Identifier: sharpsflatsgambl00luckuoft (find matches)
Title: Sharps, flats, gamblers, and racehorses
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Luckman, A. Dick
Subjects: Horse racing Journalists
Publisher: London G. Richards
Contributing Library: Gerstein - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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er play, or how he can havea special series of Shakespeare matinees, in whichthere cannot be much gain, shows how indefatigable heis after art. He convinced us as boys that he was acharacter actor, and he must always be one. He hasalways conceived a long way ahead how he will rendera new role. One evening after a performance ofOliver Twist was finished he spoke about Othello tome, and of his idea that the Moor should be presentedas an Oriental, not a negro. He was right; thesubtlety of mind of Othello did the convincing on thisscore. Herbert Tree remembers old friends, and,although not writing a line about him for years, hewould tender the best box in the house to me onoccasions, with further hospitality in the retiring-room :the treatment of an old acquaintance as if he were apersonage is to be esteemed. I like men who neverforget. Not a single name of an actor or actress then appear-ing on the London stage was unknown to our play-going coterie. We could repeat the cast of all the 26
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Sir Herbert TreeAs an amateur the author was with hun in Hamlet OLD MELODRAMAS London productions. Miss Adelaide Neilson, who Ihave mentioned, was at that time the idol of ourboyish enthusiasm, and Mrs Rousby tied to the stakein Joan of Arc was another spectacle we loved. Atthe same time we did not leave out the Bancroft showsat the little Prince of Wales Theatre in TottenhamCourt Road. Perhaps the plays which impressedthemselves most in my mind were the Adelphi pro-ductions of Dickens stories. What a wonderful castit was for Nicholas Nicklehy. The late WilliamTerriss was Nicholas; Miss Lydia Foote was Smike ;John Clarke, the husband of the beautiful MissFurtado, was the Squeers; Sam Emery, JohnBrowdie. That sound actor James Fernandez wasthe Ralph Nickleby, and, if I remember rightly. MissHudspeth was Fanny Squeers. More women cried inthe stalls and dress circle in those days than wouldnow over the hurrying of the little boys into the coachon the stage in the Saracens Head scene. Joh

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