Judge — March 29, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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“C1 parties ” are quite as f now-a-days as theatre parties, and the greatest show on earth has attained such prestige that it is not an uncommon thing to see a certain set of fashionables in an opera box one evening, and in a circus box the next. The show business is booming, and the Madison Square Garden is crowded twice every day. ‘The receipts are said to average about $72,000 a week. What a man Barnum would be to run the New Opera House next season! If he should take it, and then, like Abbey, find an elephant on his hands, he would, at least, know what to do with the animal, and there have been times this season when the operatic performances were not so very unlike acircus after all. 0 as Lionel in ‘* Martha” looks and acts like anything but a human being, and if Barnum Could get some of the chorus sing- ers down to the Garden they would pass for “ethnological savage: The chorus of hun the fray in ‘* Martha a living curiosity. We all know where Nilsson and Sembrich get their gowns, but where, oh where does Stagno get his costumes? They are unlike anything heretofore seen in this part of the world. Patti, if accounts be true, has certainly succeeded in creating a furore in San Fran- cisco. he crowd that came to hear her sing broke down the doors and behaved in a most disorderly manner, but the uproar and confusion, having been duly dilated upon, are worked up into the usnal advertisement. “Orpheus and Eurydice” are on their travels ‘‘lower down,” and Richard Mans- field has left the pious region of the Madison re to take part in that naughty, naugh- of Offenbach’s, that Max Freeman ias tried to etherialize for the Bijou, called “ La Vie Parisienne.” Owing to the death of pretty Emie Weathersby, Nat Goodwin’s engagement at Niblo’s last week was broken, and ‘* Storm Beaten” was given through the week. This week * Orphensand Eurydice,” the entire Bijou here. Mr. Daly has apparently ‘found a Cra sus” in his now picce “ Red Letter Night ‘The ladies in the cast, particularly Miss Rehan, Miss Dreher and Miss Fielding, are charming, and the gentlemen are all excel- lent in their respective parts. The play is beautifully placed upon the stage and the “flat,” with its real doors and handsome furnishings, excitescomment both on and off the stage. When the regular season shall have ended at this theatre, the company will visit a few other cities, and young Duff will take the theatre and produce “A Night in Venice” with a comic opera troupe. Up at the Casino, “‘ The Merry War” con- tinues popular, and Col. McCaull’s troupe, 8 caparisoned for might well be called with enand heard THE JUDGE. now in Philadelphia, have made a big suc- cess with “ Falka”. This is the last week of McCullough at the Star, and then come Mr. Irving and_ Miss Terry as Benedick and Beatrice in ‘Much Ado about Nothing”. “Separation” is still on at the Square. les Coghlan’s engagement closes M and he intends immediately ther to shake the dust of New York from his fe and take the first steamer to Europe. It is difficult to keep track of the No. 1 “Confusion” company, but this week it will probably be found back at its original place in this city, at the Fifth Avenue ‘The- atre. Harrigan and Hart announce a new play to be nearly ready, and ‘Tony Pastor has been doing well with his ‘Grand Dutch $.” «Tady Clare” is still on at Wallack’s, and «The Alpine Roses” remain at the Madison Square. Mr. Whiffen has taken the place of the departed Mansfield in this piece. BELLE OF THE “BAWL.” Plantation Philosophy. De only difference twixt de proud and de fool is dis: De fool’s got de mos’ sense. De pride ob aman is wus den dat ob a ‘oman. De’oman wants ter be ’tractive ter please de man, but der man’saim is ter please Sometime: im is er bene! man what hab got a selfish t ter de curmunity. De buz- de dead hoss, but he does it De man what tries ter be polite an kain’t nuts me in mine ob de dog wid a stub tail. in’t_ wag hi ” haster make a awkward show by twistin’ his body Young man, doan be ’ceiv show. ‘olleck dat in de mornin’ an’ ebenin’ de shadows 0’ de cotton stalk is bigger den de stalk ’tse’f. Larn to look at de objects 0” life from de noon stan’ pint when de shadow ain’t apt ter ’c —Arkansaw Traveler, Genera Butter has written to an in- quiring friend in Erie, Pa., that he is out of politics forever. ‘he General scemingly has Faken heed of the advice given by a sensible mother to herdaughters. “‘ Mamma,” asked the daughters, “can’t we have anything we want?” “Yes, my dears; but be carefal you don’t want anything you can’t have. Texas Siftings. A Glacial Period. ena in a robe of fleeey white g with the glitter of a moonlit winter it; And the ring around the crescent that blazes high afar Is jeweled with a diamond, a flashi Are glowi winter star. ‘The hilltops catch th And are tossing bs along While the blades that flash shower of crystal spr: The diamonds of the Tce King by the run: rythm of the melody and song, n echo as we slide and glide 1 sparkle raise a cut © been nd the moon Was a most su spoon. And he must have been a duffer who had passed his chances by Of dispa the planets for the diamonds in her eye avoided; but that ring tive subject toa couple on the Let us trace the brittle brilliants in a merry couple's wake, ave sought the isolation of a polished erystal cake; How they laugh and chaff and chatter in the sheen the moonbeams cast, Who ‘Till a cumulative coolness indicates they've frozen fast. Now it lends a variation and an clement of spice, To be frozen with your sweetheart toa crystal cake of ice; But it puts a glacial period conclusive and severe To the very softest nothi her ear. you could whisper in . ’ . . Once more the Ice King spreads his bonds of crystal on the sly, Once more the Water Witch, dethroned, sends up her plaintive cry; ‘The merry skaters heed it not, to them the murmurs bring But recollections of the chime the rushing runners ring. The separat He pi 1 pair are there; she falls, and in a trice ks her up; they laugh and chaff, and so they break the ice. ‘The dust of time has buried deep the coolness of the past; Their present melting mood dissolves all fear of freezing fast They swing across Kissena at a slashing, pace; Then, swerving, ha on her face. He clasps her little lithe left hand to find encircling there, Its tertiary digit round, a sps dashing ; a warning smile is flick'rin g solitaire, The sparkling of the diamond flashed its secret in his eyes, nd is left and so is he to lin; her bangle bells are The bi She rin surprise. glides awa fare thee well,” Their silver jingle mingling with the laughter of the belle. Mr. Scorr, Jumbo's kee per, says that his interesting charge is growing rapidly. He has increased a ton in weight and five inches in tusk protuberance since we saw him last. Great Scott! Luke and Bill Jones, two brothers, were hanged at Jackson, O., the other day. ‘The local paper headlines thus: “The last chap- ter of Luke—A bad bill passed on the Bank of Eternity comicbooks.com