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JUDGE yd perfume in their make-up, They come right out in all their strength of intellect and sinell and fill the vast house with an idea of what might be expected ina jungle where four-legged artists were plenty and cologne scarce By the way, with elephant, a pel and a donk ‘doing stunts” in *Mazulm,” a pair of oxen and a mule playing leading parts in ** Pete,” and a whole pack of hounds and a race horse performing in ‘A Run of Luck,” who can say to what role in the “legitimate” the animal kingdom may not yet aspire ? The asses on the Park and Academy stage may feel a little strange, but never lonesome. The perennial ass in the audience is always on hand to bre: monotony. The battle of Gettysburg is being fought over again at the Union-square Fourth-avenne. Itis notso sanguinary as the old, original contlict, but near 's recommendations for this week A MELODY. D’ jaybird cries fer he's lady in d° swamp. End’ ricebird he whusles fer a rai * En ole bre’r rabbit w'en dl gun gits cleaned He lays mighty clus. for he's long time we'aned En he'd rudder w’ar he's furs den 0 Plink ! F He'd rudder w’ar he's furs den xo pl Hit’s a long time gone sence d’ cotton got d° boll, En «l' coon en d’ possum tree's mos’ ripe Fer U shek down d’ fruit by light ob a” moon, En ‘r tells yo", ole Bose, whad we'll git dar soon, Fold larks ind’ medder ‘gins t° pipe, — Plunk! Pipe ! Fo'd' larks ind’ medder’gins t’ pipe. JUDGE AND THE PLAY. Miss Coghlan—No, L'Abbe Constantin is not Henry E. Mile, De Lussin may not be built for ballet, but for singing she is eleven stories high and a garden on the roof. Martin W. Hi y has been made a life member of the Actor's Fund, and he is a ble addition to that organization. One of the most laughable scenes ima isthat of the camp- meeting wedding which Mr. H n, with the aid ofa virile pen and v festive mule, has built into his new play ‘ Pete. see.” CELERITY EXPECTED. _ MEMBER OF RESCCISG PARTY—"Say. Sniley. dot coon’s got der longest arms ever 1 Uscux Rane (rho has met sith an aceitent)— Mush yo" noise, charht, ‘a dig yo" bes’: The elephantand theeamel up at the Academy of Music do not use pem tlippaha blonge ter malt Clindye ee stemyraon her nak “Heart of Hearts” » Madison-square, “Cheek 44° at the . Anarchy "at the Standard, “Pete” at Harrigan’s, The Corsair” at the Bijou, i Is at Niblo's, and “The Henrietta” at the Union-square. Adele Bel i od opportunity in Steele ' uvar,” at the d, and Robert Hilliard makes the most of the ne that is furnished him. The play isa pronounced success, to say nothing of the best mob that ever mobbed. i ONE WAY TO AVOID ACCIDENTS. “Its perfectly awful, the number of accidents to coasting parties of late,” observed old Mr. Bentley “Somebody is killed altost ev i “Why don’t the bluned fools walk ¢” asked old Mrs. Bentley. EARLY MORNING AT THE PARK. Keeper—' Mr. Crowley, I'm ashamed of you, You've got on a white pique shirt, green cuffs, blue collar, and an old-gold neck tie this mort ‘eh Mr. Crowley-"1 ca it, Jake : der ole woman’s been readin’ ‘bout Berry Wall, an’ says no hushan’ of hers is goin’ ter gi IN THE SLEIGHING SEASON. Aftter, Bowery)—" All ready, my dear + My cutter’s at the door. climl ss QUILTER—" It won't do for me to le introduced to him, Fdgar. You know it took papa a long time co clin SF * me to become engaged to @ tailor, and I'm sure he'd draw the line at an yee. but de chi comicbooks.com