Judge — January 7, 1882 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. 18) THEATRICAL BRIEFS, Mr, Janes Lewis—a new idea of huinor, Still nearer, the lad is somewhat grown Mr. Stodiart—some proper consideration at the | and wo sce him with a swect girl, Fondly he and vastly more stupid members i See ahaa ee upd members | sazes into her eyes, he lavishes presents upon ‘esti Alena glimmering notion of what his | her, and lot she takes another lad and leaves | Esmeralda, really ia. him; “No, 4.” Nearer the lad appears with 83 May Gallagher—a faint idea of a light down upon his lips, he enters a poker | kes of herself in her Mother Hubbard costume. room, he plays, he piles his money all on th Mr. Dion I of The Complete sees eid table, he loses; “3 Yet nearer, the American public of to-day 18 not , alder grown, gazes on a fh enters the hall, goes on the rostrum, and 1 three, May it Please Your Honor: In compliance with the onder issued by ble Court, L beg of “Christmas pr ve to report the followin, nts,” 80 called, duly te various play eived and ud stage | acknowledged by ty performers of the city of New York. Mr. J. Lester Walla bottle of Til Tnfallib! Hair-dye (respectfully returned as being no longer u by the recipient); a Christmas card from Miss K: for the Aged and I | Bartlett, and a tract froc: Dr. Houghton, entitle ion that his attempt to b Memento pice orisha Meanaia aOiRa SH eilltven th iegitimacy is t while his eyes are filled with ‘ten dollars ew attitude, from an Unknown Admirer; | yfr, John Parsello—a generous impulse. hall rent next morning;” “Xo. 6." Close | nl | Mr, Charles Backus—a new joke (returned with | UP the young man walks dreamily, with well. | thanks as unavailable); asudden desireto spendtwenty- | beautiful young woman, he gives her hi nts on somebody else; and a real diamond bre whole heart, all that: mone: n bestow, but, another; “No. alas, she leaves hin alone for , actors, .) | boy ning poster, nd nis own | speaks two hours to an audience hamplon iuteceney of Jsomely engrossed ally was ants to: pin. 3 much as he Mr. Antonio P: , + f ve this *blarsted country i joweley is his aicchlags: anciber vack: | right here in front, the young. fellow i} est possible date which may be convenient to hin dows; a new crush-hat; a fresh smile and a diamond. | Works, his whole soul is in the craft, his ey Mr. Charles R. Thorne—Lond Chesterfleld’s Letters; a | nitted toothpick. sparkle, his nostrils dilate, his countenance of her mind, from Miss yting Mr. De Bellevillo- -life membership in a Sanday-school | heams with the light of feeling that he docs Helleville Is not such a infant v of his brother Edwin's Mr. Alonzo Hatch—a new accent, mat there really are a few other actors in * Hall—an 1812 war medal. the world; two pounds of intelligence; a box of ane: eymour—a hint to drop that aleard manners for private use; two tablespoonfuls of ° courage, and a handsomely bound copy of Tru Manliness. in the hot | his best, when his employer ente the work, says it is not good, and pales, his heart sinks; “No. 8," here he i older still, he looks fi | self,he completes his labor, he gaze: ‘on it, pauses, looks Mr. © Will diminuti niliar, he works for him- rag sadmiringly sees it is not wh: Mr. Antony Hart—th Mr. Julian Magnus knows hin; 35,000 Christmas cards and 154,329 hearty | breast of his nationality, and afr gripes of the hand, he hopes to bec Mr. Tom Whitfin—a wagon-load of authentic Str jus fldidles; eighty-four opportunities to do. som body a kind turn (immeliately turned to account); al boxes of cigara (each given away with dazzlin rapidity), and a cabinet portrait of the * best wife and mother and cleverest actress on the American stage.” Mr. E. J. Buckley—a new hat Mr. J. J. O'Neill —an offer of Mr. Charles R. Thorne’s a ‘There is a time when all of us will thus look aS SS sis collection of | THERE is atime in life when the sad and | back over our lives and see the mistakes we ‘oney Island sand-fleas and Harlem Cre solemn retlection comesto us that we are grow. | Made and grow wise in contemplation, Mr. Jobin Gilbert—a new oath for use in his ing old, that life is passing away rapidly, that | T9lve to never play poker any more kl man” parte, the years are flying by us lik tleet-footed | “hook,” or to fall in love, or to start out to Bey ees race horse, that time will not wait for us to | lecture and fail, but as years roll round like of his real importan are getting bald-headed, spare cash in something more useful, like ] Mr. William Elton. Miller's text-book, There is a time when we feel that we thing ona thimble game or a le a copy of the Grave Diss and Sexton's Vale | mortal, that we must pa ay from this vale | tery.