The Books of To-day and the Books of To-morrow, October 1906

The Green-Eyed Monster.

Miss Edna May’s example in resigning her place at the Vaudeville Theatre on the ground that undue prominence was given to Miss Camille Clifford is, we hear, about to be followed by other celebrities.

MR. WINSTON CHURCHILL has decided to retire from public life. ‘I am not jealous of Sir Henry Campbell-Bannerman,’ he informed our representative. ‘I think he is just perfect as a speaker. But I am the “star” of the party, and I object to the prominence given to him in the newspapers.’

WE regret to hear that Mr. Ogden Armour has practically resolved to pack no more. The reason for this resolution is believed to be the fact that the American papers have ‘billed’ the disturbances in Cuba at the expense of ‘Jungle’ revelations.

EARLY last week Mr. Bernard Shaw, hearing that The Winter’s Tale had been presented at His Majesty’s Theatre, delivered his ultimatum: ‘Shakespeare or myself,’ he said, calmly but firmly. ‘Which you like. Please yourselves. But it must be one or the other. You cannot serve two masters.’

STRATFORD-ON-AVON is convulsed to its foundations by the news that, as more prominence has been given during the past few days to ‘The Bondman’ than to ‘The Treasure of Heaven,’ Miss Marie Corelli will give up writing, and pass the remainder of her days in the peaceful occupation of keeping white mice.

TWO days in succession having passed without mention of his name in the newspapers, Mr. Algernon Ashton announces his intention of breaking his pen and emptying his ink-pot.

THEATRICAL circles are intensely interested by the rumour that, the Sketch having printed twenty-seven full-page photographs of Miss Zena Dare in its last two numbers as against a bare twenty-six of herself, Miss Marie Studholme intends for the future to wear a mask.

OWING to the barefaced manner in which Mr. Keir Hardie has pushed himself into the arena as an enemy of Great Britain, Mr. Byles is thinking of emigrating to Zululand.

THE blow has fallen, and we have brought it on ourselves. The fuss we have made over the visit of the South African footballers having caused people to stop talking about his ‘Drivel for the Dregs’ article, Mr. W. T. Stead is resolved never to go to another place of amusement again. And he says he is not a bit sorry for us.



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