Judge — February 2, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Mrs, fin Avent rejoicin Mr. Squar forth Layorny their performances and gone on their respective wa n hies himself to the Un The Lilly” will soon burst in, in all her beauty and ¢ at The Fifth Avenue tistie, and her the ilan’s frantic attempts to pull her to pieces in the third act, was so imminent, that the title of the piece , A Wife's Peril,” proves t felic- tow | his scene is decidedly unique, and rather | more improper than anything of Sardot t »have before seen, how seemed to enjoy it, and Mr, the biggest bu try that has been done in Confusion” was a great hit in Boston, nd equally remarkable things are expected it here. live pug and the live baby | will probably prove a great addition to the | interest of the Mr. Stetson would never be happy unless he had numerous irons in the fire, and he now states that he has taken Haverly’s Com- edy Theatre for seventeen weeks, at $1,000 a wee Aimee has done ines New York and Ar ve again departed | from the city, and the habitues that frequent | the Casino on Sunday nights will find their loss hard to bear. No matter, if Aimee can’t sing, she has much chic and sangfroid as ever, and little mones and grimaces take the voice. Angele is always immens larly so in chansonettes like *Ne me Chat- lez pas,” and others of th 1-8" is doi a fine at Who says revivals in New York do “Fan on the Bris Maverly’s Comedy Theatre. this steamboat w timbers and her worn, At Nibl one Mr. 'T Richard HI. pops up Iv laid up for re ving must be pretty well © appears upon the scene - Keene, who comes forth as Mr. Keene, once upon a time, was r of the stock ny at Wood's Museum, Since then he has ap- peared as a Shakesperian star, and, if report speaks truly, he has made a financial snce if nothi 5 ty thousand dolla st_year, is what he e,and Mr. Hayden is his manager, and the ene who discovered the latent talent in the gentleman in question. and Mrs, odwin have been doing ies,” and a burlesque called * Those nd Opera House, It sa great relief to the public to know that Mr. Irving does not object to being carica- tured, but rather likes it, and sends notes to | Ru THE JUDGE. odwin on the subject, and si ally, Harty. is still on at ‘The Madison vsionally char ty to the ent “ayvan has ti Emilia. the example ot married, 's company is the quare, to give way Turner, a of Miss Pixley rie A memb ppy mat Over in London they seem to be quite su t. Lotta, Minnie all at once, is f Lillis id one or two others in reserve. ill, and the fair Lillian does not after all, Mr. ra for this coun- pretty bi Why not import Miss Russell? been tutored in the principal role by the famous or himself, and perhaps n the folly of her ways by tl induced to settle down and us sing with propriety. hek followed ate Claxton k last week, and now-we hear Henrietta Vaders has taken the Kate ion for a period of four 81,000 a week for the use of ame. is is very nice for Mias Clax- ton, who is to resume the m t at the end of the period; and she can enjoy a well-earned rest; but what Miss Vaders is te earn over hove the $1,000, weekly, re- quires a mathematical head to calet ana A Lay of Lingerie. Ou chemisette, the fairest yet That ‘ere hid bosom, fairer, whiter Thou can'st not know what envi Thy veiling snow h us woe ‘iven the writer So trimly frilled, so plumply fil And then the eyes that s T burn, Long, nor i At least in son; ne above it! it wror ar girl, to love it Oh chemisctte, the coral set To bind thy folds in gentle duty Flings round a glow upon thy snow That heightens so thy flashing heauty And ne’er before on sea or sh Did coral find a softer billow or could the gold around it rolled Though ten times told deserve the pillow Sweet chemisette, below thee met A rosy ribbon binds her bodice, And in her mien is clearly seen alf the queen and half the goddess, Ter voice is low, how sweet its flow! Her upper lip ins the under; Her curls are rk waves that strike A marble cliff—then rush asunder, Oh, ripeni ant face! When love is Love he knows no measure ; Her hands are small yet they car: call ‘The power of music at their pleasure ; And as they peep from fringes deep Of Brussels white, la mode Ramillies, Her fingers scem—or else T dream— Like stamens in the bells of lilies. grace, oh, As clouds of spring on feathery wing Obscure the blushing he: So, chemisette, thy silvery net Half veils the heaven that glows within it, Ob, hold me up, I faint, T droop My glowing pulses throb and ti Immortal bliss! Bat grant me this, In such a heaven one hour to mingle. ena minute OUR COMIC ARTIST AT HIS WORK, John Howley's Experience in New York; How He Lost Matilda Jane. “fp you want to go into business on a lid bh New York City is the said a new comer in the village, who ed hin Samuel Slyfellow. Tle was monstr nd, as he finished the sentence, he brought his fist down on the counter where we were stand- ing with such force that he set all the gl jumping and upsct the whisky bottle he caught it in time to from the floor, and imme¢ to empty it himself. I had been looking for a good, able business for some time, and thoug! the new comer was comparatively a strang T rather liked his frank, familiar ways, resolved to draw him out on the subject he had first broached. In the country where I was raised there was nothing in the w business that promised an income working for; so, edging up to Sam. replaced the empty bottle on the t Red what business he would recommend for a young man like myself. “There are a th i ame, but any business—from street rag- picker’s to the merchant. prince's will pay if well m —in fact, management is all there is to it,” was Sam’s reply. As he finished speaking he gave me a searching look, and asked, ** What business Thad been following up to the present.” I told him “I had taught school, winters, and done farming, summers; by careful economy had laid by enough to start moderately in business, I thonght; but had kinds I could 1 Sam. I replied; “ that is, I have never ew York. I once went to Boston with my father when he was representative for our town. But T would like to go to ¥ and start in business there, you well of it.” come with me and I'll set “You couldn’t have I'm a commer sted on all points Besides, it’s just the you up,” s ‘ struck a better pilot. traveler, you know; am pertaining to city life. comicbooks.com