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title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Whitney, Horace G.
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periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 18
number: 8
published: 1915-06
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Horace G. Whitney, "The Story of the Salt Lake Theatre III," *Improvement Era* 18, no. 8 (June 1915): 686–696.'
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start_page: 686
end_page: 696
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  publication_year: 1915
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# The Story of the Salt Lake Theatre III

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The Story of the Salt Lake Theatre"
BY HORACE G. WHITNEY, DRAMATIC EDITOR OF                THE DESERET NEWS

                        In Four Parts     —Part III
      The second epoch in "The Story of the Salt Lake Theatre"
might be said to have ended with the death of President Brigham
Young, which occurred in 1877. After 1872, the house had en-
tered upon a new career. The old stock company began to disin-
tegrate.   The railroad had entered Salt Lake, business opportu-
nities expanded, and many of the active men connected with the
drama, turned to other channels. Z. C. M. I. had been founded
with H. B. Clawson as its superintendent. John T. Caine went
into public life and was elected to various positions, which finally
culminated in his going to Congress. David McKenzie who, prob-
ably with most justice, can be called the dominating figure among
the home players of those days, retired from acting, but occasion-
ally took a hand in the management of the house.
      Mr. McKenzie's later years were passed in the active ser-
vice of the Church. He was a clerk in the office of the First Pres-
idency, and was also president of the High Priests' Quorum of

    *An address delivered before the Cleofan Society, January 27, 1915.

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the old Salt Lake Stake, and later of the Pioneer Stake. He has
often shown me an interesting book in which he had compiled a
list of all the plays in which he ever appeared.    He was also a
rare narrator of some of the "green room legends" of the Salt
Lake Theatre, and among others of his stories was one relating
to the first production of "The Lonely Man of the Ocean."       He
told of the shipwreck scene in which he played the hero, and Nel-
lie Colebrook the heroine.   All the crew had been stricken down
by yellow fever, the bodies of the sailors lay on deck, and he and
the heroine were about to give up in despair, when on the horizon
appeared a distant ship. The hero seized a match to fire a signal
gun, exclaiming to the heroine, "Dear one, thou shalt yet be
saved !" He applied the match to the cannon,, but a faint sizzle
was the only response. The cannon went on sputtering, the hero
kneeling in agony. The property man, Charles Millard, who had
loaded the cannon, stood in the wings, filled with equal anxiety.
                                  Finally, seeing that the cannon
                                  was not "going off," he whis-
                                  pered to McKenzie, "Touch her
                                  again." Again the sailor applied
                                  the match, whereupon the in-
                                  genious Millard fired a pistol in
                                  the wings. It was only a crack,
                                          but it sufficed, and McKenzie
                                          shouted "Our signal is heard.
                                          We   are saved !" The curtain fell,
                                          and no sooner was the view of
                                          the audience shut out from the
                                          actors than the yellow fever vic-
                                          tims on deck began to sit up and
                                          demand an explanation.        Phil
                                          Margetts, one of the stricken
                                          sailors, was standing in front of
                                          the cannon, when "bang" it
                                          went off with a roar. The wad
                                          struck him in the back, and laid
                                          him flat, and re-bounding hit
       JAMES M. HARDIE                    Bert Merrill in the hand, inflict-
A popular singer and actor of the '60s.   ing a wound whose effects he
                                  felt for several days. The audi-
ence, mystified at the explosion, sent a committee behind the cur-
tain, to learnwhat the trouble was, and Mr. McKenzie himself
had to appear and explain the reasons for the belated signal.

                          Stock Company Scatters
    Annie (Asenath) Adams, the heroine to McKenzie's heroes,
and with him immensely popular with the audiences of those days.

