Judge — June 7, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. numerous th Mapleson’ that first class companies, constellations of smaller magnitude, and even a few sni troupes are already on their westward They look upon California as the land of promise in much the same way as did the miners of "48, For fear theatrical affairs may not well and that most of the managers may not strike ‘* pay rock,” we advise all travelers to that delectable country to go into training and be prepared for a’ go-as-you-please race home. an out 3 make money but itwill take a bigger city than San Francisco to stand all the pressure that will be brought to bear upon it this summer. Sarah Jewett has had enough of it, we opine, and there are several others, who (if they were to relate their experiences there) could tell a tale of woe. The Wallack Company, minus its most important member, Rose Coghlan, will probably reach there some time in the dim ‘uture. Just at present they are in Boston. The lady engaged to take Miss Coghlan’s pee is a Miss Eyre (no relation to the Eyre brothers), and is said to resemble Miss Cogh- lan in face and feature. That she will prove to be as good an actress as her fair predecessor we very much doubt. Pei HHI “The Republican Party must go.” | week ‘The Devil’s Auction ” “Two of akind ” in this respect are scarce nowadays. Burlesque and hodge podge entertainments continue to be patronized in New Yor! Lizzie Evans has made a hit in “Foge’s Ferry” at Tony Pastor’s, and Tony is more or leas on the road. The season has already closed at the The- atre Comique. Dan and his Tribulations may be seen in some of the Delgnvoriog towns and cities, and Harrigan & Hart will doubtless continue to make plenty of money. Well-Fed Fortesque seems to be perfectly satisfied with his burlesque and his rather vulgar attempt to play Dora. “Alvin Joslin” has turned up again, this time at The People’s Theatre where last was the play par excellence. “Whose are they?” must have been writ- ten by the same person that evolved from his gigantic brain that wonderful drama called “Where's the Cat?”. It is too hot weather to try to answer conundrums whether on or | off the stage. The Madison Square and The Casino roof are always cool and are always well patron- ized. Several of the Madison Square-ites are off for Europe, but Georgia Cayvan remains and plays May Blossom. Daly’s troupe came back and gave a fare- well matinee at their own theatre one day last week. This performance was for sweet charity and netted a nice little sum. Brooks and Dickson are to manage nu- merous combinations next season, and have enough irons in the fire to distract any ordi- nary managers. They have purchased direct from the anthors a play brow the French called ‘‘ La Charbonniere” and they have also accepted a musical extravaganza written by Jessop & Gill called *‘ Bluff.” A companion piece to ‘‘ Confusion,” called ‘Twins,” has been written and offered for roduction in London. The Lord Chamber- jain will have none of it, so the enterprisin, Col. T. Allston Brown has purchased it an i probably be.produced sooner or later in, PRESENT. “The Republican Party ought to go.” We also hear that a new burlesque called “Penny Ante; or, The Last of the Fairies,” will soon be placed where a critical New York audience can judge of its merits. The Songs that we Sing. “Only a Pansy Blossom;” Only a bar of soap Left on the stairs by the bired girl And the old man glides with territic whirl Adown the jagged slope “IT Never Ca ne said Love another,” no one but you And the youth looked on her Chicago feet, Then at her graceful figure neat, Then back to her ponderous shoe. The tootey.wo While I build And spoil th dn The borrowed wattile-r “We Met by Chance, I checked her And riding over the rails afar, She chatted merrily in the car, And picked my pockets, too. Though oft we But the and dumb, “See that My Grave's Kept Green,” I'm tired of sad neglect; You know that the grave of old man Jones, Besides the bottles and old beef bones, With a murdered cat is decked, —Teras Siftings. Wuy was poor Lucy Ashton necessarily the most miserable of wives? Because she was The Bride of Lamhermore. (Sir Walter spells it Lammermoor, but we live in a more enlightened age.) Stasuep necks are all the fashion among the ladies now, which fact establishes a plea to be advanced by men with propensities for cutting their wives’ throats, Tue way of the transgressor is Rugg-ed. This dark and paraphrasetical pun comes to Tue Jupor from Long Island City. FUTURE. “ Will the Republican Party please go?” comicbooks.com