Judge — April 10, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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IE — suid week and appears to be as popular as ever There are as yet no visible signs of a falling off in the attend: Along with the perennial hand-organ comes the announcement that Anna Dicktnson is writing a new play. There are several things besides death from which there is no escape. “ Pepita” is a‘ go” in every respect, and is drawing immense houses at the Union Square. Its uninterrupted dash and jollity, fascinating brightness and brilliant staging assure it a long and profitable run The mania for striking reached the Third Avenue theatre during the recent Warde en- gagement. The Roman army, emulating the example of its St. Louis brethren, ‘* went out” and left ‘ Virginius” in unpicturesque loneli- |- ness, One can imagine the disappointing flat- ness of a performance unattended by the mar- tial pomp and splendor of our regulation ; Roman soldiery. i The one hundred and fiftieth performance of “One of Our Girls” attracted a large audience to the Lyceum on Monday night. The de- lightful comedy is now fairly started on its last THE WORST PLACE IN THE WORLD TO SET YOUR WATCH. JUDGE. alf-century, which it promises to wind up in a fitting and successful ner. There is a monotony about the popularity of |“Evangeline” that is particularly refreshing to the management. Its continuance at the Fourteenth Street theatre until the Ist of Mz | need not be a matter for serious speculation. ‘There was a decidedly strong suggestion of malice in a recent newspaper criticism of Nancy & Co.” The writer's disappointment at something evidently foreign to the play was so patent as to render his attempt at moraliz- ing painfully amusing. The Barnum and London circus has been attracting immense crowds to the Madison Square Garden. The chief points of interest lamong the children seem to center around the remains of old Jumbo. “Broken Hearts” and “Old Love Letters,” put on fora brief run at the Madison Square theatre, will give place to the new comedy which Manager Palmer has had in preparation for some time. Many Englishmen protest against knee- breeches. It will be remembered t the JvupGE, as long ago as Mrs. Langtry’s first visit to this country—we believe she enacted Rosa- |* lind during that period—protested against the |same thing. Mrs Langtry isa very beautiful | woman, She has rather too much lip for her chin and her lower cheek, and there is an Jabsence of countenance hardly allowable in view of her lustrous eyes. She fixes her hair according to no permissible idea of perfection, taking in the entire view, and she poses in Jsuch an indescribable way that the careful observer doesn't understand clearly whether she is a Rosalind or a wooden statue created ning’s performance. The Far from e woman of age have that capacity of rotundity at the proper altitude of the womanly continua- tion as suits the artistic eye, whether nature produces it or not. But there is apparently that in buttons which precludes everything of KEEP ON IN THE GOOD WORK. who has been disappointed in a love affair and wishes to purchase something with which he can “ shuffle off his mortal coil"). you really think a dollar bottle like this wretched existence?” ir; 1 warrant it tolay you out cold in fifteen minutes.” Dupe—“ But I'm dead broke; haven't a st—‘'O, well, nevermind that. Iean little generous for such a good that kind. Mrs, Langtry buttoned her legs up with a frigidity of outward appearance that suggested the bare branch and the depth of winter; and if it had happened to her to en- counter the wrestler he would have looked upon her with contempt and enquired, as did the e ted invalid whose clergymen told him to wrestle with the Lord, What! with them legs?” The JupGe has seen the legs of Mary Anderson in the same character and is |delighted with them. They are not larger Y | than those of Langtry, but they are not sticks —they are educated. There is a supple: about them which is the very consummation of art. They are willowy and they have more than the conversation of any other mute, in- animate things of the kind heeversaw. They | stiffen themselves to argument. They bend to appeal. They kneel as if by intuition to sup- pliance. They enlarge to song as if every muscle of them had a heart. Every tear of | their illustrious possessor is followed by an in- voluntary movement on their part as if they had knowledge of the affected agony. The world may talk as it will of the existing elo- quence of Conkling and the departed pathos of Tom Marshall, but give us, above every: thing else, the sweet, symmetrical statesman- ship, the classic comeliness and the theatrical purity and expression of Mary Anderson's legs. There is that in poetry andsong which no man can reach. Wecare not for it. Let it go. But as between the sticks of this one Rosalind and the alert, thoughtful and intelligent ad- vance, retrogression and subsidence of the means to locomotion of the other, heaven vouchsafes but one choice, all the rest of the judgment being mere chaff and disgust, the creatures of the idle wind. By the way, we were speaking of knee-breeches. Well, never mind. ess It is such a pity that such women as Aimee should grow old! On second thought, how- ever, they never do. Annie Robe went up to Albany to hear Ros- coe Conkling, and is mentioned in the Albany papers as the woman of the richest dress in all the richly dressed assemblage of ladies that there attended, The JupGE predicts for Annie comicbooks.com