Puck — August 21, 1878 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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PUCK. Lawrence Barrett will play Romeo this season. Applications for /uéiefare not as large as usual. May Davenport plays in “The Open Ver- dict” at the Standard. Although hailing from Philadelphia she is said to possess talent. “Tlurricanes” and “Old Love Letters” constitute the initial bill at the Park Theatre this season. ‘They will go well conjointly, “Mary” ’s a great name with actresses, especially those of the ingénue order. It often takes the form of ‘‘ Mamie,” May,” “ Marie”, ete. Mary ANDERSON is to personate Parthenia at the Fifth Avenue on the 25th, Frank Mor- daunt played /ngomar, the child of the wilder- ness. “La CicaLe” is to devastate the provinces this season in dramatic form. ‘‘ Cigale” means grasshopper, and the nature of the infliction will be well understood in the West. Joaquin Mitier’s idyl of the howling wil- derness, “‘ The Danites,” opens the season at the Grand Opera House, and for two weeks life in the Sierras may be witnessed for fifty cents. Apart from “Olivia” and the fine music of Theo. Thomas's orchestra, New York is bereft of all amusement save “ Whoa Emma” and “Pretty as a Picture,” sung at the variety haunts. Tue “ French Spy” was revived for a night on the Bowery last week. And to judge by the crowd at the Volks-Garden and the smiling features of Wm. Gieselberg, who presides as manager there, the youthful Ham/et did not live—or die—in vain. ‘Tuere is prospective prosperity at the Broad- way Theatre, where Chandos Fulton prevails as Manager. Rose Eytinge is to appear there in October in ‘The Woman of the People,” which she will doubtless play regally and with full appreciation of what the woman of the people should be. Queen Victoria will not, it seems from late accounts, be present at Genevieve Ward’s first appearance at Booth's. As Miss Ward’s notable claim to distinction as an actress is her friend- ship for the aristocracy of Britain, this is much to be regretted. However, we are glad to know that Miss Ward has firmly refused to delay her appearance a single night to accom- modate the ever-tarrying Victoria. If the Empress of India is not on hand at “ Jane Shore” it will be her own loss, not Miss Ward's. Two members of the Wallack company have issued a sort of manifesto to state that they are still with the organization; hence, inferentially, the country is safe. These gentlemen are J. W. Shannon,whose specialty is German utility waiters, and E, M, Holland, who has not ap- peared there for.many months. The rest of the company includes Charles Coghlan, John Gilbert, John Brougham, Harry Beckett, Wil- liam R. Floyd, Walter Eytinge, W. J. Leonard, C. E. Edwin, Rose Coghlan, Pearl Eytinge, Meta Bartlett, Mrs. Sefton, Mme. Ponisi, Kate Bartlett. AT SUNSET. Ir was just the close of day. The west shone in scarlet splendor, and dimpled cloud-ships lay serenely clustered in sun-kissed argosies over the peaceful vale, where all was sweet tranquility. ‘The robin was chanting his vesper song, and the roses dropped indolently in the balmy breeze, and seemed wafted to a realm of deli- cious visions. At this heaven-fraught hour I wandered down a woodland avenue with a girl whose beauty is beyond description, Her large black eyes looked fondly into mine as we sat on a fallen tree. Her soft, jeweled fingers lay in mine. Oh, heavenly moment. I could feel her warm breath on my cheek, for our lips almost touched. She asked me in faltering accents: “Were you ever in love ?” “Never till now,” I replied. And then she looked at me most lovingly, and I drew her close to my bosom, and was just kissing her for the second time when the vision broke, and I paid the dentist and left. It was my first experience with nitrous oxide gas. R. KM. On one of the hottest days last week, the ta- lented author of ‘‘Leedle Yawcoob Strauss” opened his eyes with astonishment at receiving, by express, a box containing three bed-warm- ers and a pair of double blankets, That same night, the statesman of the same initials, whose middie name is Francis, wrapped himself up in his ulster, sat up in an easy chair, and shiv- ered, but slept not. Answeys Yor the Aneious, Sam PATtcH.—Despateh. Haseutine.—Give her up. PHILLiPoPoLis.—It isn’t often that we feel a wild, al- most irresistible yearning to cast off the restraints of an effete civilization; but there are times when we wish we were a Pawnee Indian and adept at disemboweling. We struck one of those moments when we read your para- graphs. X. L. R.- Yonng man, it is your religious training which is at fault. You do not believe in a system of fu- ture rewards and punishments. If you had the fear of sulphur before your eyes, you would never have written that sketch. ANGELINA.—If you will only confine yourself to this style of poetry, you will, to us, be ever dear. May you soon find your Edwin, and «turn "housekeeper: TO “ PUCK.” Ob, dimpled Peck, oh, plumpest Puck, Of faultless face and figure, What matters that old Dame Demure Proclaim you not a rigger? I love you yet, and can't control, ‘My feelings void discretion; T beg your pardon on my knees For this “ouvert” confession. If you've a wife, pray keep quite dark, For I can't help my passion, And really wish your summer suit Was the prevailing fashion. ‘Yours eternally, Axautana, Some people are never satisfied. A western paper, which contains ads. enough to lead one to believe it to be enjoying prosperity and peace, is worrying itself sick in an endeavor to become convinced whether or not the Epistle of Barnabas, contained in the Sinaitic manu- script, is canonical. AN exchange speaks of a western town being nomadic. This is good; now the question which arises is, does this town wear rubber boots or patent-leather slippers in its wanderings ? THE NEW SHILLALAH OF THE IRISH RELIGIONISTS. =