Life — January 12, 1893 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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

HE revival of La Cigale at the Garden Theatre is draw- ing good houses, and it well deserves the success. Lillian Rucsell, that full flower of conscious beauty, doubtless has admirers, and among the most earnest it is safe to place Lillian Russell. She is always handsome, and her clothing is tich and fits to perfection. If it were possible, however, for that lady to take less interest in herself and more interest in the character she is supposed to represent it would be a great refreshment for the audience. * . . NYONE who knows anything about French literature must have noticed a remarkable state of affairs in the American book-trade—which some people think is American literature—during the past two or three or four years. French books which, less than a decade ago, any American publisher would have been ashamed to put on the market, translated, are now sold freely and at prices which bring them within the reach of the most poverty-stricken person of depraved tastes. The stage has always been a little less straight-laced than the public at large, but even the stage is taking some longer strides towards the French standard under the encouragement given by the change in public sen- timent. For years the “ Demi-Monde” of Dumas, //s, has been known to every student of French literature, but it is only just now that it has seemed a suitable piece to put on the American stage. Both, as the Baroness Blanc’s ‘ De- ception,” and John Stetson’s “ Crust of Society,” it has failed to meet with popular favor. Unfortunately for LIFE’s opinion of the popular taste, the failures seem to be more due to the inadequacy of the productions than to any public sentiment against nastiness, \° four million men have asked me LX That same question in that way ; And from the fact that I myself Have watched it day by day And been recommended lotions By most every chap who's called— Why—in answer to your question— I'm aware I'm getting bald! “AH—SAM—SAM—WHAH YO" DOIN’ S'MORNIN'—MIGHTY QUIET OBER Yo" way!" “T AIN'T DOIN’ NOTHIN'’—I'M KEEPIN’ UP A MONST'OUS THINK- tx’ THOUGH.” “WHAH YO" THINKIN’ ‘BOUT, Sam 2?” “DM Jes! THINKIN’ "ROUT HOW POWERFUL HIGH WHITE FOLKS Is ciTTiN', Goop GORD 'LMIGHTY KIN ONLY MAKE ICE IN DE WINTER TIME, BUT DE WHITE FOLKS, DEY MAKES IT ALL YEAR "RouN'.”” “© A FTER all,” remarked a disciple of the great thinker, “what is Life?” “That, sir,” replied Diogrates, “is a riddle which, in the end, is given up by everybody.” A MORNING WALK IN THE COUNTRY. WE STARTED UP A RABBIT, AND AWAY IT WENT THROUGH THE WEEDS AS FAST AS ITS LEGS COULD CARRY IT, AND SOON AFTER WE CAME UPON A LAMB THAT RAN EAGERLY TO MEET US, comicbooks.com