CLIPPINGS FROM AN ACTOR’S DIARY.

Globe, Volume II, Issue 187, 14 January 1875, Page 3

CLIPPINGS FROM AN ACTOR’S DIARY.

{From New York Paper )

Many of our acting friends keep diaries, but when they loan them to us, then me keep them. See ! From a book now before us we gather the fragments of a screed, and we herewith join them together for your joint beuelit. Says the dire diarist, says he: Our troupe was making a two-night’a stand in one of the smaller towns of New England, and, on the morning of the second day, I was standing in front of the theatre, “ mashing” [Going one eye on ’em. —Ed ] the ladies as they passsed, when I suddenly noticed a rather eccentric-looking individual gazing at me with curious interest. He seemed to be debating whether to address me or not. ; but at last he came up and accosted me with : “ Ere you one of them air fellers what played in the show last night ?’’ I replied in the affirmative. A broad grin illuminated his countenance as he said : “ Wall, that’s jest what I thought; but, mister, who mas that chap that took off the Dutchman, and made up them air pesky faces 7 ” “1 suppose that must have been me,” 1 answered. “By jingo, that’s jest what I thougntand the grin grew broader. “ Wall, mister, I want ter tell yer suthin. When I was a boy, and sometimes when my mother would’nt let me have my ovyi way, I’d make faces at her behind her back. Wall, once she caught me at it, and she said in a kinder sorrowful way: ‘John, remember, anybody that will make such faces as you have jest made at me, will lie.’ Mister, when I saw you last night, I thought right away of what mother told me that time ; and if there’s any truth in it, I jest made up my mind that you must be a natril liar.”