Judge — December 29, 1883 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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br Pr Spee OES SE EEE THE JUDGE. m to have Lat whieh, Scriptu ment T melt wit » the tuation exe "i q Isor. then the Standard neatrical landmarks wiped p tely re, and their endured, and so, ; the mana of that ill-ome attraction, had) the cause been | than the destract- ion « our metropolitan t But we were promised ithoritatively, that we y seen vertand Sallie van's new opera “at the Standard after the hy Lot us hope we may see the opera at some other theatre instear 1 meanwhile T Jupee tenders to M Brooks and Diel nd all who may suffered either rom Friday's confi gration, hissy y and condol The oft™-incule 1 of care in theatres, which these repeated conflagrations teach, will not, we learn our day. Perhaps, in the future, a millenium of fir proof scenery, careful and solid pro m walls may then look ont for 1 theatr pparently, the Ma n Square devotees are not on duty, although ** Duty ” is on the Madison Square. (Attempts at pu this style, furnished s to Iibrettists application to Tue Jupce.) Mr. Henry De Mille has eviden on laboring under the conviction that a pl not a necessary adjunct toa exempla agree wi the stage, tion to detail, dramatic composi ly devoid ¢ trigue, complication or incident enty of moral though, and th ent. A play that ean point a moral adorn a tale is all that is necessary at ap—(we beg pardon) le is not adorned sn’t so much mat- moral is satisfactorily le theatre uuthor of this last production seems to be following in the the con- scientious F ri 3 extensively in Gilbert’ and S: Pirates of Pen- zance,” and who be slave of duty that his life was m ble in con: quence thereof. Let and ponder, ere it is too late. Its a pity that all the ctical hes- sons taught at the Madison Square should not have affected the actors as well as the audien but when we r upon the career of some of the ladies and gentlem who havo left its virtuous stage to go forth into the world at ls © say Ives, “How aro the mig is ain that the | ‘There is | is quite | De Mille pause | There is pretty little F stance, down at that horrid Union Squa naughty hty play, called m Beaten, snes Booth, too, would not be res- ed, and has been seen for 1 weeks tina piece that would make a Madison Squarer shudder with horror, called * The Stranglers of Paris.” All the efforts that were made to convert Richard Manstiel » bring him to s the error of his wa ve failed, and he only last week ov MeKee Rankin’s ‘Theatre. personating that wicked old Baron Chevreuil, ina ** Pari In view of all this, we Mantell will H » imbued spirit of Sardon, that he will prove refrac- tory 0 q ment, and will add one mor perverse delinquents, We have only left. to mention a few important facts, one of which is that Wm. J. Scanlan is playing in * Friend and Foe and si ry -Boo over at the Grand Opera House. + 720-8 substituted for “* Boys and Girls” at Daly lay, called, ** An American Wife; and Mr. Stetson is trying to what effect The Glass of Fashi (a fiasco in Lone don) will have on New York, Fifth Avenue, audience. A Tale of Lush. Lust is the moonlight on the tloor,— The only silver a poor scribe owns; Lush is the Landscape lying before His eyes, with its lushously colored tones. ¢ dew on the Lush is everything this But lusher than all—the couple who p: With lush n hearts before his si, werald grass She warbles a strain that’s heavy with lush, Ile echoes the But his heart only te While the lushers The lover he And whispers lush in And asks her will she be hi At the time when the turkies reappear, me'ry’s gus! ome to spare, Tt matters ‘Two lips jam in lush n'yum, n'yumt He awe 1 be her willing slave In the years with their lush an h to come. The scribe he smiled ina fendish w Tis plain he's had Tush lor And lushed like them When life were lushously Then we A stile is a Tush thin, So easy to couple wi sl the lushers tow And ends the whole in metrical ti The poor old seribe turned i al And dreamed of taffy and rivers of He barked his nose while be pounded Recalling the sw Tits is a baby sloppy its chin is! How red its eves! | horrid contortions it makes with its face \s y savagely it kicks! How sour it | How like a demon it yells! Yer in ¢ short years some man’ will be half I with wild suspense, worshipping the very air this being breathes, devoutly kneel- ing at her fect and frantic ing for one word, one pressure of the hand, even a look, which will give him hope. Such is | life.—Phila. Call. Isler, for in- Wallack has produced Judge Barrett's | It isa girl baby. How | Answers to Correspondents. “Axxtors Swaty.”"—We cannot possibly do bet- | ter in your case than to echo the well-known advice of our trans-Atlantic comical contemporary, Punch, given under like circumstat to wit: Don'st It is rather a perilous undertaking, as things now-a: days go. A. proposed embarkation on such a y requires serious consid You are right—the Editor of 1 elor, preferring le-blessedniess to donble-cussed- ne * Verwat."—Your attempt to make “graveyard” rhyme with “halyard” is almost worthy the rhyme nius of G. W. C., the celebrated tearful obit- poet of the Quaker City, Although we re: decline to print your “first effort,” eased to hear from the latter part of the first quarter of the tury. This is not your proper sprouting season, y how por."—Being a namesake, we shall give you little more attention than ordinary A man inay be a sapient * book-worm,” but natun sip Ve cannot see the x one oF express s, indeed, the “crammist (this is coined for the oceasion) is incapable of thi ing on bis own account, as in the case of some of our model New York ** justasses” and * shyster” | are, figuratively spe to the 1 thing, rank in the category of consumers, not producers. When they attempt, or pretend to pre the result is simply the product of their insatiate consumption, and not their own property. Men of inherent or original little ved of librat x reference. They think as the 1 before printing was invented. “books in the running brooks, rything.” Nature is the jus, and books the resource of pretentious mediocrity. You will, of course, understand that irks are not in ded to be personal, albeit t ted by the tone and tenor of you ay” on the subject. A Bad Habit. * Lavy,” said a colored cook to her mis- tress, what makes you watch me so, cious? *Ttisa habit have, Lucind ’s a mi wad habit, lady, fur it’s up’ ter lead ter troublement. De las? lady at I worked fur watched me jest like yer- if irter awhile she went so fur stealin’ Goon in de set- ly, fur de chillen might’ burn md 4 * You heard what I *Glubs unv’er my apron! Dat’s a fine question fur a white lady ter ax. Take de glubs, da ‘ai count, nohow, Ef white folks doan stop bein’ ‘so ‘spicions, dar’s gwine ter be some dissutisfactshun in dis | lan’."—Arkansaw Travel | Apyirat Porter says that our navy now is ** mostly officers and water.” He appears to have forgotten poker and alcohol.—New York Graphic. comicbooks.com