Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 20, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 September 1898 — Continuous Performance. [ARTICLE]

Continuous Performance.

In the early days of his success, when Gilbert and Sullivan were considered by managers as the “sure winners” In the comic opera field, a young woman who was a member of one of the “Pinafore” companies, wrote to Gilbert, telling him of her approaching marriage with a young man of good position and family. Gilbert congratulated the young woman and expressed the hope that her future might be prosperous and happy. Only a little more than a month passed and another letter from the same girl reached him, in which she stated that her engagement with the young man had been broken and that she had accepted another suitor. He replied that he had every confidence in her judgment, and again expressed his hearty wishes for her welfare. It was almost two months after that that Gilbert received a third letter from the same girl, who informed him that young Lord ■ had proposed, and that she had accepted him, after breaking her engagement with No. 2. Gilbert’s humor could no longer stand the temptation, and he wrote; “I desire to congratulate you on your approaching marrtagp with .” Here he placed an and Ln a foot-note added: . '•'.Wk “Here insert' the name of the happy man ‘” L i iifr He Didn’Sß.noW. About Hairpins. “By Jove,’;wMMiMHKie bridegroom, as he sat dowMßßptugged away at his mustache, too bad?” They had just arrived at Niagara Falls, and the\porter 'had bowed himself out after carrying up a trunk that weighed 487 pounds for which he received a 50-<cent “tip.” The frightened girl dropped her traveling hat upon the center tabled and stood as if transfixed, with one of her gloves half off. “What is it, Harry?” she asked. “This is a fine go,” he muttered. “I wonder how in the world I came to do such a foolish thing.” Then he felt In his pockets again, and cast a helpless look at the big trunk. “You—you haven’t lost your pocketbook. have you?” she asked. “No, darling,” he answered, “but I left my keys at home, and the one that opens your trunk is among them.” “Oh, is that all?” she exclaimed with a happy little sigh. “Here” —nnd she removed a hairpin from her rich brown locks—“open it with this. Now’ I know I am the only girl in whom you ever took a real interest. Otherwise you would have known. Ah. Harry, dear, I'm so happy!”—Cleveland Leader.