Judge — May 17, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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‘Tene has been some hitch between Kee Rankin and the managers of the Union Square. Rankin forfeits quite an ar The two Orphans” as | will not be produced, viously announced, and the theatre will probably remain closed till the end of sum- | mer. The truth is, Rankin lost money on his Third Avenue Theatre, and he, very likely, by this time wishes with many others that he had left well enough alone and had gone into outside speculations, “The Dan old as it is, would prob- ably have continued bringing in the shekels, nd Rankin has gained neither in purse nor in glory by his connection with the Union | Square. son. Wallack has closed his regular supplementary season, and the th bears his name will this week be g to a performance calle Vaughan and A tised to Wallack last performances were somewhat marred by bad support. Miss Louise Moody is not upto the requirements of leading lady for Wallack’s Theatre, and Miss Russell is an indifferent actress, ‘The absence of Rose Coghlan dou’s ‘Scrap of Pape 8 gretted by ‘We wish him better luck next and. his atre that ven over “Madame Piper,” in h John Howson, W. S. Rising, ‘There delaide Praeger are adver- from rely all who had ever seen her Lester play together in the piece, and in ‘ Stoops to Conqner,” 3 Hardcastle, lacked youth, beauty and ingenn- ousness, Wallack, energy and fire as of old, and Mme. Gilbert’s and Mme. Ponisi’s performances were good enough to atone for many short-comings in other members of the casi. The Lady Clare Company were last: week at the Brooklyn Park, and this week they are over at the Grand Opera House. Harrison and Gourlay have been so suc- cessful in their comedy, “Skipped by the Light of the Moon,” that they Thre present- ed Mr. Joseph Brooks of Brooks & Dickson, a handsome diamond scarf pin, Mr. Brooks having been the one to get them their date in New York. Niblo’s is not large enough to hold the crowds that are anxious to see Mra, Langtry as Galatea, ‘Vhis character the fair Lily is able to play with a certain amount of naivete and grace that make it by far her greatest attraction. ‘This week is also the week for the produ tion of Robert Griffin Morris’ new play, called ‘‘The Pulse of New York,” at the Star. Whatever may be the merits of the play, the cast is a strong one, containing, among others, Geo. Clarke, Gerald Eyre, Caroline Hill, Ada Deaves, etc. Mr. Belasco is the stage manager, and it is produced under the auspiccs of the Frohmans and Lester Wal- lack. Sar- sine Me- | punt of money. | not | Miss Moody, as Miss | | though, seemed to have as much THE JUDGE. “La Vie,” is over at The Bijou.and “ Blue Beard,” is now on the boards. Jaques Kru- risthe Blue Beard. Fanny Rice is Fatima, Carson and Irene Perry are also and Emm in the * Dan’s Tribulations,” eaus at Harrigan and Hart i have been extremely amusit l4th St. Theatre. “Hazel Kirke” her peregrinations, The Peoples” through the For the rry no end of fun | arry and Fay | over at the still lives and continues and has now reached Theatre, where she will remain week, lovers of music, springing up everywhere. Last week the Wagnerites made noise enough for all of New York and a large pro- portion of the surrounding country. Besides all this The Oratorio Society had a reheai and aconcert. On Wednesday Senor Anton J of the Mapleson troupe had a concert at | Steinway Hall, and Miss Thursby will soon arrive and commence warbling at the hall of the Chickerings. alka,” and ‘A Night in Venice,” are given respectively at The Casino and Daly's. “May Blossom,” will run at | Madison Square for a long time to come. Robson and Crane are at the Third Av- enue, playing in that antique piece, “* Our Bachelors,” and The New Park Theatre is concerts are | closed for an indefinite period. Luxuries. | Av morn you rise and wait the welcome rings That bid you at the breakfast table meet Refreshed with sleep, your system loudly sings For nourishment—and this is what you eat Some buckwheat cakes, with closet syrup spread; A cup of a tea, with copperas colored green. And is this butter yor Not much! ve put on your bread? It's oleomargarin ck the outer air, st, cabbage leaf cigar. » settle such a luscious bill of fare You take a strychnine " beer” across the bar. —Phitadelphia Cait. Answers to Correspondents. A Tre » Reapens, N.Y. City.