Puck — March 1877 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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. Te CRANE, THE COMEDIAN. MAN of truly humorous calibre is a EXC rarity. ‘The average low comedian on -Os> the stage is a creature of tricks, contor- tions, and antics. Humor that doesn’t bubble forth as fresh as a mountain rivulet, is not the genuine article. The humor of the comedian whom Puck's album presents on this page is of the fresh, bubbling kind, and hearty Laughter follows in his train. Mr. H. H. Crane, who is now playing Col. M. T. Elevator in “Our Boarding House,” has proved an enjoyable ac- quisition to the Metro- politan stage. His early performances with the Oates Comic Opera Com- pany introduced him to us as a burlesque actor, endowed with a remark- able spirit of fun, and his stbeequent perform- ances in comedy have proved his versatility. Mr. Crane was born in Boston, but gained his brightest honors in the West. The character of Col, Elevator (the one in which we here present him) is well adapted to display his amusing qual- itis Mr. Crane, off the stage, is a jolly and gen- ial companion, and he sparkles in his own lines almost as much, as he does iu the play- wright’s. We hope that the appreciation Puck shows for him in thus publishing him for the benefit of a host of smil- ing admirers, may not overwhelm him too com- pletely—but serve rather as an agreeable stimulant to further deeds of mer- riment. Wattack’s has engag- ed a diterateur to write its advertisements. “‘ M: Awful Dad” is now hold- ing the boards, and the announcement is made that the “‘ Victimized Son,” the “Love-sick Bachelor,” the “Fiery Dutchman,” ¢f a/., are acted to perfection by Harry Beckett, E. M. Holland, J. W. Shannon and others, This is a very pretty way of epitomizing the features. ‘The Wallackian journalist might go further still, and say, that the ald-headed orchestra-leader, the mild-mannered super and the pensive pro- perty-man, all do their duties, and combine to cerned.” BEEcHER likes Hayes, What does Hayes make the play a “triumph for everybody con- | THE MAJOR'S BABY’S TOOTH. “Cynrita,” said the Major, warningly, “you'd better look out, or you'll wake the baby.” “She's awake already,’ said Mrs, Schottguhn, | and so she was. Leaning over the cradle, the | Major encountered the baby’s smiling eyes, and | met with his face the soft little groping hand. | ‘The wearied, fretful look had disappeared, and | . T. Elevator. | happy, childish gleefulness reigned instead, and | | in another instant she resumed what the Major | had for a moment interrupted, an earnest effort | to swallow her own foot. “It's come,” said Cynthia. | “Come?” said the Major, “come?—what's come?” “The tooth!” Breakfast over, the Major was permitted to | inspect the tooth, and after searching for about | fifteen seconds, at last his fingers alighted on it, | rt scarcely perceptible to other than a mother’s delicate’ tench the faintest spite thing, just peeping through the 35s as tl int Sa knife blade aiid igh tat ernie of the lower jaw. . “How funny,” said the Major, ‘that this first tooth should come right in the middle of the lower jaw.” “Why, it isn’t funny at all,” said Mrs. Schott- guhn.” “All babies first two teeth almost always come in the middie of the lower jaw.” “(Is that so?” said the Major, and rallyin quickly he added, “an what a wise provision of nature that makes 'them ‘so sharp, So that they can come through with the least possible pain for the baby!” “Philip, don’t be 2 se!” said Cynthia, goose! “What sort of a provi- sion does nature make for the back teeth, that areas blunt and dull as the tops of lead pencils, and yet- which come through much easier than the front ones—' “Er-Gur-rrrrr—" It was the baby that said that, and while Mrs. Schottguhn was burying the little cherub's face in her own the Major puton his hat and slipped out to read his physiological books before venturing on further wise talk about the baby. INVENTING adjectives to qualify theatrical suc- cesses that are failures, seems to bea very general pastime. “Palpable suc- cess,” is the latest way Joe Tooker has of put- ting it. Ifa “Trip to the Moon” is a ble suc- cess, Puck would hazard the question: to whom is the success palpable? “My thoughts don’t come until after I've got my pen lpay hand anid one paragraphist to an- other. “And they don’t come then very often, do they?” was the cruel reply. And they had both been copying each other’s jokes for six months past, ‘Tue two-headed child, bodied children, is dead —thatis to say, are dead. t lived in }, and - at thetime of their birth, it created quite arf excitement. ‘Their mother and its father feel the bereavement keenly. But a child Tike those could not be expected to buffet the frowns of this tumultous world. An exchange says: ‘Snow, accompanied by lightning, fell'to the depth of eighteen inches throughout Ontario last week.” ‘The snow must hare traveled pretty fast to have kept up with the lightning, and eighteen inches is a pretty good depth for the electric fluid. pase of Beecher? [bec ~ comicbooks.com