Judge — October 18, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. SILKEN ose and French slippers playing more importent parts in this season th e the Parisian dre © displayed for the ne’ paper men to gush over. ‘Two w all dudedom was discussing the respective neatness of and The feet and ankles, Last week the rivalry was betwe Theo and Minnie Palmer, while this week the festive Minnie has it all her own w for Lotta has ceased dis; worked stockir nd her while Theo’s ‘* Louis xv. rattle over the boards of Wallack’s stage. “* My Sweetheart,” like the renowned Alex- ander Selkirk, sings to herself “ My rights there are none to dispute, vers before the footlights of the Fourteenth St. Theatre, with as much abandon as she did in London, when all the crowned heads of Enrope all the members of Parliament from ( stone down were desoles because she wouldn’t marry any one of them, Yes, Minnie is with us again, the Minnie and yet not the same as in di yore. It took Te .Junce some time to dis- cover what had caused this almost impercepti- ble change, but at last it came to him in * the form of an inspiration. It was, it was— Yes, the aggresive red cherries that adorned her silken hose but three short years ago have disappeered, and the shapely limb is now incased in an entirely different In other respects ** My Sweeth ace between ope bouffeand the legitimate has been temporarily bridged over by a London success called “ Nita’s First.” Like ‘* Confusion” the plot of ‘“ Nita’s First” hinges on the mishaps that befall an infant. he story is decidedly complicated, and wonld be novel--if one had never seen “Confusion.” In ‘ Nita’s First,” a young man returns home from a game of poker and is presented with a large pac This package contains a bs an has jealous. wife. Jealous wife ions aroused by the voice of child. and sends child off to neighbor’s doo and then discovers for the first time that his sister, who has been secretly married, is mother of child. Mean- while child is placed in cab. Cab and child both get lost. All join in search, and after numerous adventures, child iz restored to proper place and wife gets over being jealou: n order to produce this play with thrilling effect, Mr. Denny, Miss Mand Cathcart, and Mrs. (not E ermon have been imported direct from London to take part in the per- formance. Wallack’s regular company are now in Chicago, but open 1 w York at Miner’s Theatre, October 20th. We have alw known that m an emer- gency even a theatrical company could be squeezed into a small space, but we never expected to see Daly’s entire company in | about as freque «*A Wooden Spoon.” There they are how- ever, as lively as crickets after their European trip, while down at The Union Square, the old time favorites have commenced their regular season in a play by Elliott Barnes called “The Artist’s Daughter.” Sara ewett, Maud Harrison, M Stoddard and irselle are in the t, Barnes endeavoring to fill the vacant by the death of Charley Thorne. Out of town, the companies on the road are falling like leaves beside the path Catherine Lewis disbanded her company ud fairly got under w ral of Miss Maddern has gone to pieces, and Miss M joined what might be called the home for unfortunates, Miss addern is determined to do the emotional or die, and if Frohman helps her along and encot her to persevere, we fear she will do both. The New Park not only changes its bill every week, but it nisch does not find rich there, Beggar Student” has been revived Casino with Laura Joyce Bell, Lillie Mathilde Cottrelly, Digby Bell and t added George Iocy’s ” to her repertoire, and will sandwich this in between ‘*The Two Orphas and ‘* The Sea of Ice.” larrison and Gourlay, two happy bride- grooms, will enliven their honeymoon by ap- pearing at the Fourteenth Street Theatre October 20th, nauschek has taken her much abused play “ My Life” to other cities and it is to be hoped that the critics will hereafter handle her gently. Base-patt is becoming very popular in Cuba. Bull-fighting isn’t cruel enough. Wuatever may be said of Cl relations with Maria Halpin, the c Nancy Curtis is clearly one of seduction. eland’s Etta WHEELER has written a poem en- titled “The Lady of Tears.” We would respectfully inform Ella that a real lady never goes on ‘‘ tears.”” n? well just bet your life we'll give these black Republicans such a licking as they never had, and hoid the fort for thirty years. Bet your life.” “That's all right then, fifty dollars.” How so?” “Why, there’s a I'm good for ‘ew Yorker stopping up at the Carter House, offers to put up that figure on Blaine. Thought I would consult you before taking him up.” “ Oh—ah—yes—of cours doubt about result—of c know, you see—what would your mother say—hurt her feelings—better not—and this betting, Tom, this betting—I ain’t sure its according to scripture.” Then the young man | had been useii to hear his governor speak of your mother” invariably as the old woman, while he called the female help my dear; had been used to see him bet on everything that had two sides, and hear him swear that there was “more sense in one of Bob Ingersoll’s sermons than in the whole country between —certainly, no urse not, but you For he of G. | | the sun’s fierce HELPING THEM TO SNEAK BAC The only needed addition toa Democratic Banner. a Flights of Fancy. She Was Off in the Matter of Trees, But On in the Matter of Bonnets. “Tsy’t it lovely, this smoke Marie? What a dlessing it i rching sun as it doe » young lady to another, on a day when the sun was obsetred by the smoke of the burning forests of Long Island. “Jt is, indeed, a grateful protection from rays, Mathilda; but only think of the thousands of beautiful trees burni which makes this smoke; and of how much they were worth; and the loss of the owners.” “orest?—worth?—owners? Dear me, a trees worth ything Mari Do the owners? I d , L never heard of thing! Who owns trees? Oh I supp: mers do, Well, they don’t cost anything, Marie; they grow of themselves, don’t you know? Marie here switched off to bonnets, find- ing a foewoman worthy of her tongue. A Democratic victory—suicide, Tire Howadji on the Nile is ple reading than the Howadji on his ear. Tie Pouticat, SiteaTION (one corner of it.)— Puzzle-headed man on the fence— Which way shall I jump?” Sore-headed pig under the fence—* Don’t jump on me.” Mr. Pipkin, merchant—“ Nonsense my love, you know nothing of business. A store in w York never fails; trade too good. Why, at this moment I venture to say, that every store in New York is just going right ahead, as har¢ it can.” Mrs. Pipkin—‘t Except the stationery ones dear.” (Mr. P. returns in d Genesis and Revelation.” his newspaper only replying, “ Pshaw.” comicbooks.com