Judge — April 27, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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OPERA IN CHICAGO THE Auditorium of Chicago, built for po- litical conventions, was in the swirl of the operatic season. Mr. Grau had brought along three soloists of the Metropolitan com- pany from New York and chartered a chorus of twenty-five from a west-side tobacco-fac- tory. With ten German street-bands he had made up an orchestra which blew “ Lohen- grin” out of the sky-lights the first night and silenced the government fog-horn on the break-water. The interior of the Auditorium, built in imitation of the grand saloon of a sound steamer, was brilliantly illuminated. ‘The organ-pipes in the paddle-boxes adjoin- ing the stage were cunningly concealed. It BUSINESS TERM, only needed the usual number of passengers “A foreign draught.” who had been told that there were no state- rooms vacant and a colored stewardess to blackmail them into paying three prices for berths, of which she always has a number to sell to the unknowing. to complete the illusion. Two of Mr. Grau’s principals, the west-side chorus and the combine of little German bands were wrestling with “Romeo et Juliette.” Mr. Romeo was trying, in the dim light of a rising cheese-box with a red-glass front and a tallow candle inside representing the morning sun, to climb out of the upper window, where Mrs. Juliette was hanging in hysterics, and wickEp SILAS AND HIS WIFE'S MISTAKE. make his escape from an irate sire still unconscious that he was a new father-in-law. * Mrs. Havserp— ‘Don't stare at the poor thing, Chicago society was out in numbers. Three separate sets of four-hundreds from three Hiram, Land sakes! to think thet a woman would be:so sides of the-city were glaring at each other and saying mean things about each other's gowns, while the fourth four hundred, from Evanston, sat in silent classic and intellectual scorn. The night became warm, as if to shame the operatic troupe, which in its anxiety to reach the nearest saloon was mumbling hastily through the fifth act. The janitor softly opened several’ sky- lights to cool the air and restore a healthy circulation. ‘As the draught gayly flew in at the windows clouds of soot followed and gently came down on bare faces, arms and busts of gracious matrons, charm- ing divorcées, and peach-cheeked, small-footed débu- tantes. A white population was speedily changed to the natural cork of swell’residents in Sixth avenue. “My goodness!” murmured Mrs. Lakefront from the north side, unconscious of her own meta- morphosis, aristocratically scanning through her field- glasses the south-side contingent on she tier far across the way; “look at them colored pussons in the boxes opposite. And to think of their coming to the opera in de-col-let !" is WILLIAM H. BALLOU. THE COMING WOMAN, Hex nupsy—"* If you still insist on going to your club every night, not getting home till morning and cruelly neglecting me, I'm going home to my papa.” LOVE IN A HOSPITAL. THAT brown-eyed nurse with wavy hair, And voice just like the voice of June, Is false to me—she's false, 1 swear! And fickle as the changeful moon. She lays her velvet hand on me And smiles and talks so softly sweet, And makes me thyill,.and seems to be So pained that I'm not on my feet ; ‘And then when I'm on fire for her, And strive love's impulse to resist, She thrusts a glass thermometer Into my mouth and feels my wrist. Then scores she down upon the chart A rising fever ; though I'm sure "Tis wrong that she who steals my ff -“ heart Should likewise take my tem- perature ! mM. & Tomer, OT one person HIS FEE. in one thou- cE DALY (after the wedding) —"* Now, parson, you done this thing up o. k, *204 knows what to treat_you white. Here is ten chances on a boss faro-layout raffle down Ot to do in an to Brodie’s, on de Bow'ry, De raffle 's next T’ursday.”” emergency. KICK-A-POO INDIAN, comicbooks.com