Untitled

New Zealand Illustrated Sporting & Dramatic Review, Issue 1159, 27 June 1912, Page 4

When “The Chance of a Lifetime” was revived last month at the King’s Theatre, Melbourne, under the direction of William Anderson, the opening night saw the usual measure of excitement behind the scenes, for everybody concerned was bent upon doing full justice to the task in hand. There was one member of the cast, however, upon whom the infection of excitement made no effect whatever. She stood unperturbed and apparently indifferent to all that was going on around, and waited for her cue quietly and without priy display of interest. That member of the cast whs the thoroughbred mare, Trixie, whose stair-climbing feat, followed by a walk along a narrow gangway 20 feet from the floor, was one of the most interesting features of an exciting play. Trixie is an equine aristocrat in every respect, and her appearance affords no contradiction to her pedigree.

One afternoon a trjo of Hindus looked in at the stage door of the Theatre Royal, Melbourne, while the matinee was on, and gazed at the procession of Orienttals inside with interest bordering on fascination. A subdued discussion tjien took place between the Hindus, who presently asked whether “Sahib Asche” would allow them jto haye a look ayduifd. They explained that they had travelled' widely in the Eas.t, and has formerly been in the Bengal Lancers. Word was sent to Mr Ascji.e in his dressing-room, whq gonsepted tb tfie request, and the turbanned yiisibdrs were conducted behiriif ‘ the scenes. They watched everything with marked interest, and conclusion of the performance, when they thanked Mr AschA and said that they were surprised the correctr ness of everything in the production. "Even the salaams,” said the spokesman of the party, “are .quite right as they should be.” The next day Mr Asche received a memento of the visit of fhe Hindus jp thg fqrsm of a J?lac|r opal pin, accppapanie,4’ hy h niessage expressing their gratitude and admiratlbn. ■