Judge — May 9, 1908 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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HE WARMED AT HIS OWN FIRESIDE. NO WONDER. 66 PDROWN is an awful joker,”’ remarked Smith to his wife the B other day. ‘ We took lunch together to-day, and, just as the coffee was served, a fly alighted in the centre of Brown's cup. “Calling back the colored waiter, he said, ‘ Bring me another cup of coffee is insectiferous.’ “** Yassir,’ answered the waiter, rolling his eyes and closely examining the contents of the cup. Placing another before Brown, he cleared his throat a few times, and, with the curiosity born of the inherent love of the negro for unusual words, asked him, ‘ Boss, what did yo’ say was de trubble wif dat coffe “** Insectiferous,’ replied Brown, “** Is dat all?’ he asked, scratching his head. “**No,’ answered Brown. ‘ Insectiferous hyperdefloram,” THE LAMENT OF THE OLD “LEGIT.” “* Yassir; but all I seed was er fly. Is dat it?’ (A news item says the legitimate drama is on the wane, and that the Rialto i tin “ with legitimate actors out of work, while the slapstick comedians of the musical com Brown nodded. x dies are ising paid princely salaries) “Lordy, boss! No wonder dat po’ lil’ fly done drown hisself””” T. merry tune and the low buffoon hold forth on the boards R you do, wrote the ar- dent lover, ‘* don't show my letters to you to any one."” ** Have no fear, deare: came the reply. ‘I'm just as much ashamed of them as you are.”” And, with that, the en- gagement became a matter of history. this day, And the chorus girl with peroxide curl draws most of the weekly pay. The gay flubdub's winning all the grub by the froth of the rhyme- ster’s wit, Folks have no time for the art sublime; no place for the old “legit.” Folks pay to see a monstrosity who can whistle through his tooth, But they class as tame the immortal fame of Macready, Keane and Booth. Their necks they'll wrench when the chorus wench winks down at the baldhead row; Their sides they'll split at the rowdy wit of the gaudy slapstick show. Iwas once the craze in the good old days when the lights were kerosene, When they thronged to hear the play “ King Lear,"” as portrayed by me and Keane. Once to S.R.O. I played Romeo and my wife played Juliet; But alack, alas! it has reached a pass where the public can forget. all the go in Sedalia, Mo., and my face on three sheet boards a welcome sign out at County Line to the fond play-going hord » bouquet always came my way when I played in Bowling ny And I made a slam out in Beaver Dam; stood ’em up in Muscatine. When my fame began I was leading man, Charlotte Cushman was r, critic said I was "way ahead of the rest as Ingomar. Maggie Mitchell, too, I supported through seven seasons on the road ; And with Lotta I was the hue and cry in the towns where our troupe showed. John McCullough, he, out of jealousy, went insane in just one night, For he lost his head when the papers said that I played Virginius right. IMAGINARY CONVERSATIONS. Now it’s my sad lot to be quite forgot; none about my feet will sit, The governor of Tennessce—"* Come and say when, governor.” For they live too fast to recall the past or the name of the old The governor of Kentucky—** Sir, in the bright Lexington of Kentacky “legit. ROY K. MOULTON, there is no such word as whe comicbooks.com