A BROOKFIELD STORY.

Evening Post, Volume LXXI, Issue 142, 16 June 1906, Page 13

A BROOKFIELD STORY.

» Stories are going the rounds of the caustio wit of Mr. Charles Brookfield, who lately retired from tho stage. Some of them are euch as cause a man to bo disliked if not actually hated, for they are characterised by unpardonable rudeness. Of a somewhat different stamp is the following, which is told with much gusto in theatrical circles. During the rehearsal of a musical comedy at a West End theatre Charles Brookfield, strolling down a corridor leading to the efcnlls,' came upon the chief of the band of composers engaged on the score, and noted that he looked considerably upset about something. "Why, what's the matter?" asked Brookfield, 'you look very ferocious about something. Guvnor engaged a twentieth composer!" "Nothing of the kind," growled the other. Then he told Brookfield how, as he was passing along at the back of the stage, he heard one of the scene shifters — the check of tho follow 1 1 — strumming one of his new tunes on the rehearsal piano. "Good gracious!" exclaimed Brookfiold, In astonished and sympathetic tones. "And what did you do? Go and shift some of his scenery?"

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