Life — September 3, 1908 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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One More Season EJOICE, ye first-nighters, and burst into song, The maskers and mummers are coming along. Rehearsals are going from morning till night; Zach manager's praying that he has guessed be The critics are gathering near for the fray (The " ad"? manager tells them just what to say). Rox offices yawn; speculators prepare For the harvest. Let's scrutinize the bill of fare. The musical comedies (they're here galore ; John Bull and Chicago send them by the score) With glitter and crash usher in the new season: Librentists, why always without rhyme or reason? Then follow the comedies; these are assorted In two lots, some homemade, but mostly imported By Manager Charles; or By someone who's scornful of critical raps, The books of the moment are all dramatized— A host of Best Sellers. Do not be surprised Should they drop out of sight with a sickening thud; A frost often nips the book-play in the bud. The stars are appearing to light the White Way; John Drew's being fitted for clothes—and a play. Belasco’s discovered a few actorines: Who cares for mere acting when sumptuous scenes And oodles of “atmosphere "* show us what can Be done by a capable property-man? adapted,”” perhaps, Here's Hackett and Sothern, both striving to part Matrimonial bonds. As a First Aid to Art, An ancient but ever effective resource, Commend me, O Muse, to the gods of Divorce. Nat Goodwin's on deck once again to redeem His laurels, not even a “ succes d’estime Has been his of late. Will we see Nat appear THE GREAT WHITE Way ‘LI PE In the theatre Maxine's aspiring to rear? Clyde Fitch has accomplished six dramas polite, And bosses rehearsals for half of the night; While Walters, when not counting box-office pelf, Gives out pleasing interviews—all on himself. The mimic world wakens: ere long Wirter’s hammer Will lustily pound the American “ dramnie Then on to the play! How the dear public pants To put up its money three weeks in advance. The play of society, tragedy. farce, The musical “ show"? where the raiment is sparse; Ade, Ibsen—whatever you chance to prefer Is here at your pleasure. Seats, $2.00 per (haps). Come, hasten into the theatrical mart; We'll witness once more Commerce posing as Art. Arthur D. Pratt, What Became of Warden Goode EORGIA! Ge-o-0-o-rgia! Are you there, Georgia? What became of Warden Goode, who whipped to death a sixteen-year-old boy at the Durham Coal Company’s convict camp in Northwest Georgia? Here's the story : cn a year in the penitentiary for stealing two cans of potted ham, the boy one day spilled some hot coffee on a pig belonging to the warden, Keith says he was held down by two men while struck him’ sixty-eight lashes with a heavy strap. The boy had to be carried to the hos K he died. The death certifi- Excuse us, Georgia, but the story makes us interested in Warden Goode. Was he inconvenienced at all? And it is true, we hope, as reported, Georgia, that you are about to abolish the hideous system which has been so long a scandal in several Southern States, and under which such dreadful cruelties have happened. Medical Maxims T'S an ill wind that blows the doctor good. To err is normal; to cure divine, A patient in the office is worth two in the grave. Never operate during pe- riods of depression, par- ticularly financial. It is hetter to have oper- ated and lost, than never to have operated at all. A stitch in time saves em- barrassment. An ounce of pretension is worth a pound of cure. When patients relapse, it's nature's fault; when they die, it’s their own. F you take advamage of your opportunities you will acquire a competence; if you take advantage of other people's you will be- come a millionaire. comicbooks.com