Puck — September 19, 1877 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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at Newport, I will take no re- vist!" oF Vanderbilt informs me that Bi BES f is always a knife and fork and a place in Sacer) Senvice™ ati the «Grand Opera | 17) tse deserved, and. that they ?diné; a0"7 month with us House. 5 wy A és _“ tf Frencu, the publisher, has secured “Stolen | ° ‘clock; or Astor reproaches me for forgetting Kisses” for America. to call—then my happiness will be complete. ‘At Niblo’s, the “ Wild Flower of Mexico” | . But unfortunately my circle of acquaintance blossoms until further notice. is limited, and—well, if the truth must be told Tue WILLIAMSONS opened to an immense | —it's limited both in style and means. Often while walking along Fifth Avenue, I contem- e last Monday night. More anon. : ue; T's iradeeae REBUN Ais new play is to be done | Plated the elegant mansions on either side and = baler iahuhes : fnine | wondered if I should ever enter their magic Philadelphia, next month, by the Union | ¥°" I i in Philadelp y portals, and tread the Axminster carpets of the re ‘Theatre company. | sere ENE, Rocense sensational play of | €legant departments as an honored and wel “Jasper” was brought out at the Bowery The- | Come sucst. ee ree atre last Monday with great success. P Certainly at present things didn’t point very ‘AINEE’s new company, with that fascinating | [@vorably in this direction. | Lknew nobody higher socially than a dry ima donna at the head, is doing well at jut prima 6. goods commission merchant who called meet- a th’s. Puck has a character portrait of her | § _ 7 ‘ tS ae in hand : ings of his creditors at intervals as short as e “THe CRUSHED TRAGEDIAN” rises to re- | “hey were regular, 5 mark that seats can be secured at the Park ‘The- | 11 daushters were well enough in ¢ ln may: 1 atre two weeks in advance, and you had better | but the whole family was very far removec f from the “upper ten”, the arcana of which secure them. “A ; class Iso longed to penetrate. Besides they Tue San Francisco News Letter says: “It Fine serge pages the will delight our citizens to hear that a new play | Hed pn tne cast side in 4 not very fashionable has been written for Mr. Aibischer inwhich he | R¢ishbourhood, and T always felt constrained is killed in the first act.” when making a call, for it is not pleasant to Errir Gerston has a good part in Bour visit people, however delightful they may be, new comedy at Wallack’s. So, whatever « who are always troubled with the res augusta of enjoyment there may be in all other respects, | 2”; and then I questioned whether it was this role will do its duty. the thing to countenance a man who was in a Commopore ‘TooeR has wiped off the | chronic state of burstup, unless of course he briny from his beautiful beard, and is manag- | mde @ grand Napoleonic smash which neces- sarily commands respect. ing Heller. ‘There is a suggestion of the eternal n : . fitness of things in this announcement. h ne was YOUne ad hopeful, and I believed Rominson Crusoe” is the latest and best | Mab t Syauld ok aivays, De a Suranger (0 at of the Thompson troupe burlesques at Wal- | 14st wealthy, if not fashionable society—the opportunity must sooner or later present itself, lack’s Lydia,in her new costume, is as radiant as the two moons of Mars rolled into one. and T would seize it. Amonc Max Strakosch’s engagements we ‘The conductor, after poking me in the ribs find the name of Miss Sadie Foster, an American RS the ag approved inte g aint order fe contralto, whose voice is highly recommended, | Ob&in my fare, proceeded to administer the She is said to be the original of “Sadie Dar- | S2™¢ gentle treatment to the stout gentleman ling.” who sat next to me. Ricnotp is trying to get an opening at the a nese) balers Jortheomiag, Bat ae pallet & New Broadway ‘Theatre. Without his wig, Mr. | TO! of not overclean greenbacks from his pocket, and then said: Rignold is not the charmer he was once sup- | PoC! i 7 aw posed, and the feminine heart doesn’t yearn as | ‘1 don’t got notings but five-doller bills. it used to. The conductor meekly replied, in a soft I silvery voice—an excellent thing in conduc- “Tye Dantres” still urge on their sanguin- | Silver ary career at the Broadway ‘Theatre. James teria — db Ghee W. Morrissey, the treasurer, says they are doing jen I guess you'd better get off 0” this “a sanguinary good business.” The remark is | ¢@"-_D'ye think I carry the United States mystic; but we hope so. Treasury in my pocket to change your five- Ir Boucicault intends to call his new comedy bzartironpt & Weed Te thet 1 “ Marriage,” he had better be informed that a | ,, isp rae to the fat gentleman, play by that name was done by Jas. Stecle | "0 wee white Mackaye, some years ago, at the St. James Dank yer—all right—dat's goot—ven yer Theatre, in 28th Street. Marriage” twice | Komms to my place I'l gif yer der five cent. would be “Bigamy,” and that’s Florence's new Don’t mention it”—for I had not appeased piece. the conductor with any ulterior motive. I am naturally kind-hearted and courteous, and fond of peace, and I would have paid anybody’s fare to avoid high words.” eee “Ya aber