A Sad Time For Actors

The critic met the old school actor on the highway, and, observinjf a palé melancholy ia the face of the Thespian, said: "What's the matter, Hamleigh? You look blue." "I am blue," returned Hamleigh. "These new school actors are knoeking us old fellows completely out." "What seems to be the trouble?" asked the critic. "I'm not educated up to the standard," said Hamleigh. "A man to be a good actor novvadays has got to swiiu in real water, or ride a race, or manage a buzz-saw, or be an expert farm hand. I can't swim, ride or milk cows. and I am as afraid as death of a buzz-saw. Kesult,