Judge — March 7, 1885 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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| | THE JUDGE. teenth Street Theatre. Robson and Crane have been trying again to make Mr. Joseph Bradford’s comedy, “ The Cherubs” successful. A vain attempt. ‘These two clever comedians certainly need a new play. Louis Aldrich, in ‘My Part- ner,” follows them this week at the Grand Opera House. “«Gasparonne ” is on its second week at The Standard, and ‘A Prisoner for Life” holds the boards at the Union Square. The Eden Musee has added the represen- tation of the shooting of O'Donovan Rossa by Yseult Dadley to its collection, and the Hungarian Gypsy band discourses sweet music for all. Lilian on Rollers. I Mabe my first appearance on roller skates the other night: I was not the startling suc- cess I should like to have been; still I didn’t disgrace myself or upset every soul in the room, like the funny men who write their cx- periences for the papers. Regina, of course, didn’t want me to go— Regina is so me: but Jack said that I had some rights that a white man was bound to respect, and he’d take me if it was only to spite Reg! Jack is my idea of a Christian char- acter, capecisliy when he sides with me against the common foe—that sister of ours, ‘Of course, it was very sweet of him to in- sist upon my going, but I think he might have stayed with mea Jiftle while longer when we reached the Rink; however, every day that I live proves to me that you mustn’t expect mnch from a man and a brother! Of course, that selfish Regina sailed off the instant her skates were strapped on—never thought of helping me! ‘That girl has no more natural affection than a fad pole! Jack was a little bit better, he took me round the room two or three times, and then told me to ‘strike out, and play it alone.” “Strike out!” Good grief! how could I “strike out” when my feet felt as though they belonged to somebody else, and seemed to delight in running away from me! [ just held on to Jack for dear fife—it he had ‘left me I should simply have died on the spot! Talk about a drowning man and a straw, Jack was my straw, and I clung to him like grim death! Well, he was very good natured, though I know in his heart he wanted to swear at me; he skated round the rink once more, and I tottered and slid, and_ scrambled and jerked after him, Suddenly he said: “Oh, by jove! there’s Miss Van Dyke—here Lil., you sit down—I'll be back in a moment!” Jack’s idea of a ‘‘moment” is rather liar, he was gone halfanhour! At first didn’t mind, it was rather good fun watch- ing the skaters glide smoothly past, and sce- ing the beginners tumble and sprawl and try to look as though they liked it; but presently the band played such’ a perfect waltz, it was physically impossible to sit still! ean dance to perfection if I can’t skate, and before I know what had happened, I was on my feet “playing it alone.” Shall I ever forget the agony of that moment? I slid way out into the middle of the floor, and there I stood, afraid to move, watching with terrified eyes the surging mass of humanity as it swept by me,— People, people everywhere, And not a soul to help! “Oh, it was pitiful!” Small boys rushed madly in front of me, fancy skaters darted gracefully past me, floor-managers skimmed. airily away from me—but no one offered to UNCLE SAM'S TACTICS. a Mit 1, WITH THE #rRING HMDS UNCLE 8AM THINKS HE WEARS THE CUSTOMARY WAR W100? 2. BUT 18 SOMEWHAT DISAPPOINTED IN NOT REING ABLE TO FIND ANY FOR. help! I never in my life was 80 miserable! I thought if I could just get back to my seat, | 'T should be perfectly happy, but I might as well have wished myself in the moon! | Regina sailed past, but before I could call | to her, she had disapeared in the crowd! I | saw Jack in the distance, doing the devoted | to pretty Miss Van Dyke—evidently he had | forgotten all about his poor little sister! I! couldn't stand there forever, I must make | him see me, or die in the attempt! | «« Jack!” I moaned piteously, but he didn’t hear me, and then I gave way to despair! = | H Perhaps if I sit down some good Samaritan | would think I had fallen and take me some | where—I didn’t much care where. I had hardly decided on this plan, when a small boy whirled into me, each foot “struck out” in a different direction, I felt myself going and grabbed wildly at the nearest object. It happened to be a young and good-looking man, but that wasn’t my fault! I didn’t | even see his face until we had slid the whole | length of the room—I really thought we | were going out the front door! Ho was a splendid skater, and such a great, big, strong creature (I do 80 love » big man) 3. IMPROVES IIIs TIME STUDYING UP A PLAN TO BUY THE WHOLE UTE NATION 4. AS CAUTION 18 NECESSARY ME STARTS OFF ON TIP TOR. and when he said in such a deep, protecting yoice—** Don’t be frightened, I won’t let you fall,” I just clung to him confidingly—it was simply heavenly to have something to hold on to! Of course [ know I ought to have subsided into a seat and said ‘Thank you” ina frigid, «don’t-you-dure-stay-near-me” tone; but I didn’t! “1 skated with him all the rest of the evening and got on beautifully, till I saw Jack coming for me, looking, well—fierce is a very mild little adjective to describe him! e was positively ferocious ! The unknown took in the situation at a glance, raised his bat and left me, and then ack thundered, ‘¢ Where did you meet that man?” [came very near saying “ It’s Mr. Robinson, I’ve known him for years! ”—but fortunately I didn’t. It is the only time I ‘have found honesty to be the best policy, for Jack went on, “Do you know you have been making an exhibition of yourself with a champion prize fighter!!!" Ob, horrors of war! Imagine my feelings! All the way home, Regina growled like a bear, Jack swore like trooper, and I was utterly wretched! comicbooks.com