Judge — December 3, 1881 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THEATRICAL BRIEFS. May Your Honor please : In compliance with your instructions, duly received ani noted, I proceeded, on Saturday last, to investigate the disturbances and outhreaks which have attracted much attention in the neighborhood of the Brower Sifting the mass of in efore y apparently cred I redaced the preliminary basis of my proceedings to the following facts: ormation laid witnesses, hour of eight . 4. until the Pr M., strange and appalling nil vociferous noises are hear to a dis- m the Brower House om th jeven-thirty Every night, hour of sounds, cries, tance of five hundred yards fr aforesaid. The sounds, cries, and noises are of varions and dif- ferent natures, some of them resembling the roar of others, am and the 1 others seem al injuries of are the groans and moans tly there are loud bellowings and pimals ati ic disorders ; vibration of boilers about to burst to Indicate surgical operations or ph great gravity—so ternbl to be heard; freque ravings, as of hordes of professional lunatics recently aped from Bloomingdale Asylum. These cries, and sounds prevail with varying intensity daring the entire period of t without any cessation or abeyance whatever. The most diligent investigation on the part of the persons residing in the neighborhood has failed to dis- cover any Iron Foundry, Stock Yard, Idiot Asylum, Hospital, or Zoological Gardens in the immediate vicimty—it being obvious to the meanest intelligence that the sounds and noises of which complaint is made 1H be satisfactorily reconciled with the existence of stitation. ne al some such On taking testimony, among others, of one Andrew better known as * And Brower House, and a young man of much intelligence, Twas induced to extend my researches in the direction of the Fifth Avenue Theater, so-called, agement of Colonel Jobn Hl. Haverly. to it by the singular coincidence that every night, a few mom the ceasation of the sounds, cries and noises aforesaid, a larg en, ina state of severe mental depression and physical fatigue, are in the habit of gladly and eagerly rasbing into the open air out of the theater aforesai Almost simultaneously with the glad and eager escape of these persons by the front door of the said theater, a large, stout, and powerfal man, of the figure and evident occupation of a blacksmith or a foundry= man, leaves the building by @ rear entrance, utterly sshansted and dripping with perspiration, as if he b been indulging in very violent exercise. Shrewdly combining these two circumstances, T called upon Mr. Charles L. Andrews, the handsome and cour- teous representative of Colonel John H. Haverly, and made my character and commission known to him, whereapon I was conducted, at the hour of eight-thirty P. ot, to a seat in the lower stage box, right hand side. From circamstances which immediately transpired, 1 am forced to conclude that the true and only explana- the spiritual adviser of the » number of men and wom- tion of the cries, sounds, noises, and uproars recently | complained of in Twenty-eighth street Iles in the f | that John McCullough, Esquire, has been playing Vir- ler the man- | Iwas attracted | THE JUDGE. xinius in Colonel Haverly’s Fifth Avenue Theater, on that street situated. I shall now search the Revised Statutes to ascertain whether or not Mr. MeCullough’s performances of Vir+ giniua come, with t vendors and he unlawfal ringinga of junkmen’s bells, under the tary Code of the Roard of Health. In respect to the performance of Daniel Rochat at the Union Square Theater I have briefly to report that, so far as I can learn, there 1s nothing whatever in the plot or its development contravening a single clause of the Constitation or irreconcilable with the principles of the common law. At the same time, I venture to sug gest that Daniel's behavior is extremely irrational and amazingly li Tho appointment of a commis. sion dle lunatic inquirendo, however acately it mi he resented by Mr. Charles R. Thorne, Jr., would, in iny opinion, pat 3 Daniel, by removi e cries of unlicense Lecile. (to the ridiculous unreason of i hitn to an asylum for the mentally firm, I have to