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Show JOHN L. AMID THE SULLIVANS. j Police Bother the Eagles' Sunday Show But Little I Tim Sullivan In the Front Leader Murphy I, In a Box Actor Made Up as Devery Sings to I Him Some Salads and Things From a Side I; ' Room Circulate. Hi ' Favored with the emphatic patronage of Con- I' gressman-elect Timothy D. Sullivan, the benefit I; of the Fraternal Order of Eagles at tne New York H theatre last night was successful to the extent of B $12,800, while the gathering in the auditorium, on H the stage and in the wings was commented on for H the number of notablo New Yorkers of the clicquos H of politcs, sports, the theatre and occupations not H) always set down in the directory, says the New H York Sun, describing a little social affair which H took place in that town of per oxide the other H ; evening. H i An elaborate programme which had been ar- H ranged was upset by the early arrival of one of H Captain Maximilian Schmittberger's wardmen H bearing word that nothing like costuming was to H be permitted. The wardman was armed with a H tape measure so that he might get accurate H' information as to the gowns of the women per H- formers. He went away with a promise from H Stage Manager John R. Considine that the Sab- H bath would be respected. H The new and hastily constructed bill for the H performance included Lillian Russell, Bob Hil- H Hard, Sam Bernard, Truly Shattuck, Elfe Fay, Hj Maud Raymond, Andrew Mack, Joe Welch, Peter li F. Dailey, Lee Harrison, Fay Templeton, Raymond Hf Teal, George Thatcher, John T. Kelly, Charles A. HI Bigelow, George Fuller Golden, Al Wilson, Gus H Edwards, Ted Marks, Billy Gould, Jerome Sykes, H joe Cawthorne, Schnitz Edwards and Bert Hav- H erly. H The performance was well vinder way when Hi the broad expanse of shirt front which only John H L. Sullivan can carry filled the stage door. Some H one had hinted to Mr. Sullivan that he ought to H come 'round and be in the minstrel first part. H Having tucked himself into his evening clothes, H Mr. Sullivan delivered himself in good order. A H stage hand found two small, but strong, gilt pars' par-s' lor chairs, and John L. sat down in the shadows H of back stage. On the wall behind him was a ft piece of a poster, partly hidden by a mess of scen-H scen-H ery. The section of the poster that was in sight H bore these lines: H YOU MAY WAKE H, THE BABY H ' BUT DON'T H WAKE - And John L. sat right beneath it. i Peter F. Dailey came along. He read the sign, l then discovered John L. below. H! "I'm going to, anyway," he said, holding out a H- hand dressed in a white glove. "How are you, : John?" V John L. tok the proffered hand languidly and M Mr. Dailey was out a pair of dress gloves . m What John L. could see and hear of the show M from this place interested him. "That's right," he m said when the house greeted Lillian Russell. H' "Looks like the dimun belt, don't it? She'll be a m champeen a hundred years yet, and they won't he H even a cigar named after John L." B Tony Pastor, wearing the tle-that-won't-come- , off, came along just as the Weber & Fields chorus M girls who had helped Miss Russell wtfth her M: song were romping skittishly off the stage. H) "What's ttiem, Tony?" asked John L,, indlcat- ing the chatterers, who didn't have their stage clothes on, but were wearing furs and things. "Are they? Who th' hell put skirts on Frankie Bailey? Some o' Greene's work, eh?" "What's in there?" askqd John L., a few minutes min-utes later, waving toward the door of a rude wine room which seemed to be the center of interest in-terest for the young women. "Some salad, sandwiches and a few bottles," said John T. Kelly. At that moment a boy in buttons emerged from the room. He was carrying a tray and on the tray was a bottle of wine and two glasses. Anyone watching the boy must have felt certain cer-tain that unless some great influence carried him out of his course that tray would come to a halt directly in front of John L. John L. uncrossed his knees and gave his mustaches mus-taches a twist. But the boy went right by. In the wake of the boy came a something wholly hidden in a squirrel coat and attended by a maid. It was Miss Russell going to her carriage. car-riage. "Me, too," said John L., and no one stayed him as he throw up the collar of his overcoat and passed through the open door. The minstrel first part was the wind-up of the ; I show. Fay Templeton was interlocutor with Ray- ! ' mond Teal and George Thatcher as end men. A sample of the jokes: George Thatcher Fay, what can I do to make , my baby fat? " Miss Templeton Drop her out of the fourth- j floor window and she'll come down plump. |