A FLORAL TRIBUTE.
The curtain was rung up for the third time, and Margaret Blake* .stepped forward and responded to the prolonged acclamation of her admiring audience. She spoke with a graceful modesty that charmed, then gathered her floral tributes. Was it the intense excitement or the blinding array, of footlights that dazzled and confused her? Quietly reposing on a lower box rail by the proscenium, she saw a magnificent bunch of violets—her favourite flowers —ostensibly placed there for her by a sweet-faced, darkhaired lady behind (hem. With applause still ringing in her ears, Miss Blake leaned forward and took the lovely bouquet, acknowledging the gift by a pretty bow. The sweet-faced dark-haired lady reached after her with a strange and sudden haste. •‘(Jive me back my hut !”• she cried, hysterically.
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Cromwell Argus, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1987, 7 May 1906, Page 7
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131A FLORAL TRIBUTE. Cromwell Argus, Volume XXXVII, Issue 1987, 7 May 1906, Page 7
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