Life — December 12, 1895 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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*-LIFE: THE CARELESS RIDERS. knee deep in briny tears, half the chairs would be overturned, her golden hair would be hanging down her back, and the chandeliers would be vibrating with her sobs. Miss Nethersole does it as a woman in real life might do it. Her heart is breaking, her shame al- most stifles her, her tears flow, but her task is before her and she goes through it with the intensity that keeps grief and shame and all emo- tion within the bounds which all but the low-bred know as second nature. It is not a pleasant performance, but it entitles Miss Nethersole to the leading place as an emotional actress on the English-speaking stage. Her support is fair—no more. Mr. Leicester seems to be sincere. He cer- tainly is good-looking, but he lacks grace, and his deliv while in the main good, is at times very faulty. Miss Effie Shannon is—Miss Effie Shannon, Miss Emmerson is the possessor of a speci- men of that fine old English brogue which is the principal present ornament of the American stage, but which is al- most unintelligible to American audiences. In the present case we do not know whether it is the Lancashire, York- shire or Derbyshire dialect, but it is certainly not Greek to us, for we understand a little Greek. We hope Miss Nethersole will soon find a great play suited to her talents. * . * M* DALY opened his season with a revival of Sheri- dan’s “The School for Scandal,” performed with the perfection of detail which always marks his productions. Miss Rehan’s well-known rendering of Lady Teazle has lost 387 none of its grace and humor. Mr. Daly promises several new plays and adapta- tions, among the latter one by Max O'Rell. Metcalfe. HORSE AND HORSE. LD PRINKS (the Sguam Corners store-keeper): Looky here, Jay! I'll have to knock off half a dollar of the payment for that last bar'l of apples you sold me, on account of the rotten ones in the middle of it. What makes you put big, fine apples at the top of the bar'l an’ no-account ones in the middle ? Jay GREEN: Same reason, I guess, that you comb that long lock of hair over the bald place on top o' your head. HE FOUND IT ouT. HE WIFE: John, didn’t you feel like a fool when you proposed to me? THE HUSBAND: No; but I was one. “Why, FRep!” “Way, Sau!” HOW COULD YOU, MR. PRESIDENT? HE recent brutality of President Cleveland weans LiFe away from a loyalty which has never wavered nor weakened since his first appearance on the political horizon. We have defended him against the attacks of his enemies; we have believed and do believe him honest, courageous and clear-headed, but the wanton outrage of which he has publicly proven himself guilty is one we cannot forgive. His high office only magnifies his offence, and its influence as a bad example will be widely felt. We refer to the numerous violations of the infinitive contained in his recent message.