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married James H. Kiskadden, in 1869.     Her daughter, Maude
Adams, was born November 11, 1872, and soon after her mother
took her to the coast. The two returned to Salt Lake several
times, as our narrative later will show, and it has often been
narrated as a part of the history of the American stage, how
Maude, at the age of nine months, was carried across the
stage of our theatre on a platter, as a substitute for another
infant suddenly incapacitated by a crying spell     —
                                                 heY very first
appearance on any stage.     J. M. Hardic, by this time a fine
romantic actor, went abroad to seek his fortune, and for
years was heard of starring in
this country and England.     He
died some years ago, and is bur-
ied in Liverpool.   Sara Alexan-
der also left the state to follow a
professional life. She is now liv-
ing in New York with her niece,
Lisle Leigh, a well-known ac-
tress.  John C. Graham went into
the newspaper business and re-
moved to Provo, where he acted
occasionally, and died in 1906.
Nellie Colebrook appeared only
at   rare intervals after    1874,
and died some years ago. John
Lindsay left and became a travel-
ing star in the west, re-visiting
the old playhouse at intervals
with his daughters.     He wrote
his experiences in a book called
The Mormons and the The-
atre, which is full of interesting        GEORGE M. OTTINGER
episodes.    W. C. Dunbar, with The veteran fire chief as the King, in
John T. Caine and E. L. Sloan,                   "Hamlet."
founded the Salt Lake Herald, in
1870, and Dunbar, drollest of all our comedians, rarely appeared
on the stage thereafter. Margaret Clawson retired to care for her
rapidly growing family, and H. E. Bowring removed to Brigham
City and died there. Henry Maiben, a delightful comedian and
a rare Christian gentleman, only occasionally appeared, but once
or twice came out of his retirement to play with the Home Club,
in the '80s.  Phil Margetts alone, of all the old players, remained
almost constantly in the harness till age and illness incapacitated
him. Long after his fellow players had retired, he formed vari-
ous companies to support him in "Our Boys," "The Lancashire
Lass," "The Charcoal Burner." "The Chimney Corner," and many
others. He appeared in the Home Dramatic Club's production of

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"The Lights o' London," about 1887, and imparted all his old
vigor and humor to his role, that of Joe Jarvis when the fiftieth
                                                 ;

anniversary of the Theatre was celebrated, in 1912, though he was
partially paralyzed, he was wheeled upon the stage, and from his
chair, he delivered a selection from Shakespeare with a readiness
and distinctness which told his mind was as clear as in his old his-
trionic days.   He died in September, 1914, "the last of the Old
Guard."
                               The Old Guard

                                          —
    And speaking of the "Old Guard" I feel a personal pride in
having been instrumental in bringing together, a few years ago, the
five pioneer players known as "The Old Guard of the Drama in
Utah," Messrs. Clawson, Caine, McKenzie, Margetts, and Mrs.
Clawson, having them photographed in a group, and securing
their personal memoirs.   I realized it could only be a short time

before all of them would receive the final call from the great man-
ager who arranges all our entrances and exits. Each has since
 joined the "innumerable cara-
van."    Their pictures will be
found in the Christmas News of
1910, accompanied by the follow-
ing notice
     "Those familiar with the
history of the drama in Utah will
not need to be told the names of
the grand old quintet whose faces
look forth from this page, or the
distinguished part they played in
the early history of the state.
They are almost the sole links
that connect us with the days of
Nauvoo. Clawson, Caine, Mar-
     McKenzie, and Margaret
getts,
Clawson   What a pathway of
             !

achievements they can look back
upon   What a stupendous total
         !

in the sum of general good is
piled up to their credit   !   What a
 debt did the pioneers of Utah,           MRS. M. BOWRING
 for whose pleasure they toiled,
                                            As Lady Macbeth.
 owe to them    How many cares
                 !

they vanquished, how many smiles they started, how many tears
they wiped away, in the old days when the community was coming
                                            !"
•up through the hard processes of formation
     "A joyful occasion it was, as may be imagined, when the five
survivors of the old Deseret Dramatic Association (its official

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690                    IMI'R< >VEMENT         ERA

title) came together a few weeks since at the request of the man-
agement of The Descrct News and posed before the camera for
the picture shown on this page. It was the first time they had met
in many years, and the greetings, the inquiries for each other's
health and welfare, the solicitude for 'dear old Phil,' who still
suffers from a paralytic stroke, and is helped in and out of the
                                     —
carriage by members of his family all make up a delightful babel
of sounds.    What a flood of reminiscences is let loose!     Mrs.
                                    Clawson, Mr. Margetts, and Da-
                                      vid McKenzie, three survivors
                                      of the once famous 'Under the
                                      Gaslight' cast, salute each other
                                      by their stage names.   Who    that
                                      beheld them can ever forget them
                                      —'Old      Judas,'   'Byke'    and
                                      'Snorkey,' the one-armed sol-
                                      dier whom the villains tried to
                                      kill by tying him to the railroad
                                      track ? Imagine the gentle-faced
                                      Aunt Margaret of today in that
                                      role or as Judy O'Trot   !  Bishop
                                      Clawson comes in a few minutes
                                      late, and his old time managerial
                                      associate, John T. Caine, aus-
                                      terely informs him that he is
                                      docked $2.00 for keeping the re-
                                      hearsal waiting!
                                         " 'Dear   old John    Graham
                                      wouldn't he have liked to be
         BERNARD SNOW
                                      here?' ruminates his old associ-
         of the early Social Hall and
                                      ate and fellow-comedian, Phil
        '

           Theatre days.
                                      Margetts. Graham, the Bermu-
das of that 'Under the Gaslight' cast how his image stands out
                                          :

Lindsay, Hardie, Nellie Colebrook, Harry Bowring, W. C. Dun-
bar, Al Thorne, and a host of others whose names are now but a
memory, come in for some mention or other, as the skein of rec-
ollections is unwound, and very tender, very gentle, grow the tones
of the veterans, as the   exchange of reminiscences goes around."

