Judge — April 25, 1885 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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10 MICE AND TOO NICE. Ane there really haunted houses? We believe in them as trustingly as Miss Clayton docs in “fairies,” Like her, we have heard of them since our first remem- brances; they always had a history and always cast gloom and melancholy over c body that frequented them—and the rats, too! Doesn't the Union Square thes fill ‘the bill of a haunted house ? sympathetic public is relieved by the authentic statement that feminine fe of vermin was the cause of Miss Clayton’ covering ker pink artistic toes with shoes and stockir Upon what delicat nts may rest a debutant’s claim to the title of Of cou: all the fault is in the not the play or players. Miss Clay- i arkable as a frivol le character presented by a pretty-faced, nervous, little lady, can be. ‘The story is one of Ouida’s most ‘poisonous hot-house pro- ductic Jacki the bright colors and sweet fr: nce that some of her over-wrought conceptions have. Miss Clayton is timid and anxious; she wants to please but does not know “thehow.” She lacks versatility of ex- pressson. Always the same overnice artic- ultion, ‘This mannerism is a discount upon the Bostonian drawl. As Bernardus, Mr. De Belleville could do something, but he isconsistent! Te keeps his part on a level with the rest. Ida Muelle, as the dumpy page, is cunning but vulgar. Were it not for Grandmere Virot’s ** little dificulty in hearing,” the audience would soon contract her back-ache and a worse tired ache. A ROSE NOT A BUD, “Our Joan” proved a boomer for Wal- lack’s. Why? There was nothing original in the plot? We have seen Miss Coghlan in similiar roles, and scen her at her wo Granted, But then we did not go expecting to be edified or amus We went to satisfy our curiosity—just as we order all the in- digestible, dyspeptic dishes ina French Cafe —to see what they are! Curiosity is the ful- crum upon which the majority of our acts, Christian and otherwise, pivot. We are curious to nd to do. erhaps it is this commendable, doubtful motive that incites Miss Coghlan to take to the road. ‘There is nothing of merit in ‘Our Joan;” not even the merit of being in relation to Miss Cogh- lan’s style. She cannot look, does not act, the injured innocence role. You might as well expect Jumbo to dance the minuet, ora blase New York society man to blush to order with true rustic simplicity and con- fusion, as expect this fully developed Rose to look the tender budling. ONLY A MOUSE-WARMING. The Lyceum holds its own. Of course it does! Why shouldn’t it? There’s nothing in this country to compare with it. Doubtless THE JUDGE. it will be without a rival for years, unless its proprietors, ** The American Theatre Build- ingand Manufacturing Co.” should construct a more artistic, delightful, homelike theatre for some other manager than Mr. aye— say, for instance, L avid Belasco. Mi not? Revenge is sweet. When Tue JupGeE extols ‘The Lyceum, he will be understood as refer- ring to the structure. If ‘* Dakolar” holds its own—that’s all. It certainly does not hold the audiences spell-bound, for frequent ly in the strongest, most unnatural situation, hear a “suppressed titter or half audible whisper. Notwithstanding Mr. Makaye’s undeniable knowledge of art, he has failed to give the public a dramatic harmony in this new scheme. We feel a clashing between the vironments and the wishy-washy spiritless, play. We are at a loss for an apt comparison until the curtain rises—beg pardon, until the portieres are drawn—upon the fourth act, then we recall a multitude of similiar cheap chromos in expensive settings. Before us is the great, gilt frame speaking for itself, and the lifeless figures inside speaking for—fame or money. Which, if either did Mr. Belasco receive? The plot of “ Dakolar” Mr. Mantell ditto. Mr. Frankau as Noel is the excresence of over-acting. Miss Allen's speciality is a harsh grating voice. By con- trast therewith, Sadie Martinot’s bright, silvery tones are like flute notes after a buz saw, If there is anything attractive about the whole performance, Miss Martinot con- stitutes the attraction. | Misses Grey, Banks Sheridan, Johnson and Saunders, pupils of the Lyceum school, did well for amateurs, but we do not pay amateur theatrical prices at the Lyceum. housewarming “ Dako- lar” was a suce! but asa future attrac- tion is familiar to all. Where did Cleveland? Who savagely pulled his cat's tail Now he es But his pl And ive a cough What made Samuel Lover? Ex ator McDonatp, of Indiana, shamelessly vociferates ‘‘I am a lawyer, not a politician.” But we give him the credit of not having the hardihood to admit to being a Democrat in either connection. There is a spark of shame left in many a lawyer that we do not suspect. A CORN SONG. “Great aches from lttle tor felt the rueful ** pains of love, The direful pangs of woe b But both are fully equalled by A corn upon one’s toc A fiery, swollen, bur Upon a fellow's toe, corn th that aches ean always be you know by will knit < ever A wounded heart in time will heal, And sad tears cease to flow ures for corns” Which T have tried, but Oh! There's none that ever long cou Or cure my painful toe, And not another ill of lif Has ever plagued me Smile as you will, you who at ease In dainty boots can go, But could you feel the pains I've had I trow f would take You'd curs And wish Old Nick himss The corn upon your toc Who sold Sir Walter Scott? Briefs Submitted. ‘Tue shot gun generally recovers. ‘Tue schooner is a very good ship of the desert. A TEL the appl Tne standing joke of political parties— Political Economy. We understand that Rev. Joseph Cook never so much as bids a friend good morning without accompanying the bid with “a prelude on current events.” CivitServicr Boarp you consider the greatest n England ever produced? ir Walton, the great mathemati- cian—discovered the right angle worm.” TALE—the story about shooting cENE—‘*Whom do n of science that YounG man, don’t run away with the idea that you are doing a praise-worthy thing every time you turn over a new leaf. It altogether depends on what sort of book you happen to be reading. Suppose it happens to be the new edition de lure of the * Arabian Nights,” recently bounced by Comstock? By the way how many of our young. sports- | men who are always on the lookout for | muddy waters to fish in, were aware that the venerable Arabian Night’s Entertainment could be so vastly entertaining before the sanctimonians gave them the hint? What did Whitelaw Reid comicbooks.com