The Sunday Oregonian. (Portland, Ore.) 1881-current, April 21, 1912, SECTION SIX, Image 82

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    THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN. PORTLAND. APRIL 21," 1912.
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l The "Smart Set Players" tney were called some of trie younger crowd
Who liked to act for '"Charity," as well as plaudits loud;
And when, by some kind freak of chance, the Jump-Ups were invited
To join this most exclusive club, of course they were delighted. .
2 At least that's true of Genevieve. Jim said: "Not me, old gal!
I've never acted on nd"stage, and gosh! I never shall!"
So he, as usual, stayed at home, while Wednesday nights she went,
nd there, in real Society, such heavenly hours she spent!
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3 Then-still more joy! The time approached to give another play,
, And "Romeo and Juliet" they chose without delay, -
And Genevieve, to her amaze, was cast for Juliet,
While Romeo was young De Scadds, the year's cotillon pet!
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-ixehearsals now took up her time. She scarcely saw poor Jim,
And thought it useless, when she did, to tell the news to him ,
Until the night the play came off; Then, 'Jim, dear, you must go!'
And Jim said: "Well, if you insist but gee! I dread it, though!"
' 5 The Swelldorfs ballrpom was the place, and in the throng were seen . ,
The Fuller-Coynes the Gobbs A. Golds, the Pluncks and A. Long-Green,
While diamonds flashed, and wealth'seemed piled in one gigantic heap
And Jim, who got a third row seat, yawned once and fell asleep!
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mbered, though the play went on and Genevieve was great.
umbered he, until, alas! the irony of Fate!
)ve scene in the balcony! And then, with wild alarms.
woke to see his Genevieve clasped in anotherVarms!
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7 He cleared the footlights at a bound. He rushed upon the stage.
He aimed a blow at, Romeo; then with a burst of rage
He cried to weeping Genevieve: Now you come home with md
This may be acting. All the same it ain t no place to bel
The curtain fell, and Genevieve, shame's crimson on her face,
Conducting Jim, still half asleep, fled quickly from the place.
"You wretch!" she cried. That was real Art! Yes, Art which you don't knowr
"Perhaps I don't," said luckless Jim, 4rbut I know huggin. though!'
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