—Oil City Der Mecum, a quarter of a pound of genaine fon, the leer | Grioars. ‘The sad thought steals over us that in stn petvate Ili ami one snore gre a little while we will be dead—a little longer, and we will be warned no more—and yet a short time and we will be forgotten. Meme rapidly turns its pages, and it seems but yes- terday we were in our youth, and the day before a child, and the day before a prattling little thing on our mother’s knee—upside down, dan avalanche of kind | feeling the rat-tap of a spring-soled slipper wishes of everybody who several req ssa gudliica iS kde ey | tercold world where a A author, an actor and the landlont of a | and get a thorn in his hee ning plums in a neighbor's orchard. He All of which is respectfully submitted. into our seat, we are one, and when we look Tue Revere. | back over our long line of past experiences, we fecl that something was cracked, probably our head. anwork for flowers | when he is hunting scribt summer bd There is a Time. © credit he deserves, treatise on Com: dead sure Mr. Gerald Eyre—a more prefitable compani Mr. J. Osmond Tearh Mr. John Matthews. ‘a mate for Dorcas. portunity to refresh a ye celebrated impersonation w - H.—Enuirely devoid of gene . | such a good fellow d . F, C—The poet was declined, but at the time w 1 not wishes. ; Kiara ‘There is a time when we sit and gaze on | know the author. | Mr. Hart Conway—Ditto, ditto, ditto. wilyivoniieratiasthetousta tis . ' | | Mr. Ben le reminder that the sav | the dying embers in the grate, that our soul |v, p.x.—Never attempt a pol less you can make it, this thnx mato stage aro not pre. | Scctus togo out with them, and traverse an un- | ¥ known land where roses bloom by the way- |W. Geern—s ‘ : : : 9 | near before that “Mary had Miss Sara Jewett—a new dimplo in her other shoul- | side, and the is perfume laden 5 soft | eee ee ta der. balmy breezes fan our noble brow, and make |, steisnot our fault, The papers are sent from thie iss Ada Rehan—The Life of the O°) : Nise Ada Teehan—The Life of th the intellect clear, and we see the rough road | omice regularly, but we suppose they arc so good that ‘Themselves (Madame Ninon L'Enclos). gas Sice'ts chesead uri. Miss Rose Coghlan—a Mora Antique dress. we have traveled over, as through a strong Mrs. Agnes Booth—ten thousand dollars a week | telescope, and away back in the distance a (one-tenth of what she deserves), and a cordial shake | little lad is playing “‘ hokey,” striped with a rod for it; we write | pp. se—pectined, That dust “arena” and the omnchow OF 0 trikes us that we have e lami” We fear ails, by Ono of | We have tenderly ccusigned Ht to tbe W. owerer, teraed up his hose at it and motiered and farther on | something aboot stingy poopie who write on thin paper, of the hand. from everybody who has sense enough t0 | pot, sees, rt of rbyme Is, aod ought know a great actress when x “No. 1." A litle nearer we see the lad fish- | played out. At ail events, we tave too much regant for the Miss Ida Vernon—a silver pocket-fask, A : 2 se jig | feelings of oUF readers to Inflict any more of tt up a. Mr. Walden Ramsey—a hogshead of absinthe. ing a long dreary half day, and wending his | yours ts quite as good, however, as the geverality of such } Miss Clara Morris-Harriott—a new poodle, not of y homeward without a fish ; No. 2.” A | gnsthimc rot. the Hat er breed; a copy of Recollections of My | little nearer still the lad is on a fence getting | Horx."—We have but lttle of It for you. You may te a Tusy Youth (Donn Piatt); adozen bypodermlc neallet, | neaches from a tree, while a large bull-| fon? r yin way neces bright ene tee ee dog. silently reaches up behind —him,—a | inink now you woutt fet on looking tack ip, and thie oy. goes homeward | Tr, swear ol bed bali so une soe orpearite trousers mended. “No, itecomen et Mr. Steele Mackaye—a cart-load of receipted bills. Mr. John Drew—about twenty-five pounds of addi- | Scream, a I tional aroirlu-pois. to comicbooks.com