Judge — November 8, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Frenxen Fuats” was ne Unio: revived last week . The cast is, with a ne same as when the play ged,” Sara 9 d Stoddart have ng with the play. mn of st, the perf » 10th, Lyceum Company will commence ur weeks engagement at The Star. Dar- this ¢ ment Henery will exhibit Cottrelly, Lill Ryley take part ir Hamlet the fair Elfen can, if she es, improve her spare moments in ting the Metropolitan Museum of Art £300,000 collection of her first hus- now on exhibition, band’s pict Geor, Frederick Watts is the artist’s hasn’t been troubled with » Mind” for some time. ‘omedy Company, who n to have been on’ Impulse” as well as in it, ar be seen at the Fi Avenue. Mr. Bayley’s lot is evidently nota hap; much trouble of his troupe as an operatic impressario has with his rival prima donnas. Mr. Abbey tim: has had alme nd M, Chizzola have taken by the forelock, and are already out with their announ-ements for next year. Bernhardt will be with us, and Chizzo to bring over acompany from the Paris ( n Damala, who played a brief engag ment in the capacity of husband to the frail Sarah, is one of the Gymnase troupe, and the lady star will be Jane Hading. is the last week of the Gianinni, ni, Milan Operatic Company at The and the warblers have gained the good 3 of the press and public. The Mapel eason will, if all goes well, lemy on Monday. atre, not to be behind the giving “Der Freischutz,” r Amberg is trying to get Lohengrin.” from Th This 9 ven there this winter, so New York is likely to have all the ope digest. Daly’s is still doin good business with “The Wooden Spoon,” and ‘The Private cretary” in which the big, b occurs several times, is drawing houses to the Madison Sq Investigation,” at th atre Comique, is not affected by the elections or anything lsc. The house is crowded every night and and {art pocket the boodle which about every night. rowded PREVENTION I8 city chaps off this here ground.” The little picaninny that, during the | ond act complacently absorbs lacteal nourishment from a glass bottle, ta the kink out of the white baby in ‘* Nita’s First,” and Mrs. Yeamans is as good a | Juliet as we have seen in some time. Her | performance is a refreshing novelty, for she actually reads the lines intelligently and speaks without a strong foreign accent. Out in San Francisco Effie Ellsler has | been playing “ La Belle Russe” but without \ much st the critics too | small, and they prefer Jeffreys Lewis in the part. In the mean time Miss Lewis has made a failure in Austra! nd will soon re- turn home. Lilian Russell has made a hit in London in a military comic opera called ‘ Polly,” written by Mortimer and Solomons. ‘Truly, in the midst of life we arein death; apropos of which we notice that Janauschek | has given up her (play) ‘ Life” for a season and is resting. Rice’s Surprise Party will soon appear in a burlesque comedy ‘by Jessop and Gill called ‘* A Bottle of Ink.” * Pluck brings L , or Kittens,” is the title of a new piece by Oscar Weil, in which Marion star very soon. We hope she will be more successful in this than she was in a former attempt in a play called “Chispa.” From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step—also from the Republican frying-pan to the Democratic fir ‘y say it is only by referring to his | memorandum book that General Butler vs for certain which ticket he is not on, y what they will of ( art is in the right place. h! that is one of the viscera,” exclaimed upoleon. As the Governor scems to have a liberal allowance of viscera, it is not prob- | able that the heart is wanting; and as he never has, cither in his character of fast man, hangman, ring-man, or yeto-man, al- lowed his heart to get into his head, it is likely enough that that useful organ is in the | right place—among the viscera. ‘over Cleveland, «* The heart, BETTER “Wall thar! I think that’s a purty natral lookin’ thing. THAN CURE T recon that'll keep them My Neighbors. MY HYPOCHONDRIAC NEIGHBOR, Who gives us, in recitals of disease, A doctor's troubles, but without the fees—Conrper, Puivurp Pueste old middle-aged, but not not very dark, and yet not fair eithe varticularly short, and yet not strikingly with thin hair, thin face, thin hand and thin voice. Who sits down on a chair as though the seat were covered with eggs, and rises’from it as if he was making a final and frantic effort. Who always, when in repose, holds his head with one hand and his heart with the other, and sighs at short intervals like an asthmatic bellows. His is the portrait that it is my painful duty to paint to-day. I say painful, for I_ never yet saw him without a pain, or heard him deliver ntence without a plaint. Ife has had, ever since I knew him, one incurable disease after another, and been at the point of death at least a dozen times, but he is not dead yet, nor, so far as I can see, is he likely to die. When I first knew him, nothing would induce him to drink anything very hot, as he was firmly persuaded there was so much glass used in his composition, that he would be liable to crack at any moment. I think he was cracked long before I met him, but he really hurt my feelings the first day he came with Mrs. Phester to visit me. It was very cold, and I did think my nice warm tea would be grateful and comforting, but he stoutly maintained it would be sheer madness on his part to touch it, as everyone knew how brittle glass was in frosty weather. At the time I thought he was making fan of me, but I know better afterwards, Mrs. Phester is a wonderful woman. A woman in a thousand. It is marvellous how faithfully she can follow every flight of his fancy, and I really believe she takes his every word for gospel Once he declared blankets were too heavy for him, and that there was more real warmth in paper. ‘That devoted woman sewed endless papers to- gether, and for an entire winter rustled nightly under the Times and Herald. And yet she never murmured. He became a vegetarian, and she lived with him on comicbooks.com