Life — November 20, 1890 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

LIFE: ss HE UGLY DUCKLING "in which Mrs, Leslie Carter made her début is announced as having been “Written by Mr. Paul M. Potter: Re-written by Mr. Archibald D. Gor- don.” It should be re-written again by some competent person with convenient access to a large and vigorous grate-fire. This is the only method by which its faults could be thoroughly eradicated. Mrs. Carter showed dramatic possibilities enough to entitle her to consideration as an - artist. Naturally her work was crude, A previous school- ing as a walking lady would have added materially to the ease ofher performance but all things considered it was a re- markable one, She acquitted herself fairly well and that in a part which would tax the capabilities of the most talented and experienced of actresses. She possesses considerable force, a mercurial vivacity which is at times almost annoying. and a physique which is attractive and apparently quite equal A to any demands which may be made upon it. IN TIME OF NEED. - —__— “Hey, JIMMY, TIE DE DOG LOOSE, AN' LET HIM GOIN DE WATER APTER A MAN WOT'S TUMBLED OVERROARD !" ISITOR: Rosy, who's that gentleman who just went by? Rosy: Oh, he’s not a gentleman—he's a minister. LEVERTON (42 Dashaway's room): Don't | miss something? Oh, yes; where is that picture of the “ Three Graces" you had ? AN EARLY RISER—The one who is up before the Police DasSHAWAY (sadly): You see that silk hat over there? Magistrate. ‘That's it. _ NOVEMBER now Tuk ImeO THU FRE ISAT A MISAPPREHENSION REMOVED. Lord Runnymede: AW—Miss TWUMBULL, I PAWNCY NOW, YOU WEJECT MY SUIT KE- CAUSE YOU HAVE NO WANK, THAT IS VERWY INCONSISTENT FOR AN AMERWICAN, YOU KNOW. T FAWNCIED AN AMERWICAN GIRL WOULD FAWNCY HERSELF MY EQUAL, AND TELL EVERYBODY MY DIRTH WAS A MERE ACCIDENT, YOU KNOW, Miss Trumbull: OW, XO, LORD RUNNYMEDE, I WOULDN'T DISPARAGE YOUR BIRTH IN THE LEAST. I DON'T THINK IT WAS A MERE ACCIDENT—IT WAS A REGULAR CATASTROPHE. A CLOUD ON THE HORIZON, comicbooks.com