aid a strong recommendation to Mr. Thorne that he should acquire a new variety of expres. for his face, the cast-iron look of supercilioas dig- nity which he has atfecte pretty well worn out and in need of renovation At the Windsor The » Miss Jeffre Lewis is at pres ig several bund leged redible testimony, that at of the audience, every evening. eon for such a long time being nigranta from J least two-third 18 of persons who suppose Two d sia ights in Rome to boa revised ven ts in a Bar-Ron My extensive re + hata will be oflerest to your Honor's consideration next work. All of which is respectfully submitted. Tur Rerreee The wwitd Jepar Ba havesdeater. THE WILD ROSE OF HOBOKEN Uloboken ts opposite Neve York); on, The Fatal Gift of Beauty. A THRILLING # af Hoboken" teas begun numbers may be obtained Q STORY OF OUR EPOCH. BY JEPER JAMES. fa All Rights Reserved ws CHAPTER I—(Continued), | Tue Wild Rose of Hoboken was still on the lum | Disappointment seemed to bave marked | her for its own with indelible ink. (The author would here ring in a pull fora certain kind of marking ink, if he thought the editor would not chop it out, but probably the proprietor of that ink will understand whom he refers to, and thus take the will for the deed and inclose a fiver to him.) But to resume. Darkness began to gather, and animation to nestle under the coverlid of night. It isn’t often that I fling myselfinto poetry; but to resume. It grew dark, but its terrors did not move the Wild Rose. On the contrary, she seemed rooted to the spot, and continued to gaze wistfully toward the great city. Every now and then she would poise her- self upon one bot, and raising the othe: slowly she thoughtfully scratched her neat], turned ankle, for a bloody Jerseyite had fas- tened upon its unstockinged beauty and wa boring for her fresh young blood. “‘He comes not,” she said, ‘he comes not. I have a rival! Oh, for a nickel; one single nickel!” she cried, as the tears dried from her eyes and a deep flush overspread her face. Ha, ha! ho, ho! [T0 BE CONTIN! D.) of that favorite drama of the How. | Mr. Blaine as a Dutchman (cide late doings vith our AR! that sly The Melancholy Days. Tur melancholy dest of the year, ays have come, the Bryant never would have penned that sentiment if he hadn't have had | something in his eye—his mind's eye. He was probably thinking of the Fair Season, Yes, it is upon us. How sad is the fate of the young man around whom “important busi- does not throw her arms these cool evenings—these evenings of fairs, They are led like lambs to the slaughter, and made to take chances in dolls, albums, baby carriages, pincushions, placques, and goodness knows what not. And to make it worse for them than it used to be, the managers of fairs now employ professional drummers of most beauti- ful mien and seductive ways to rope in th susceptible and unwary. ‘They sinile, the: encourage, they artfully wheedle in the caus of charity or a church debt, and a rule they jarge ries or percentage they receive, for between this time and Christ mas they will work off more tra of steamships could carry. melancholy and a chill men and their purses. ness” sh than a fleet Indeed, this is a son for susceptible WHIFFS WITH CORRESPONDENTS, * Rowery."—Too long by two-thints, JeRAL Gacyt.—We Gaunt do It, you know, W.P.—" Returned With Thanks” t# declined with thanks, ‘The other will do. “BLY FLY."—Don't be lempt bas not met with favor, tig cateh on uraged because your first at Try again, and you may porst MW. L Witttans.—Your original way. Doo't send W. HL M.—Don"t, for beaven's sake! That style of “young man" has een run into the ground, where be shoald allowel to remain anti! the present generation has passe away at all eveuts: it tries our Patience terribly. Jen. for It pats you right in the fashion, “Yesv"—No, Othello” i not made up sm an oy Moor of that style Glad you like Ti Sketch accepted. Jepo G, RL" After reading what I sep you, do you think there is any danger of my tecoming a comic writer” We think pot M. C.—Your “ Breathings " accepted. bat piease draw shorter Dreatas Ia the future, “COLOR BLIND.”—No, white. General Sherman's hair is almost Don't be fooled by pictures,