Judge — September 22, 1883 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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rushing Leach ing sold © Kiralfy Brothers are doing business at Niblo’s. Money night at the de several w for the pantomime. ballet * Excelsior ” is a most brilliant sp. tacle, and has proved to be an enormous sue. cess. Notwithstanding its purity, and the fact that there is nothing in it to blush of shame to rise to the cheek of maid- enly innocence,” it is quite as extensively patronized by the irrepressible was the Black Crook in its palmiest days, and pater familias, bent upon making | while tht sun shines, is taking in all he ean > the late arrival of the mafer and aches from theirsummer sojourn. He will assure you that there is nothing in it to offend the most fastidious. but when his wife arrive: y ing on at I tell her about Barrett in da Rimini,” or how Jeffe: opened McKee Rankin’s new Third Avenue Theatre. ‘Then he'll promise to take her to see Irving, but ten to one he'll never mention “Excelsior,” of say a word about Flindt and hee twinkling feet, although thev’ve been dancing before his eyes every night for three weeks, But the female hea of the family reads the ps day she'll discover that sior structively scientific,” and so she'll take the children and go to a matinee, and the will be astonished at the transformations the Brooklyn Bridge and the $ canal, and when they get home papa all about it. He, poor man, will pre- serve a dignified silence, while his thoughts revert to the dance of Almeh, and the undu- ing movements of the legs and whit of the ballet, and the next nig ight he'll tell his wife that he’s going down to Niblo’s “what kind of a play that is, anyhow. There has been a great deal ‘said of late about the taper ation of English actors, but are we not our revenge? Are not Mary Ande ie Edouin, Lillian Rus- sell and Minn rall playing in Eng- land. Later on, if we cannot give them a Roland for an Oliver, we shall at the pleasure of sendit Irving. Speaking identifies Minnie Palmer, one naturally her with the play of “My S heart,” written for her by William Gill, we are informed, has lately made ar- rangements with R. E, Graham, who for- merly I aved the part of Tony in this play, to send it on the road.» As the new organi- zation will be backed by abundant capital, and will have the benefit of the lavish adver- tising wherewith John Rogers has flooded the country for the last three seasons, it ought to do well. Neariy all the theatres are now in foll blast. The Fifth Avenne, gorgeous in silk plush anda Broadway entrance, is filled with the musicof Aimee’s warblings in “La Prin- cesse des Canaries.” Later on we are to ha Mr. Stetson’s stock company in ** Ruy Blas,” wuse a | Miss | they'll tell | least e | hem a Barrett for an | Coghlan in the title role and | < the Queen. with Charle: | Miss Gerard At tl | ham Company Divorce Case,” and is on at the Standard. The San Francisco Minstrels are d crowded hot The * Only Leon, playing The Merry Duche wing the papers aay, aving made an unprecedented he Bi heatre, its slow win Thorne hus unfurled * at the new Third Avenue ‘The Rajah,” as usual, dra halong at the Madison Square. Teart and Hand” holds the bs Daly's, and Harrigan and Hart de audiences that nightly fill the Th nique with their performances of ** n Guard Ball.” ards at tthe ntre Mul- PLP. C. (PARTING PRAYER OF A CYNIC.) WovLn you iake a tonic to-night, ma eh Would you brisk your blood Then tell your lord, with your prett Some sweet and simple traditional lie: And just for this once—only once—forego The joys you have (which with me you'd have missed.) Put on the old dress of an age ago, With the little frills of lace at the wrist Without fear. by the old Veiled, if you like Not even a dun will be there today You may come, iliar way ‘0 my empty home; Aid enter my room, With face all white And helpless head dropping | With teegh set firm and fir And a of perfect rest down on the chest 4 new expres will see from th light’s glare rd, my sweet loor in th Your first season's lover and. Stretched out, a And pinned by ad ench py ger u A bullet's ne The perfect white 1 would wear at th And then—well, T haven't the heart tos A feature wherever your kiss has pas sure; besides, it would soil never start! You will not be hurt erfumed and bedecked for this gala day Thave just now fastened upon my shirt One smali rotted rose from your last bouquet I will cho det to lie, Asleep, like a child, with half-open eyes | Few n I'll try to die as a gentleman dies. now know even how to die— | One last req love—it is this (Never mind the lover who outbid me), seless forehead—a ki s our kisses were wont to be. | One kiss on my As lor I have nothin: Take a ha You may It is said tha ft—but still, if you at draw to-night when yor your handkerchief in brings one luck, 5 the fries with . with its gas ablaze, A fling in your teeth nd their teams of ba! And if, to-morrow Js you an enroom the le their silk: ond hoop Just answer back, with a flirt of your fan “Tike some different triumy Yesterday, at this moment, a man Killed himself, comarades. for love of me!" s, you see Ose may have a more d than tobacco-chewing, but ths greeable habit at’s snuff. Union Square the Ch arl 3 Wynd. | | | one fr A WARM RECEPTION. Hespaxp—Home again (bis Sorcign she Wire home again from a Yea, and Lam waiting to receive you. The Shoshone Reception. Cataiy the August sun shone down When Arthur rode to the Shoshone town, And every warrior left his To jo ting nt Le President. Old chief Sharp Nose, with costume rare, Six big fea tuck in his hair; And chief Black Coal wore his summer clothes— Two m: sive car-rings in bis nose. Hole-in-the-Fence, attired in tast With a buckskin belt about his waist; And the r braves Came t ly dressed, welcome their famous guest asmile forth in style; me of the lon fon wore, And beads on their dark uecks—nothir But Iis Excellency sm To Moceasins more, Hosts and guests squatted on the While the rank old pipe of peace went round; The President a powerful puff, But he took no more—one was enough, Wine Mis fae His wie thus he murmu: at one Whiff his lips grew blue, 1a le frame quivered like a leaf, 11 to the chief Here, take this calumet, blamed quick! The blasted thi le me sick. To horse! to hor r the Yellowst may Shoshot sma I've had enough of t Didn't Get a Chance to See the City. iver been in Providence, R. 1.2” asked nother. . I suppose so; bat I've never seen much of the city. hought you said you'd sj le fact is, nt a night Yes, Idid; [arrived at full; was locked up police court at 9a. m., and the judge gave me twenty minutes to get of town in—and | got! The fact is, I didn’t get a chance to e much of the city. Mey, like books, have at e. a blank leaf—the adolescence and the eenility of old ) p.m.; got me up in the ch end of life of childhood at vanety for wmarket. S@nd for cireular’ aad SinTING StaCHINE COMPANY. Ta comicbooks.com