Democratic Sentinel, Volume 18, Number 44, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 November 1894 — ACTORS SWEAR BY HIM. [ARTICLE]

ACTORS SWEAR BY HIM.

A San Francisco Angel Whose Pockotbook Is Always Open to the Needy Thespian. If you want to hear the name of any man mentioned with enthusiasm and reverence go among the actors congregated on upper Broadway, New York, some afternoon, says a writer in the Pittsburg Dispatch. Grant? Oh, no. Cleveland? Not much. Anybody you ever heard of before? Never a bit. It’s John lladeruaker. And who on earth is John llademaker? you will wonder. Just ask the first actor you meet. “Why, of course 1 know John Fademaker! He lives in ’Frisco, and is the best man who ever drew breathl” But who is he and what does he do and what has he done? That is what you naturally want to know. Then you’ll find out from two or three men at the same time that John Rademaker keeps a big saloon In San Francisco and is an “angel.” When an actor from the East gets stranded in San Francisco, or indeed anywhere

on the Pacific coast, he goes straight to John Rademaker. It appears that John Rademaker has an elastic and sympithetic auricular apoendage that is always wide open to the reputable men In the profession who get stuck on the slippery slope. Those who have never been stranded 2,000 miles from home, with an idle summer ahead and no bank account, will not he ase to realize what such friendship jjipeans. Imagine yourself in London without a friend and without a cent, as some Americans are always to be found there, and you’ll know what the sensation is to the actor left in ’Frisco at the close of the season. Then imagine a man like John Rademaker in the Strand to whom you go and pour out your tale of woe, and who pulls out his roll and says to you: “Well, old man, I don’t know you; but from what I’ve heard of you, I think you’ll make this good when you’re in batter luck. I’ll take my chances on you, anyhow. I’ll just stake you for a trip home. Oh, that’s all right—l dou’t want any paper—if you’re not square your paper's no good. Now, what'll you have to drink?”