come and see me any time yer like, tel E WAS a very stout gentleman with a | my vife or my tochter will be dere ven I am be rollicking air and an unmistakable Teu- | not. Everybody knows me— Schmidt, numero five hundred and —, Fifth Avenyer.” . tonic cast of countenance—not strik- ingly refined. He had a ruddy complexion, Fifth Avenue! Fifth Avenue! And soaristo- little blue twinkling eyes and light hair. He | cratically far up-town? Fifth Avenue—here looked rather mild tempered, and his fat | was the tide in my affairs, which, taken at the cheeks betokened good living. He wore a blue | flood, would lead to fortune. Now had I an flannel suit and displayed a large solitaire dia- | opportunity of realizing my heart’s fondest mond in his shirt bosom, and his round head | hope. was surmounted .with a not ‘very. expensive How blind I was not to see that the stout straw hat. ; : foreign gentleman was a large capitalist. Now _ We met one morning, about half past nine, | I looked at him again—real estate, bonds, and in a Broadway car. dollars, seemed marked in every line in his face. Iam young but ambitious. My salary down | ‘Truc, he might have been but a few years mak- town is exeedingly small, while my aspirations | ing his fortune, but what of that—he had are proportionately great. I want to shine in | made it. society. I want to know rich and fashionable I remembered, too, that I had heard the people. When the time comes that Belmont | Schmidt's spoken of large sugar refiners. will say “(look here, Smith, comé ‘and stay a 1 took leave of Mr. Schmidt in Broadway, MY FIFTH AVENUE ACQUAINTA II after he had exacted a promise from me to call on him in Fifth Avenue. I noticed he entered a bank, of which he was doubtless a director. I allowed a week to pass, and had ordered a new suit of clothes in which to pay my visit, after mentioning casually to some of my fellow clerks, and my Second Avenue friends, that I didn’t think I could see any of them on such an evening, as I was going to spend it with the Schmidt's on Fifth Avenue—‘‘quite intimate friends, you know.” ‘The information had its effect, and I could see that I rose twenty-five per cent. in their estimation. The evening I had fixed for my visit found me at half-past seven got up in my new but rather expensive suit, in.quiet but gentlemanly style. I had spent all my ready cash for these things, and had run into debt for the latest in stove-pipes. I'gloved my not unshapely hands with a pair of light-yellow English kids. Dent’s best. With ylang-ylang on my hem-stitched handkerchief, a red rose-bud for a boutonniére, the final survey of myself in the glass was emi- nently satisfactory. This ought certainly “to fetch” the fair Miss Schmidt, I involuntarily thought. Suppose I were to marry her. Sup- pose I were to become a member of the great sugar-refining firm, and belong to the Coaching Club, the Union Club, keep my stud and yacht, and to play polo. ‘The expenditure of five cents had rendered any of these things possible. In the bright moonlight I slowly walked up Fifth Avenue, whirling my cane. ‘The clock of Brick Church, at the corner of 37th street, struck eight. I had time—it would not do to appear too precise for a first visit to the Schmidt’s—a quarter past eight would be about the correct hour. I had still half-a-mile to go. I reached the block where the Schmidt mansion was situated. My heart beat as whose would not beat under similar circumstances. Ah! this was the house. I ascended the stoop, and was about to ring the bell when I suddenly discovered that I'd made a mistake. It must be the next house. But no! that wasn’t right cither. Could I have forgotten the number? Impossible—anything but that might pass from my mind. I’d thought of little else for a week. I would ask where the Schmidt's lived, for he said everybody knew him, Irang the bell at another mansion—the negro servant didn’t know anybody of that name. Iwas almost in despair, but these niggers were so stupid I would inquire elsewhere. I walked back again to the corner of the block near some stables and smaller houses. I asked a fellow who was standing at the door in his shirt sleeves, smoking a pipe, if he knew where Mr. Schmidt lived. “Schmidt ?—dot’s my name.” 1 raised my eyes, and oh horror! recognized my car companion. of “Vell, sir, vat can I do for you?” I was in a cold perspiration, but I mumbled out something about a car. “Oh! ja! ja! I owe yer fife cent, come in.” Schmidt was the proprietor of a lager beer saloon at five hundred and —— Fifth Avenue. “Adolph, gieb mir fiinf cent,” and the nickel wet and sticky with lager beer was forced in my hand, ruining irretrievably my new gloves. “My tochter ’s gone to the Atlantic Garden mit her feller; but dot’s my vife,” said Schmidt —pointing toa very homely fat woman who was talking in a loud tone to two dirty Ger- man mechanics who were playing euchre. ~ I could say nothing, “Vat ‘ll you take, a schooner?—Adolf, ein pony und ein schooner.” I know I sipped the beer, and I know I spilt the remaining contents all over my new scarf, yest, and trousers—I know that I frantically rushed out of Schmidt’s saloon, ran a mile to my boarding-house and tumbled into bed. en c— ~~ comicbooks.com