Life — February 4, 1897 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: BEYOND HOPE. Nod: Bilter must be a hardened wretch. I don’t suppose the sight of any torture would make him quail. Topp: What makes you think so? ‘He tells me he loves to see his wife bathe the baby.” WE see in the Homaopathic Envoy that: The bacteriologists have been examining the oyster and find that he causes typhoid and cholera and all sorts of infectious diseases; they have found that an average oyster served in “first-class restaurants’ con- tains a minimum of 44,000 and maximum of 880,000 germs. Think of that! you reckless creatures who step up to the oyster-bar and take your half-dozen on the shell; if lucky, you have BANG UP, 5 only swallowed: 264,000 a> = . germs, or it may be you have within ne so ” you, as a result of your light lunch, ULL JUST DRINK THIS AND END MY TROUBLES NOW. 5380000 germs. This contemporary also tells its readers in the same issue: Once a man could drink a cup of water from the hands of Maud Muller, or a glass of milk at the farmhouse, and go could justify its selection by {7/1 a H his way rejoicing and vigorous; but now Miss Mather. On the degree [244 z , he must have his individual cup, the of this magnificence would re: = | water must be boiled, and the milk the greater part of the com- 47 Se sterilized. Perhaps in the future we may ment on the " Cymbeline” , have sterilized poetry, disin- wensn't. i iy ,s — =——— fected romance, and carbolized = = * - . Sunshin HICAGO seems determined to put its foot down on the theatre hat, and every- af body knows that when “Quick, WIFE, THAT you BRAT HAS SWALLOWED A QUARY Chicago puts its foot OF MY DEVELOPER!" a-week actor? There is a good deal of this sort in""Cymbeline,” and therefore nothing but magnificence of production **T TOW did you get on with your skating?” THE ONE WHO GOT IN: Oh, swimmingly, down itis a very _ weighty matter indeed. If imprisonment is made the alternative for the fine provided by the Chicago aldermen, the Windy City’s bastiles will soon be crowded with ill-bred women. . . * R. MARION CRAWFORD and Mrs. Francis Hodgson Son Burnett are the latest additions to the play-writing fraternity. Their experience will be watched with interest by a number of book-writers who see dramatists rolling in wealth and cabs, while publishers’ checks grant them only the luxury of pedestrianism or the cable car. If all our actors take to the variety stage and all our authors take to writing plays, what will the greedy theatrical managers and grasping publishers do to keep out of the poorhouse? And who will act the plays the authors write ? + * * HACKERAY'S ‘‘ Henry Esmond” is soon to be produced in stage form by Mr. Sothern. Thackeray's greatest characters are so delicately and subtly drawn that it would seem an absolute impossibility to picture them on the stage so that they could a be recognized as even approaching their originals. The experiment seems little likely to succeed, unless the dramatist and actor take such liberties that Thackeray himself can be absolved from all connection with their creation. Metcalfe. THIS STOFF