Life — May 3, 1900 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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\ ~sJ 4s a bottle of Clos do Vougeot in coaster, and a magnum of champagne wearing a napkin for a shroud, - 277 HIN An After-Theatre Symposium. > CENE.— The corner tate tn a wellknown Fy th Avenue res- taurant. Alout ilare vated Bes Hor Sarno, Petnonte Surniock Howme Hamuet’s Fatien’ Guosr, and Kos T LAWNEY. On the talle ts & simple supper of broiled lolater, rare- bls, canvas-back duck, paté de fole gras sand- wiches and Camembert cheese, At each place SuenLock: Very sorry, but this 1s tho best [ could do for you in the way of a supper. I dispose of Dr. Moriarity every night and matinée, and have done go all this season, but he has @ good many more lives than the average cat and turns up ularly the pext night, Naturally this bothers me a good deal, and I have not been able to arrange matters as I should like to have done. Petronius, will you obligo me with your hypodermic syringe amomont, Thank you—there—I feel better now, Sarna I don’t understand, Mr. Holmes, how you have managed to stay in New York 80 long and successfully. There is nothing fndecent or immoral about you — except tho morphine habit,—you were not trans- lated from the French, and you haven't been persecuted by the yellow journals, R: And there isn't a bit of tho nt in you for our Jewish lure the Christians with, Sueacock: Very simple, my friends, Now York people come to seo me because thoy like to see Mr. Gillette smoke cigars, cion mo, Ghost, but I think that if Mr. Gillette should appear as your melancholy s0n and smoke cigars in every act of * Ham= let.” New Yorkers would crowd to see him, LeT'S Fatnen’s Guost. No such luck, New York people won't have my son and mo atany price, Not ono ina hundred ot them can understand Shakespeare's lines, Petrronics: Lines? What need of lines when the Neros of the Syndicate provide for the dear public nudity, indecency, tawdriness, and frank discussion of for- bidden subjects? What need of lines, or *LIPE* thoughts, or poetry, or simple beauty for such a debauched public? Rosz TretawNgy: Shame upon you Petronius, you worn-out cynic of a bygone age. Didn't they have poor, simple me for almost an entire season und then revive me for another weck ? Petronrus: Truc, my dear and lovable Rose but it wasn't New Yorkers who went to see you, Perhaps a few did—for there are a fow left in the older generations who relish @ wholesome, natural play You wero kopt alive for tho most part by out-of-town people. You were too sweet and clean, tou little sensational, for the average yellow- journal-devouring New Yorker, BEN Hun: What are you objecting for, Petronius? Now Yorkers go to see you. Petnonivs: ‘They don't come to see me, nor you cither, on account of our art. It's only because we're flavored with a little sacrilegious religion, that the same people who would crowd a tent to see a two-headed calf, rush to behold our chariot races and dancing - girls and spectacular scenes They don't care for dramatic art, and wouldn't know It if they saw it, Sarno: How do you explain their going to see Sherlock? Pernon1us: Not so modestly as he does, If he could smoke cigars with his ears and eyes and get the yellow journals to picture him and interview him about it, his clgar- smoking theory might hold. The fact is, Sherlock is a shrewd fellow, who knows the public is always interested iu a detective story, if It is clean, ingenious and not too lurid, Sherlock was clever enough to devise such a play and suit the leading part to his own individuality, He let himself be guided by bis own ideas instead of by the Byndi- cate’s, and that’s the reason he's a suc- cess outside of their methods, Sapuo: Thore, dears, you are all right, bat Tam get- ting very tired and must be going. Is there anyone among those present who will carry mo up- stairs? Petuostes: I will, dear Sapho, because you remind me 80 much of a girl Lonce knew in Rome. You may walk with us, poor, exiled Ghost, and escort dear Rose, and wo will carry Sapho up tho stairs of Ben Hur’s house to the roof, where we will watch for tho dawn of a brightor theatrical day. Sugncock: And I will stay below to square things with the yellow journals and the police. Metcalfe, LIPE'S BULLETIN OF THE THEATRES. The Amcrican.—Legitimate light opera, lish, Broadway. * @ fairly inter- esting spectacular play founded on’ the life of Christ, Calculated to catch the money of persons who do not mnind seeing their religion used a8 a theatrioul attraction, Academy of Blusic.—" Way Down East.” Rural drama of tho realistic sort, likely to Pleaso the easily pleased. Fifth Avenuc.—Josoph Jefferson, the boy actor, in :, now play calied “Rip Van Winkle.” Daly's.—“' Tho Runaway Giri.” A slight story 8st to pretty and graceful music. Well sung, funny, und well acted. Wallack’s,—"' Bupho.” Not a good drama- tization of Daudet's book, Handsomely produced, but existing only by virtue of the persecution started by the yellow journals, The New York,—“ Quo Vadis.” A band- some und interesting spectacle based on Christian history in the time of Nero, Appeain to the samy people as “ Ben Hur.* Herald Square,—""Quo Vadis." Not 80 well done, Garrick.—Gilette, admirably reproduc- ing Conan Doyle’s “Sherlock Holmes.” A good place to get thrilled. Garden.—* Hearts ure Trumps." A strenuous melodrama with u touch of the indecent, Empire.—" Lord and Lady Algy.” A last year’s matinée success warmed over to piece out a not brilliant season. Criterion—James K. Hackett in “The Pride of Jennico.” A well-ncted play with astory,and any amount of fighting and killing. Knickerbocker.—' The Bostonians” in "Tho Viceroy.” Light opera above the average in book and music; clean aud well sung. A pleasant evening's pastime, Insurance Agent: REMEMBER, MY FRIEND, YOU ONLY HAVE NINE LIVES, 80 YOU MAD BETTER INSURE BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE. comicbooks.com