                     President Young's Interest

     During all those years, President Brigham Young maintained
the active, personal and almost affectionate regard that he always
manifested for the threatre. In the middle and later seventies,
when increasing responsibilities and advancing years told upon his
energy, he attended the performances less frequently, but through
his agents he kept in the closest touch with its affairs. Some idea

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of his interest in and connection with the house, and of the respect
and veneration with which the players regarded him, is obtained
from the following selections:
     In his interesting recollections of the early drama in Utah,
contributed to the Christmas Nezvs some years ago, David Mc-
Kenzie says
     "President Young was ardently devoted to theatrical enter-
tainments, especially those of an amusing character. He said to
the audience, on the opening night of the theatre: 'If I had my
way I would never have a tragedy played on these boards. There

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     LEADING MEMBERS OF THE DESERET DRAMATIC ASSOCIATION
Standing (from left to right), David McKenzie, Phil Margetts, John S. Lindsay, James
    a. Thompson. Seated Henry Maiben, Nellie Colebrook, Annie A. Adams.
                          :                                                     (This
    group was taken by Savage & Ottinger, in the later '60s. The only active member
    of the company missing is John C. Graham.)

isenough tragedy in every-day life, and we ought to have amuse-
ment when we come here      He was equally interested in the art
                                     !'

of dancing, but he deprecated waltzing.
     "It was indispensable with him that all those entertainments
should be conducted under the terms of the strictest morality.
As early as 1854, he personally attended our rehearsals.     He had
his private carriage                                  and from the
                              convey the lady actresses            to
Social Hall on every occasion, so as to avoid the society that might
embarrass them after the performances. Those rehearsals and
dances were invariably opened with prayer. He sternly opposed
the habits of smoking and drinking, and he insisted that the play-

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house ought to be as sacred as the temple, and might be made so
by the proper conduct of those
who were engaged in them. He
used every laudable means to in-
culcate those views, but Presi-
dent Young was no autocrat and
his good counsels were not al-
ways enforced, although not al-
together unheeded. Yet I know
of several instances where im-
proper conduct on the part of
performers caused their instant
dismissal."
       John T. Caine, in his speech,
Christmas night, 1862, said:
     "For all the grandeur of
conception, magnificence of de-
sign, and beauty of execution,
which characterize everything
that surrounds us here tonight,
we are pre-eminently indebted to
him who is ever foremost in
every good work, the patron of                      JOHN C. or ah am
the fine arts, the friend of the
                                           As Lord Ul" Kl,        m Ame,ican
                                                                          '

                                                             Cousin"'"°
                                        industrious   talent, and in the
                                        fullest   and broadest sense the
                                        .irstcitizen of Utah."
                                             President Young, in the
                                        familiar arm-chair, in the body
                                        of the house, sat and listened
                                        to this encomium and we can
                                        well imagine the applause which
                                        followed.

                                           Mrs. Adams' Reminiscences

                                            Mrs. Annie Adams Kis-
                                        kadden once said, in an article
                                        contributed to          the   Christmas
                                        Neivs, entitled         "Green        Room
                                        Memories :"
                                             "Our first nights in those
                                        days    were   very   interesting
      JM?Il x/yu/0                      events.   Though the city was
                                        small, we often played to audi-
         MRS. A. A. ADAMS               ences that filled every portion of
  Mother of Maude Adams,   in   186S.   the house, and sometimes oar

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plays ran a week. Our audiences
always included Church leaders,
with President Brigham Young
at the head   the judges, the terri-
                ;

torial officials   sent  out from
Washington, and often the mili-
tary from Fort Douglas. The fig-
ure of President Young, seated
at the end of a bench in a large
arm-chair, is as clearly before me
while I write, as though it were
yesterday. He was a great critic
of the drama, and was very par-
ticular as to the class of plays
that the company presented. He
often dropped in on us at rehear-
sals, and frequently went over
the house from top to bottom to
see whether it was kept in or-
der."
     Sara Alexander is quoted in
the Christmas News, a few years                         W.   C.   DUNBAR
                                              Famous comedian, vocalist, and bagpipe
ago, as saying:                                 performer; also one of the founders
     "There is no other theatre                 of the Salt Lake Herald.

