Judge — May 31, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Fate is kind to Mrs. Langtry! her engagement at Niblo’s was drawing to a close Hed upon to pose before the public as the fair defendant in a couple of Taw suits. It goes without saying that she won her cases, but better than the winning was the amount of cheap advertising she so easily ucquired. The notices of the law suits paled before the description of the snits she wore, and her fascinating smiles upon the jury and her general personal appearance were duly com- mented upon. According to the Morning Journal of the 18th she, by this time, should be in Eng- land or France, and the same reliable paper informs us that she has gone over for the express purpose of doing a little shopping in Pat The probabilities are, however, that she will keep her California engagements and will open at The Baldwin, San Francisco, June 16th, as previously announced. Her ‘‘late appearance at court” will stand her in good stead when she pai beyond the golden gate of ’Fri and she will doubtless pocket a large supply of what- ever money Patti and Mapleson condescended to leave in the city of the golden nugg At Wallack’s Ime. Piper” continues to delight a small number of goslings th: not outgrown the days of “* Mother ‘There seems to be an impression among managers that the gentle spring time and the first warm days of summer produce a softening effect upon the brains of the New York public. Acting upon this theory they provide entertainments calculated to delight an im- becile, an infant, or an idiot, me A jumble of nursery rhymes like “ Mme. Piper” would do very well for a child’s ama- teur performance in somebody's garret, with afew pins for an admission fee; but why Wallack’s Theatre should be given up to a penny peep show is more than the mind of mortal man (always excepting the astute manager, of course) can conceive. “The Pigeons” have flown from Daly’s, but before they left they came near meeting the sad fate of the four and twenty black- birds. ‘They escaped the baking, and were only a little soiled (by the smoke), poor doves! They will next swoop down upon Chicago. Atthe Fifth Avenue, “Well-Fed Dora” has been placed upon the stage in order to meet, what Mr. Stetson considers, a long felt want on the part of the community. ‘This is the time of year when pcople are supposed to hunger for burlesque, find there is enough of it going on at present to satisfy the most voracious appetite. Judging from Mr. Rosenfeld’s past ex- perien it would take a pretty hot sun and a decidedly soft brain to appreciate his dramatic efforts, and we argue from this that the box office receipts of ‘“ Well-Fed Dora” will doubtless increase as the ther- Just as | THE ne mometcr goes up—that is, if Fortesque doesn’t find his hercnlean efforts too much for him, and grows thin from hard work, and thus spoil the whole snap. “Lady Clare” continues her wanderings and t week did a good business The Peoples Theatre, and * Falka” is still popu- lar at The Casino. “Blue Beard ” is doing well at the Bijou, and ‘May Blossoms” is attractive at the Madison Square. he Wages of Sin” at the Fourteenth Street Theatre is, however, the most suc- cessful play in the city, and Agnes Booth, as the heroine, has gained much praise for her very clever actin, Three plays with the following remarkable titles, were played in three different cities last week. In New York ‘Fogg’s Ferry in Williamsburgh, “ Mugg’s Landing,” and in Philadelphia, ‘* Dad’s Girl.” Shades of Shakespeare. What's in a name. While Lizzie Evans was at Tony Pastor's playing Chip in the first mentioned piece. Tony and the k ers were disport- ing themselves over at the Grand Opera House. At the Theatre Comique, Harrigan and Hart attend strictly to business and p! their own plays in their own theatre. “Dan's Tribulations” will probably enjoy a long run. Marie Jansen and Rose Leighton have both skipped for Europe, the latter for the per pose of looking after an inheritance left her by a deceased relative, it is said. Aimee also has departed. She has been taking banjo lessons along with her English, and has grown proficient in both accomp- lishments. She says she is charmed with her part in her new English comedy, and is confident of success when she shall appear at Wallack’s in ‘* Mam’zelle” next October. Mantel and his wife have gone to Eng- land, and the gidd irls that wrote him gushing letters have had their ardor dampened by learning that he has gone on to see a wee baby that te and his wife left there in the fall. At Augusta, Ga., the other day, lightning struck a hen that was sitting on a nest of ogee When that thunderbolt got out of the hen-house it looked as though it had been drawn through a sausage machine, and the way it scooted for the cloud was a caution. Bet you it'll never strike a setting hen again. Burlington Free Press. “AQUATIC BANK.” FISH” EAT LITTLE Pisit, A Categorical Nocturne. S all Uh And the v Late husbands are «| opper” the stairs in stocking fect creep: 1 ones squeaks, hushing their darling bal When the lamp of the student: burn socket, And the poor weary scholar is mur When the pool-player wanders with n: pocket ‘To beat his landlady of still one more wee rght in his mt This was the Was billed Grimalkins wen ne when a new prima donna her debut upon our back fence; thered to do hi And join in the chorus with w Ww The pet and the prowle Thomas, the Made bid gh one who'd «the night with hi ant lung ‘The moon sank to rest as T gazed in wrapt wonder, And formed a bright b: girls, All grouped round Tabitl under ‘ground for nine chorus who just then from Her arm takes her music and slowly unfurls vt AM murmurings cease, leader seizes his baton; He raises bis arm and the nine muses sing: I now fling my bootjack, hit the old Thomas cat on His head—as he quivers, the muses take wing. TamoTMy rarryces Points of Dissension. “Dip ye git de piece I writ fur the Jour- nal?” asked the aspiring young man of the editor. ‘I didn’t see it in print.” “Yes, [gotit. But [didn’t publish it, because there was no point in it.” “No pint! Why, good thunder, man, you must be blind! I stuck a pint at every place I could—either a commy or simmycolon or period; sometimes three of ’em in one line.”"— Kentucky State Journal. “Sweet are the uses of adversity ””—but the victims are generally mighty sour. comicbooks.com