Judge — October 4, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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I seems to be a settled fact, that before long the gallant Mapleson will appear in his old’ role of Impressario at cademy of Music, while Dr. Damroseh will lead German opera into the expensive precincts of The Metropolitan, German gutturals, instead of soft Italian vowels, will min with the chatter of the Ms sin the Metropolitan . ey boxes next winter, wid the orchestra stalls Unsere Sam— Well! will be occupied by lovers of Wagner and beer. At the theatres, any quantity of new things for this week. Janisch is beginning her New Park, Aimee is do- at the Brooklyn Park, sin a new well! is made of putty? You can't make a free trade stuinp of that; so you can clear on giving triumphs, viz, Koster and Bial’s, ctions from** Olivette,” Lucia,” ete. ina Dolaro is back in town fresh from and prosperous engagement in New At The Grand Opera House, Kate Claxton and Charles Stevenson are playing in ‘A Sea of Ice,” and “Storm Ji ” thrilled the people of Harlem a we “Called Back” has not been a great success s it was expected to be, and it is now to be tered broadcast over the land. Harry Lee, rank Weston and Effie Elster are to produce it in San F; le, and Mr. Mantell will h mi y called ‘My Life” aad as could well be gement will close the Next’ week her place will be filled by Minnie Palmer, in her one and My Sweetheart.” Mr. Colville at want of good judgment in the management of his theatre of late. | The worst Summer “Snaps” that have infested the city have been produced at the irteenth Street Theatre, and, as might e been expected, some of the companies went to pieces without finishing their en- ment proved to be a imagined, and her e end of the wee! accompany that will ern ke araid upon the Middle and We: tes. Mr. A. M. Palmer made a puret over in London of a play called ‘The Private S which will soon be pro- duced at the Madison Square. Mr. Gillette + has an adaption of the same play, that he is expected to use sometime, somewhere. “‘The Seven Ravens” continue to flutter Palmer, backed by the great ad- rs and her late London succes: ble to turn the tide in the affairs of t : | at the Star and at Niblo’s, while ‘* Adonis” bee atre, and wo wait for further develop- | 144 « fnsestigution” are as popular as ever jotta, at Daly’s, is not making large ad- | #% The Bijou and The Theatre Comique. ditions to her fortune. Her new play “Mam A Bugaboo of the Presidential Canvass. le Nitouche has not canght the town, but Lotta is rich and she, if any can afford to lose. If Judic’s version of “Nitouche” is no better than this English adaptation, she had better leave it out of her repertoire when she comes to play in “Oh, here's your campaign bail You hear his slogan; “ Here's Blaine or Clevelanid—take your choice, — Tom Hendricks or Jack Logan!” ou meet him at your hall-way door Hack’s there was a change of bill every night last week. Theo in Mme. L’Archidue,” Theo, in “La Jolie Purfu- He stands upon street corners meuse,” Theo in ** 1 otte,” and Theo And when you go to funer in “ Mme. Boniface. You see him ‘* brace” the mourners. Mauric: an admirable troupe this season, and there really are several members n sing. Strange as it may seem, M. 'y, M. Gaillard, and Mile. Lefort actually have voices and know how to use them. This, of course, is something new for opera bouffe, but it seems to take very well indeed. “The Mascotte” was ne’ as well done From early morn ‘till close of day, He keepeth up his chatter; He tackles staid Republican And wonders w When they get “ riled” as he doth “Ob, you're a Cleveland voter I know, and now yer oughter have e matter in New York before, and ‘Theo’s Bettina is ge which holds his photer.” a charming impersonation. While next, a Democrat he strikes, The Little Duke” is to be withdrawn ; a4 bles: “* Here's a pictur frem The C ny Blaine, which you sho sino, and ** The [ r Student” bly be put upon the stage again. Mme. Cottrelly is missed from New York. Her Philadelphia venture has not proved successful, Vanoni (with kind permission of Miles and Barton) returned to the scene of her former ur vest—a fixture. oes on—a nuisanc © sey. sostyy.” What a tarnal fool. Do you suppose that Yere stump My Neighbors. My Neti nrentt PRE WHO TAS MANY CIULDREN, AND SEEMS D TO MULTIPLY SMALL IMAGES OF SIN, 1, Tanirua Towrktns, Spinster, do here- by premise and declure, that, although my disposition is not naturally an amiable one, yet it has one redeeming trait. I do dearly love children, and children, a rule, love me. That being so, I do not think I can be allbad. Butoh, dear me! what an . Providence did make when he bestowed thi teen living children on my neighbor Mr Coney Warren. The Cone: came into our set some few y fe hey were bride and zroom then, Pleasant neighbors. we all thought, she so pretty and bright her wedding finery, and, evidently voted to and proud of her handsome young husband. Their home was a model on tasteful, so neat, so elegant. But, as years past by, and, as the children came by ones and twos, the Coney Warrens were soon all at sixesand sevens. Mrs. Coney Warren was a baby worshipper, and the more babies she had, the more she worshipped them. So every year matters grew steadily worse, and I do not think they have reached the climax yet. If J were to tell all I know about these interesting children, I could fill a large vol- ume. I know perfectly well how, where, and when the thirteen cut their first twenty teeth. Which of them has Coney con- stitution, and which the Warren chin. — I know by heart all the clever things they said, and the remarkable things they did. When Mrs. Coney V all the children. “Sh I watch the long proc inwardly “they come, they come.” Brod- , aged ten, has yful way of jump- my back and pulling down my back . Tabitha, likes to tear the leaves out of my book of prints. Hugh and Conrad like to set my cat and their dog The ‘others like to roll on my couches, pull the cover off my table, and | commit havoc among my brie-a-brac. Mean- while their mother watches them with a gentle pride, saying, every now and again, | “How the darlings do enjoy themselves here.” Then she tells me a thousand and one tales of their ren able words and ac- ‘tions. But I could bear all that, but it was just this time last year, that I was forced to ren calls she ‘brings ils in first, and then ion and murmur ing on mj hair. My god-child comicbooks.com