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"I forgot all about them!" the manager exclaimed. "Russ Mr. Bunn Switzer a boat where's that fisherman where's the life-saving station? This is " "Avast there! Belay!" came the deep tones of Jack Jepson, who had come out to do certain parts in the shore scenes. "I'll take that boat out and get 'em. Don't worry!" "Oh, but my daughters!" exclaimed Mr. DeVere, hoarsely.
The Lord Mayor entertained at the Mansion House, the Lady Mayoress gave a ball, the Livery Companies dined in their respective halls. A little adventure occurred at the Opera in November, 1844. The Queen went, not in State, or even semi-state, but privately, to hear Auber's opera of "The Siren," when Mr. Bunn, the lessee, was found to have made known without authority her Majesty's intention.
Bunn, of the Drury Lane Theatre, and an agreement was signed, with the names of Lord Westmoreland, the British minister, and Meyerbeer as witnesses. The singer, however, was not altogether satisfied with the contract, a feeling which increased when she again was approached by Mr. Lumley's agent. There were many strong personal and professional reasons why she preferred to sing under Mr.
"I wish I didn't have to film the play I'd steer one, too!" exclaimed Russ, with a look at Ruth that made her blush. "Must I get into this silly coasting play?" asked Mr. Bunn. "You surely must," answered Mr. Pertell. "And I want to warn you of one thing you are not to wear a high hat it would only blow off and embarrass you." "Not wear my high hat?
The skirts were only cheap ones, of khaki cloth, but they are very strong. I am glad we wore them." "And I guess Mr. Bunn will be, too," added the young actor. "Now we'll have you out!" cried Mr. DeVere, as he flung one end of the novel rope to the actor in the bog. Mr. Bunn caught it, and, at the direction of Mr. Pertell, looped it about his chest, just under his arms.
Den if dere iss food to eat I dinks me dot I don't need to eat my pretzels. I can safe dem for annoder time!" cried Mr. Switzer, as he got out. There was a laugh at this, and it was added to when Mr. Bunn called out in his deepest tragic voice: "Ha! Someone has my silk hat!" For he had persisted in wearing that in the storm, though it was most uncomfortable. "It is gone!" he added.
"Mozart and Bach have given me belief that not even the subversive impotencies of Sir Arthur Sullivan, and the terribly obvious 'mysteries' of Dr. A. C. Mackenzie, have been able to take from me," murmured Lord Reggie. "Ah! Reggie, each decade has its poet Bunn," remarked Amarinth. "We have our Bunn in Mr. Joseph Bennett, but where are his plums? Religion dwells in the arts, Mr.
I utterly and positively refuse to so demean myself." "What part have you?" asked the young fellow, looking over at Alice and nodding. "Why, he has cast me I, who have played all the principal Shakespearean characters he has cast me Wellington Bunn as a waiter in a hotel scene! Where is Mr. Pertell? I refuse to take that character!"
"In jail!" "Jail! Alice, don't joke about such things." "No, sister mine, I was only in a deep, dark dismal dungeon, and I had such a romantic adventure." "Oh, do tell us about it!" begged Miss Pennington. "Did you meet a handsome prisoner?" asked Miss Dixon. "Yes, a regular Othello." "Othello? Who speaks of Othello?" interrupted Mr. Bunn.
Pertell ordered a retake of that one scene, and it's got to be done in a hurry. It won't take long. Mr. Bunn will meet us in the park. Be sure and wear the same things you had on that day. It won't do to have you get out of the auto in one dress, Ruth, and, a second later, kneel down beside Mr. Bunn in a gown entirely different." "All right, Russ, I'll be careful." "Oh, dear!
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