Life — October 22, 1896 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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“REJECTED!” insists on going to the front and gets run over by a cable-car in his first battle, and the Eden-Muste Confederate general, are Mr. Gillette’s, but they seem a good deal more like the usual Frohmanesque appeal to the pockets of the matinee girl and second-gallery god. In the details of its mounting the piece seems true to life. The military atmosphere is strongly apparent, and, to the generation after the war, scems accurate. The cast is fairly good. Mr. Gillette assigns his own abilities to not quite the usual number of cigars, and to the part of a Northern secret service officer whom President Lincoln, with his knowledge of human nature, would have doubtless put in command of the Damphool Brigade instead of giving him a commission in the secret service. The typical Southern girl is really typical, and is charmingly portrayed by Miss Odette Tyler. An excellent bit of work in a small way is the Lieut. Foray of Mr. W. B. Smith, who’ reproduces most faithfully the char- acteristics of the old-time telegraph operator. Except hat Miss Amy Busby is unusually weak as Edith Varney, the heroine who causes all the trouble, the rest of the cast is not noticeable either way. With all its faults, ‘‘ Secret Service ” is interesting in these days of nambi-pambiness, and is particularly noticeable because it is a Southern war play without a sound of ** Dixie,"’ and has no choruses of plantation darkies. * * * HOSE two noble organizations, Anthony Comstock and the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, have just had a falling out because cach one thought it was purer than the other. The result is the production at Hoyt’s Theatre of a play by Mr. Archibald C. Gunter, entitled ‘‘A Florida Enchantment.” Mr. Gunter is a gentleman who is in litera- ture for revenue only, and some of his books have had large sales. The book from which the play is taken was bad enough, but the picce itself is so disgustingly filthy that it is the only thing which could make one wish fora reconciliation between St. Anthony and the temperate ladies. Metcalfe. REVENGE!" THE CATCH, PRINCETON, AHOY! HIS week Princeton College celebrates her attainment of the mature age of one hundred and fifty. years. Seven notoriously erudite professors from foreign parts lec- tured to her last week and filled her choke full of the most abstruse learning. This week her purpose is to have fun. Her sons will come to her in crowds and mightily extol her in their utterances. Her fatted calf will be killed, and any jars of New Jersey Falernian that may happen to be in her cellars will be broached and kept open. Her old men will make speeches and her young men will see visions. She will swell out from the collegiate condition into the full stature and dignity of auniversity. She will recall the modesty of her origin, and all the record of her glorious progress under Burr, Witherspoon and McCosh; she will dwell on her fidelity to Galvin, her Revolutionary patriotism, the wisdom of her elders in council, the might of her younger sons in football and in war. Hurrah for Princeton! Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero pulsanda tellus, nunc high in the air let the hat be cast, and the waistcoat with orange and black alternations be encircled. We are with you, Princeton. Whoopitup! May your shadow never diminish nor the lustre of your stripes be abated. Respectable as your maturity may be, in your vigor you are young. Glorious as your past is, your future will be still greater. Be good, be great, be wise, be happy, and good luck to yau ! comicbooks.com