Judge — June 28, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Numerous Thespians, finding time hang heavy on their hands during the dull season, are amusing themselves procuring divorces, or committing matrimony. Frequently both *divarsions "are indulged in by the same parties, but in such instan the divorce comes first and the matrimony after- wards. This may sound paradoxical, but it is none the less true. Lillian Spencer and Mrs. Bangs hs been airing their woes pretty extensively, while others are trying to get their cases through the courts in a more quict manner. Report has it that Edwin Booth contem- »s becoming a Benedick once more. vastleton again became time ago in San_ Frane Harrison has married Miss Emma in Boston, and sailed with her for ve a wife a short Louis Shultz Europe We b rd that John Gourl: expectant bride as far off as Austral that he intends journeying to that d land to bring her back. We should think it would save trouble and expense to have her meet him half way. If John really expects to open here in the early fall, as already announced, he'll have to make a lively triy Pretty Georgina Flagg, who has been play ing Flora in one of the ‘“7—20—8” companies has become the wife of Thomas Mosier, formerly city editor of the Buffalo Express, now on the staff of the New York Times. Mrs. Mosier intends to retire fora year or so for rest and study, and she is young enough to not mind the loss of time. Buffalo Bill’s ‘* Wild West ” entertainment which has been doing a tremendous business in distant cities is now up at the Polo Grounds. Nat. Salisbury and Captain Borgardus are partners in the enterprise. Indeed it is said that the scheme originated in the gi- gantic brain of the lively troubador, and the receipts have been enormous. On one occasion (we are told) they took in, in one di 000, and it is very seldom the receipts 3 than For a comp: can now learn w mall sum, any one real life on the plains is like, and he needs not take a long journe to see remarkable riding and shooting, Cheyenne, Sioux, and Pawnee Indians, as well as cow boys, Mexican Vaqueros and wild coyotes. Eastward the Star of Empire and Buffalo Bill now take their way ‘The Nuked (we beg pardon) the Queen ” has met the fate of all pr at the Cosmopolitan. Nothing ever succeeds at this theatre, if theatre it n be called. It was built five years ago b: ny who had $150,000 capital stock, .000 of bonded indebtedn The bondholders have since advanced over $20,000 to keep it going and it has paid no interest on its bonds for three yeu Now judgments are entered against the company for about $116,000. Evidently the Cosmopolitan is not a profit- able building. | of the establishment will remain open for THE JUDGE. Koster and Bial have followed the lead of other places of amusement and have closed some of their doors for the seaton. A part restaurant purposes, and there will be con- certs afternoon and evening, but the fiddle of Remenyi has ceased to squeak, and the Styrian songs of the Martino trio are heard no more. Lillian Russell has apparently made good time in getting back to London from Lau- sanne. A rumor is afloat that she will appear at the Casino in the fall in the character of Nell Gwynne. An opera company organized in London a year ago for a tour of Australia, India ete., recently came to grief in the island of Java. ot being able to walk back the prima donna is acting as one of the chambermaids in one of the hotels there, the tenor has gone on a cattle ranch and now raises calves instead of notes, while other members of the company are engaged in various industrial occupations for which they are doubtless better fitted than for warbling before the footlights. If about half ‘the profession” were content with the station to which God originally | called them, there would be fewer stranded companies, and broken hearts and pockets ; but a word to the wise is in this case not sufficient. Some of the fashionable shoes are pretty gaudy in appearance, though the colors are sub-dude. COOL, VERY COOL. MRS, BIKES ACCIDENTALLY LOCKS IIIM IN, Summer—A Ballad. ScaRLeT poppies proud were waving ‘Through the fields of aureate corn, And the lark’s all guileless carols O’er the zephyr's waves were borne Blue forget-me-nots we gathered, ‘Trefoil, mallow, glad specdwell— Daisies, meadow-sweet, und heartsease, Pigcon's eye and pimpernel. Then we paused—I softly whisper'd That I feared we both must part— Ito make a wondrous fortune, You to win another heart I 0 poor, and you so high-born, Proud and qucenly in your grace, But with something most bewitching In the contour of your face On a stile T sata At your shri Held my b Feeli nd worshipped most truly dear; and scarce existed, 4g only you were near, I was young, alt yes, much But our thoughts swept And I vowed, although I spol You should som unger, e by side. not, y be my bride. One sweet hand, in tenderest answer, Calmly pressed mine in reply — Whispere Bear this blue flow’ret In far climes, and think me nigh And I murmured, broken-hearted, It shall be my holiest care That I rest not from brave toiling “Till L claim my treasure fair And you only looked your answer, But, thank God, it was enough; And I marvelled at my boldaess, I, so poor, so young, so rough. ‘Then you stooped and kissed my forehead, Thus our fates were intertwined; And I trembled with emotion While with tears my eyes seemed blind . . . . . Years passed on! once more the poppies Raised each royal scarlet head, And dear, faithful, earnest Walter Homeward comes his love to wed He is rich, and will be richer; Works he still, but labors light, Yet the prize was worth his winning, And he thanks God day and night. Arm in arm they sometimes wander, And recall that summer eve; Younger footsteps follow after, And their artless stories weave And the yellow evening glory Fades and leaves them as they stand Walter and the love he worships ‘Thus united, hand in hand, ©. , movrmay, A Panic ?—Something like this : Period- ically we discover that we can’t butter our ten acre cake three ir thick all over with a pennyworth of oleomargarine, then eat the Ke and have it ten ac ver than before we ute Naturally this discovery throws us into a state of amaze and horror well mixed up. The name of this state is Panic. Wry does the retired schoolmaster always make a good preacher? Because he is an ox-pounder, TurYstraight-walking old Pennsylvania Democrat decidedly objects to Randall voting with Republicans and sinners. comicbooks.com