Judge — October 3, 1885 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Notwithstanding the increasing attractions at other theatres the past two weeks, ‘ Pa- quita,” at the Fourteenth Street ‘Theatre, , has steadily gained in larity. This fact mists muencobwole Kitt Bartley Campbell for the chorus of condemnation of first night critics. “*Paquita” was generally an- nounced a failure by the press—it has been made a success by the public. Deviations | from the stereotyped manner of creating a| dramatic climax were made to appear mon- strous absurdities by the critics—and ap- planded by a perverse public. ‘The many really strong situations in the play were ig- | nored by the press—and accordingly recog: | nised by the public. ’Tis the old, old story over again of news- Roper judgments going by contraries, like dreams. Miss Kate Forsythe, in the leading role of “Paquita,” has been the recipient of more newspaper sympathy than often falls to the lot of one actress, because of the al- leged inconsistent part she was made to por- tray. Inconsistent as it was pronounced, the audience recognized in it a character to which many a wife in society poses as a model. Mr. Fred de Belleville’s role of the in- jured husband of the play affords opportu- nity for the display of dramatic powers such as are not frequently offered, and it is the barest justice to say thut he makes the most of them. “ Paquita” will be followed by ‘ Peril; or, Love at Long Branch.” Miss Forsythe, Mr. De Belleville and Mr. Pitt will have leading parts. Mr. Bartley Campbell’s pluck in presenting such meretorious per- lormances in a theatre handicapped with the prestige such as the Fourteenth has. Ia- bored under is deserving of the support of the public and the approval of the press, New York should Le proud of a stock com- pany containing so good material, anywhere at any time. Chicago is jubilant! Next week Robson and Crane will be there with their splendid production of the farce ‘‘The Comedy of errors.” Our western fricnds should be pre- red for a surprise when they see what has n made out of this extravagant farce— one of Shakespere’s least original works— by the putting on and performance of these Americans, (By the way, it is a mystery how Shakespere came to call this a comedy, since its principal incidents are possible but wholly improbable.) Robson and Crane are always sure of their welcome and suc- cess in Chicago, where, indeed, efforts have been frequently made to keep them perma- nently. With this play we may expect them to fairly storm the town. New York has been liberal in patronage of them, but Chi- cago will equal us in that respect and dis- tance us in heartiness of applau! This last tribute will inevitably increase the merit of the acting. For a comedian, more than any other actor, draws his inspiration from the responses of his audience. ‘* The jest’s prosperity ever lies in the ear of him who hears it,” and of all sad products of tongue or pen the saddest is a joke whose whose point was lost or not acknowledged. A Chicago audience habitually gives a comedian more of this than a New York audience does, It is fair to say, however, that more enthusiasm is displayed at The Star as ‘The Comedy of Errors” draws to its close than its earlier audiences allowed themselves. Everybody seemed at first to be waiting to see if everybody else approved and applauded—not Robson and Crane, not Shakespere—but the unusual magnificence of the display and stage setting. These features of the production farnish an edu- cation in art and archwology, the effects of which education have already become some- what apparent upon Star audiences, It was a source of regret to the McCaul clientele that last Saturday night ended the season of this popular company at Wullack’s There is something exceptionally satisfying about all of Col. McUaull’s productions, His company is generally good, and Mme. Cottrelly decidedlier. Te ‘would ‘be gratity- ing to have this company always with us. Why doesn’t Mr. McCaul bay, build or rent a house of his own in New York and settle down? During this week both of his com- panies are hard at work rehearsing for their | opening in Philadelphia and Pittsburg in “The Stikado” and ‘Black Hussar” re- spectively. Lesser constellations have been visible above the theatrical horizon for some time, but next week three noted stars appear;” of what magnitude remains to be tested. There can be no more just comparison be- tween the cold, statue-like Mary Anderson and Mme. Judic of scintilliant, brilliant light, than between Jupiter and Vega. Each | beautiful in degree but of different kind. But between Margaret Mather and Mary Anderson doubtless many contrasts will be |drawn, Each young, beautiful, gifted. Each well managed, playing the eame plays, in the same block, at the same time. Cer- tainly, here is a delight for analytical judges and sentimental youth, Margaret Mather opens in ‘‘ Romeo and | Juliet,” expensively costumed and set— thanks to the liberality of Manager J. M. Hill and the good taste and skill of Alfred Thompson. BLUSH OF ROSES, He. Ah, roses rare, sweet roses rare Upon her soft, round cheek. How dainty such; would thy pure touch My passion could bespeak. She. Ab, roses rare, how would he glare If be were bere to see— ‘The roses red I softly spread From saucer on so free. A PORTRA IT OF 1843, 1 wonder who you really were! By your sweet eyes I can infer ‘You must bave raised a social stir, In “43. What havoc then you must have made, With hearts at foot-ball perhaps you played, Did rival draw for you their blade, 1 Simplicity? un. know you went to ball and rout And tea-drinkings beyond a doubt, ‘You flirted much the dance throughout, Now didn't you? The gallants all obeyed your voice, A wish of theirs made them rejoice, Of lovers you could have your choice, Who come to rue, m. And looking on your picture, I Could wish that you were standing by, Trip from the canvass sweet and shy Once more alive. Or that kind nature would repeat A face and form like yours so sweet ‘Whom it would be my luck to meet Tn '85. comicbooks.com