Life — April 2, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE-: Mrs. Fo: Twere’s Mrs, BLUEPOINT—SOME LIKE HER, BUT SHE LACKS REPOSE, I THINK, Mrs, DeB, (who got her money late in life): 1 SMOULD THINK THEY'D LET HER SLEEP AS LATE’S SHE'S A MIND TO. SLUSH, MUSH AND GUSH. HOSE who find delight in other people's agony should pass an evening with “ The Pharisee” at the Madison Square Theatre. Three acts of anguish is cheap at a dollar and a half. A bull fight is nothing to it. Moreover, a bull's capacity for suffering affords | cope for honest merriment than that of a sensitive woman when properly baited. Through the three weary acts which constitute the piece, an unfortu- nate, but well-meaning female, with whitened face and darkened eyes, parades her hopeless and exaggerated grief. With this lady's assistance the melancholy audience are allowed, for three wretched hours, to wallow in a sickening sea of misery and woe. The play is a clumsy tissue of hack- neyed situations, embellished with threadbare sentiments and maudlin emotion. * . . AS exquisite bit of unconscious humor comes to us in the shape of a dramatic criticism in the Boston Evening Gazette, Speaking of Mme. Bernhardt as La Tosca, this critic in- forms his readers that “no lesson is taught; no principle of life is illustrated; nothing profitable to thought is evolved.” If this gentleman insists upon going to the theatre, it is per- haps our duty to warn him against saying too much about it afterwards. It is also our duty to state, in justice to Sara, that in visiting Boston, she probably had no intention of en- tering into direct competion with the local clergy. AN INTERESTING REVIVAL. HAT a jolly little touch of the inquisition they had in Ohio! The Rev. Howard McQueary was forced to leave the Epis- copal Church because certain details of his belief were not identical with those of his bishop. To speak of a bishop as “an amoosin cuss”’ is a lib- erty LIFE could never take, even if it tried, but this partic- ular bishop ought to be sent to bed and deprived of his candy for a week. We can imagine him as a boy saying to acomrade: ‘ You are a horrid, nasty thing, there now, and if you don’t think as I do you shan’t play in my yard!" But it must not be supposed that Mr. MacQueary is guilt- less in this matter. There is conclusive evidence that he has been thinking. He is even accused of a tendency to Unitar- ianism. Now Unitarians are hopeless and confirmed think- ers. They not only think, but they arrive at conclusions, and if Episcopal clergymen were allowed such unbridled reasoning, there is no foreseeing where the mischief would end. RATHER DIFFICULT. ISS D.: Angelina, why don’t you marry Lieut. X—? Miss A,: First, because he has no brains—and he can't ride, dance or play tennis, What could we do with him ? Miss D.: But he swims beautifully. Miss A.: Oh, yes—but one can’t keep one’s husband in an aquarium you know. MA: George told me last night I was his little duck ! ETHEL: He probably discovered that you were no chicken, CURE FOR INSOMNIA—Four rounds with Sullivan, comicbooks.com