Life — January 27, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ae | ew York were on the tiptoe ot expectancy on Tuesday night, when Mr. Augustin Daly fulfilled his promise to present Shakespeare's farce, the “Taming of the Shrew.” There wasa tendency among them to doubt the ability of the company to do justice to the poet's | work, but this was soon dispelled, and even the critics were seen to applaud. The Petruchio of Mr. Drew, whose characteristic buoy- ancy was peculiarly appropriate to his rollicking conception of his part, was a noteworthy performance, as was fully | attested by the rounds of applause which recalled that gentle- man before the curtain. Miss Rehan—who, by a strange unanimity of the critics, | was set down as physically unequal to Katharine, and who, it may therefore be safely assumed was personally adequate to the undertaking—has rarely appeared to greater advantage. Such faults as can truly be attributed to her were more largely due to Mr. Daly’s adaptation than to any personal short- comings. The love-making of Mr. Otis Skinner's Lucentzo with Miss Dreher’s Bvanca was a charming feature of the performance, while Mr. Gilbert as the philosophic S¢y, Mr. Clarke as the Duke—alias George Jones, according to Mr. Joe Howard — eae VERBUM SAP. A WARNING TO CHOLLY NOT TO BE “CARRIED AWAY” BY THE FASHION, FE: carried nicely such honors as the Induction afforded. Mrs. Gilbert and Mr. Lewis made much of small parts, and the genial Charles Fisher was as vigorous as ever as the unhappy individual who was responsible for the shrewish bride. * * * HIS is the second and last week of Miss Helen Hast- ings’ engagement at the Union Square Theatre. This pretty and vivacious young lady from over the sea, comes among us with an honest reliance upon her own merits, that is most refreshing after the many besmirched stars the | mother country has been sending us of late. Miss Hastings | has a pleasing manner, and is sincere and unaffected. Al- though the play itself is very amusing, it is not of the deep- est profundity, and we hope her talents may soon vivify | something less farcical than “Pen and Ink.” She can cer- tainly do it. NOT RECEIVING ANYONE. IFE (¢o sick husband): A gentleman down-stairs, John, wishes to see you. SICK HUSBAND: I’m too sick to see anyone. WIFE: It’s the minister, John. | SICK HUSBAND: Well, I am not sick enough to see him | yet. ENERAL BOULANGER recently toasted President Cleveland at a French Banquet. If the war minister would go a little farther and broil | Bismarck, he could make himself an Emperor. HE costumes at the Charity Ball covered a multitude of shins. A PIECE OF EXTRAVA- GANCE. | OUNTRY EpirToR (so- | liciting a subscription) : Now, my friend, the Weekly | Bugle contains all the latest | news of the day up to the hour of going to press, and costs | but one dollar a year. Can | you afford to do without it? | CITIZEN (hesttatingly) : | Well, it may be a trifle ex- travagant for a man of my limited means, but I'll try to. W* can only account for some of the costumes at the opera, on the ground that the ladies think that when they go to the diva’s they should dress as the divers do. RAY hair being fashion- able, elderly ladies never say dye. comicbooks.com