Life — April 11, 1901 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE MARCH OP THE STREXUOUS CIVILIZATION. Vale, Winter. OOD BY, O Winter. Fare thee well! Farewell to all thy ills, To plumbers and pneumonia And grip and buge coal bills. Farewell to all the hothouse things For which we've had to pay; To deadly dinners and cold feet, And opera and play. Farewell! And let's rejoice to fee! That, with thy snows, We still may keep in debt to buy My lady’s new spring clothes. vanished To Vary the Monotony. NCLE SAM: How are you getting on in the Trans- vaal? Joun Buti: ’Ow h'are you gettin’ hon in the Philippines? “Say, Johnnie, let's swap jobs for awhile. Nobody'll notice the difference.”” Salammbé. A PREMIERE at the tail end of the season at the 4X Metropolitan! On the 20th and 23d of March ammbé" was seen and heard. The eye was more pted than the ear. Flaubert's master novel is the mother of this Re opera, ‘The child resembles the mother in most particulars, but, being cut out for a different career, has its own characteristics. In the olden days the chief thing of an opera was the music, of rather the singing—plot, action and stage were minor details. Things have changed. y tainly want superior singing, although of another kind. But READ, You BEGOAR!