—In liew of his own opi jon on the subject in disput commends that of the poet Coleridge, author of “The Ancient Mariner.” He divided readers into four classes; the first he compared to an hour-glas« their reading beir | and leaves not a ves he said, resembled a spor s the sand—it runs in and ox ge behind. A. second class, —which imbibes every ing liquid, and disgorges it in a dirtier state. A third class he likened to a jelly. b: all that is pure passes away, retal refuse and the dregs. The fourth pared to the slaves in the diamond mines of Gol- —from which g only the ss he com conda—who, casting aside all that is worthless, pre ly the pure gems, This definition seemeth “to the point” at issue between our trio of disputa- tious correspondents. A. M. G.—Wordsworth wrote: ‘There isa plea- sure in poetic pains, which only poets know.” From the English poct’s standpoint Tur Jupoe wisely concludes that you found your full meed of plea- | sure in the throes of composition” of the verses you sent, and that the pleasure of seeing yourself in “cold type” might prove too ecstatic for your rensi- tive poetic nerves. Hence, out of pure sympathy for you, as well as some kind consideration for the feelings of our readers, we reluctantly relegate your MS. to our W. B. limbo. Oxp Bact, Brooklyn.—We cannot allow these columns to be made the medium of so indiscriminate serve 0 | up within hi and ill-humored an attack on the “* gentler sex.” We thy with the Tection burnt out of him, or dried 1, an old bachelor is the very tion of selfishness, Having wilfully ign the objects of his creation, he lives lonely led. His first folly was that of believing himself suflicient for his own happi the have little symy With all nat genus you belong ral cara one of and un loved and dies unregre ness; his second obstinate persistence in that the belief, in spite of instinct, reason of bis better natu: less life, with no tewler heart to sym troubles, no impulses His penalty is ize in his gentle hand to smooth his pillow in sickness, nor any sympathetic voice to whisper com car. The but, thank heav shen fort to his dyin itor of Tae Jepar is hachel yet, not an old one just nor dl ean to eventually drift into that dreary cat DRY compliment wrote ory ston He believe Vashin inks for the We that it was Sterne who “Tam persuaded that every time a man so when he |: it adds of life. th this tru listinguished authority before hit, and with divers compliments such nity, THe Ju ing that every week, du has added someth of his readers Purrostatit, Lexi We afford to waste tim: hematical conun- drums which are wholly outside of our pale, and smiles—but much mor something to his fragme ism from such as your's tick ling his at finds pleasure in belicv ng his hum) g to the So be it ston Ave.—No. DF space on carver, he of ‘ous “fragment of life cannot more properly belong to our ponderous scien contemporaries, Tue Jepor, nds through the sunny land of laughter— sk in all seriousness, has he to do with Xities of parabolic curves, the mysterious intricacies of conic sections, or the calculus, the binomial theo: the dark abstruseness of the antine analysis, the disproportionate crooked. ness of scaline triangles, the “* Pythagorean Prob: or the 4 assinorum?” whose missionary; m, Constantia’s Inside Man, “A Butler! a footman My Constantia wants an inside man! after all, why not. Why should have one. She says a waitress is low! so she is. A waitress is common. Why, so she is. A man is better style! .Why of course he is. My Constantia must and shall have an inside man, if she wants him.” So I reasoned with myself, but that was a year ago, and since then we have had twelve inside men and I know better now; if we hada woman now that I even sus- pected of being a man I'd wring her neck; but I'll begin at the beginning and tell my tale. [ast May we got our man No. 1, or our May man, us I may call him. ‘Towards the latter end of April the following adver- tisement appeared ; WAXteo— ‘ora small private family of rank residing in a fashionable neighborhood, an Inside Man. First rate plate and glass kept. Man must be strikingly handsome and elegant in appear- and understand his profession thoroughily, as it igstrictly internal, Apply, stating height, size terms expected, to Joshua § Well, she not Well, Well we had a score of answers, but my Constantia picked out a dai elegant, striking and handsome, wages a little tough, but it worth it only to look at him and then his manners were so per- fect. He never could remember Constantia as only madame, he always addressed her “My Lady,” that was owing to his having lived 80 long with titled folk. ‘Then he ha such an elegant manner of opening the door and ushering in a guest, and he made our table look so handsome; in fact, he insisted that we had not half plate enough for our position. With his assistance I selected comicbooks.com