for the scores of stories ever at ber command. In tbe sketch which has been written for her there are some screamingly funny lines, which she delivers as only Dell Barker can give comedy epeeches—with a drollery and unction that speedily affects the laughter muscles of her audience. Her own laugh Is ■uoBt Infectious and, while you may be laugh- <ng at her, yon are also laughing wltb her. A few fnnny stories are Interpolated In her monologue, tbe two printed below being keenly appreciated by her attentive audience the other night at New Bochelle. The drat waa about two club women who were having the usual argument concerning the author of Shakespeare's plays. One of the disputants, Mrs. Thomas, warmly es- poused the cause of Bacon. "Well, I aide with Bacon," she exclaimed, "t Is a 'cut and dried' fact that Bacon wrote Shakespeare." "I don't Intend to swallow your opinion rigsrdlng the matter," excitedly exclaimed Mrs. Bosenbaam, "and when I get to heaven 1 shall aak Shakespeare himself who wrote the plays." "But," argued lira. Thomas, "suppose yon uon't find him Is heaven." Mike and Pat were escorted by their American friend to a little front room on the Bowery after a long day of eight seeing. Mike, tired out with the long day's tramp, Immediately betook himself to bed, while Pat lingered at the window with eyes bent on the noisy street below, watching tbe throngs of passers going both ways. From time to time Pat would arouse bis friend, urging him to get up and Join him at the window, but with no avail. Finally, when a noisy fire engine rushed by with clanging bell end screaming whistle, a sight Pat had never before seen, be made another vain effort to Interest his sleepy friend. When a second engine appeared on the scene, home which she baa ;lo«t reached after a busy day at a club meeting, and a reception after, where tbe club women had In their Inexperience dipped too frequently Into tbe big punch bowl. Tbe monologlst la supposed to still be under the Influence of a "gentle Jag," and Is somewhat mixed In her funny sayings. "Let me think!" she hailly remarks, pro- ceeding to sprinkle "sbs" before end after words In true "Jaggy" utterance—"let me think—I wentxb tbe club thii afternoon- no, It's now two In the morn'g—I went ytihi'y afternoon, shta Is tomorrow. Zbeel ibis the flriht time 1 ever caught up with the future and got ahead of myxbelf." spying a farmer-looking person near by, he called out: "Day; I'd like to make a bargain wltb you about tboae ducks. I've been out all day and haven't bad a shot, How much will you tske to let me send two barrels after those birds and take away all I kill with the two shots?" "lie you a good shot?" asked the men. "Nothing extra," aald tbe actor, "Well, then," was tbe reply, "I'll take about a dollar." Ilorton passed tbe bill over to bin of tbe "horny band," then emptied bis gnu upon the unsuspecting birds, killing eight of them. "You didn't expect I'd get elgbt for a dollar, did you," laughed Ilorton, pleased with bis bargain, "Well," said tbe farmer, "they're raytber cheap at that price, but," he added, "why should I care—they weren't my ducks." Ilorton tells a atory concerning a promi- nent English actor who Is well known for his bibulous bablta. "A friend of mine called at tbe apartment of tbls actor one morning," said Mr. Ilorton, "and was Informed that tbe actor was still asleep. My friend, who waa a gentleman of great political Importance, and also possessed of a temper, was considerably piqued, as tbls waa hla third morning call. "I can see a cabinet minister at any time In the morning," he exclaimed to a mutual friend, "but It seems as If I never can Me X at this time." "Never mind," said tbe friend, "If X