                                        built in these       days just as 'com-
                                        fy'   as the old Salt Lake Theatre,
                                        and no stock company was ever
                                        quite so homelike and jolly as
                                        that we belonged to, and as for
                                        the stage, President Young knew
                                        more about the needs of a large
                                        stage than any manager now liv-
                                        ing.''
                                                 Lambourne's Tribute

                                             Alfred Lambourne, in his
                                        Playhouse, tells   of   his  first
                                        meeting with President Brigham
                                        Young as follows
                                             "It was upon the Scene-
                                        Painter's Gallery that the writer
                                        first met Brigham Young.        It
                                        was of a late afternoon in au-
                                        tumn the rehearsal for that
                                                 ;

                                        night's play was over, the Scene-
          J.   M.   SIMMONS             Painter's brush was moving rap-
Pioneer actor, as Alonzo in "Pizzaro.   idly upon the broad spread of

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canvas before him, and he thought himself alone.       Anon was
heard the sound of firm, yet almost inaudible footsteps upon the
gallery stairs. Then the maker appeared, and it was the Pres-
ident, the great 'Mormon' leader.     Unheralded he had come
upon a tour of inspection. Brigham Young was famed for com-
pleteness he possessed a genius for details. Carefully the Pres-
         ;

ident examined each water tank, each barrel of salt.     He ap-

             MAUDE ADAMS IN GIRLHOOD DAYS— ABOUT 1890

peared to think that day, of the Playhouse's danger from fire.
He broke, with the end of his gold-headed cane, the thick crusts
that had formed over the tops of the barrels of salt. I watched

him shake his head and compress his lips there came a frown
                                          ;

upon his face. His orders for safety, one could see, had been

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neglected, he did a labor which should have been remembered
and performed by others. No doubt someone would be repri-
manded. I have always believed that during the handshake that
came a few minutes later, the 'Moses of the West' 'sized me
up,' as we are wont to say, spiritually, mentally and physically,
with those steady, keen and searching eyes."
                         (to be concluded)

                          Anticipation
     (Thoughts translated from hymn 208, Danish Hymn Book.)

    Think, O my soul, when clouds are disappearing,
    The gloomy mists of life are fled and gone,
    What promised rest for all is sweetly nearing
    When Jesus shall forever be our sun.
    When earthly riddles all are solved and straightened,
    The anxious whys and wherefores are explained,
    God's boundless grace each weary soul will lighten,
    As concepts of his hidden ways are gained.
    Think of the time when, with the clearest vision,
    We'll see our Savior whom we here believed
    And loved and worshiped. O what fond transition,
    When, blest and saved, by him we'll be received!
    Our trembling feet his shepherd care has guided,
    He blotted out our sins — how great his love!
    To test our faith, our souls he often chided;
    What joy when we shall meet him there above!
    Think of departed ones, their joyous greeting,
    When earthly strife and trials all are past;
    The glorious morn that brings the blessed meeting,
    Where peace and harmony forever last!
    Think, further, when, in temple halls of glory,
    With angels we shall praise our Lord supreme,
    Converse with friends upon the gospel story,
    And of this life, which vanished like a dream!
    To those who, faithful, in this world are striving,
    And through Christ's power have entered through "the door,"
                          —
    These joys shall come hope constantly reviving,
    When freed and saved, they'll live forevermore!
SALEM, UTAH                                          JOHN A. Ol.SEN.

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                                    A JBraost of            Ifjr   Eattil*

                                Verses           from the poem, "The Rose of Love."

        tagft                              IiY    ALFRED LAMBOURNE

                        In this Full time, this Hey-day of the Year,
                            My Soul, accordant with the Fairness wrought,
                        Now with the Queenly Roses owns the Sphere,
                            All Earth is   Mine in Luxury of Thought.
v   i

                        T   see the Fair Ones where 'mid Northern Hills

                            The wild Cicada from the Vine is heard
                        That Beauty of the South my Vision fills,
                            Where Sings in Ecstasy the Mocking-bird.

                        That Isle so Verdant fair before me Lies        —
                            Within the Soul old Melody awakes
                        That Dewy land where Form with Feature vies,
                            The Rose-like Beauties by Killarney's Lakes.

                        And Albion with Streams and Meadows bright
                            That Laugh and Smile beneath the Skies of
                                Gray,
                        Where Roses still are Rivals        —Red and White
                            And English Maids are Fresh and Fair as they.
                    h

                        Where Grew the Roses of the Long Ago,
                            And where, Red-hearted, open now Love's Flowers,
                        I   walk in Paths by many a gray Chateau,
                            And in quaint Gardens by old Castle towers.

                        Where o'er the River sound the Lorelei's notes,
                          And Moonlit rocks above the Waters rise,
                        And Hail, as yet the dying Echo floats,
                            The Maids of Rhineland with their Love-lit Eyes.
