The Opelousas journal. [volume] (Opelousas, La.) 1868-1878, 1874-03-27

coURsETH OF THE DRAMA.
Me, an John Potter an JET Clarke cum
to New Orleans one time on thunderin'
bust, an nuthin would do but | must go
with nm to the Saint Charles Threatre.
l didn't like the idea much, but !
knoWed, what a durn set of fools they
was, an so thought it wouldn't do to
let um go by themselves, for they mout
glt into skrlmage an git slapped into
the callaboOs. Clarke he insisted |
should go, for SEE he, was thar once an
saws old Junius Brutus Booth play Three
Eye Dick, or some sich blasted name-I
forglt adzackly which-an' the way he
rIorred an pitched an made things howl,
beat a Ghoctaw 1njun all to eternal
smash They are gwine to play tile same
thing tonight, SEE he!
| Then John Potter, he spoke up, an sez
ne, JEFF Clarke, you ar the durndest fool
ever sec. That thing what you saw
ole Booth play was Richard three
times, flor | see Imprinted that way on the
show bill.
Well, we went into the theatre, an
Clarke an Potter they wanted to go way
up to the top Of the house, an hire three
spy glasses, SO as we could have splen-
dlferous chance to see everything at
Onest.
Sez to them, sez |,
BLAST YOUR FOOL SKINS,
amt you got sense enough to know that
them spy glasses would cost us four bits
apiece
The dingnation yeu say, sez Potter; if
they want to come sich a swindle as that,
amt in!
So we struck straight coat-tail right
squar' up to Whar the Teller sat what
scrapes the hoss fiddle, an tuck our
seats. We hadn't bin thar long before
Potter he got tired of sittin' down, so he
goes an gifts o stradile on the rail which
the n1usiciOners they sot in front of it,
an sed he liked it better than a cheer.
He hadn't bin thar half q second when,
the people they commenced whOopin'
an hollerin' an hissin' like q parsel
Of geese, an the fust thing I knowd, q
perleese he cum up an told Potter if he
didn't git off thar in 8 mint, he would
slap him in the calaboose e.-4
Potter, he got down quick, tell you,
an JEFF Clarke he looked like he was
skeered amost into eonniption fit!
Well, we sot thar about mint waitin'
for the curtain to rise, when Clarke he
got tired an slaps both his feet up on
the top of the railin',
AN LAID BACK IN HIS CHEER,
to take rest.
In less than no time the people up
stairs in the boxes, an all over the house,
commenced hOllerin' out, Boots, Boots,
as loud as they could holler, a pintin'
their fingers at Clarke, an a latin fit to
split. Clarke he didn't know at fust
what it all meant, an when he hearn
the racket, he turned round to me an sez
he Archy, what's all them blasted fools
lafin' at? ..a
When told him, he lifted his hoofs
often the rail quicker, an il he didn't
look sheepisfi, | don't know
AFTER a while the curtain it was draw
ed up, an whole passel of fellers they
cum out, all dressed up with paint ani
feathers, like q lot of Choctaw Injuns at
q bali play.
The feller that took my eye, was a
chap with a hump back, a piece of red
tape round his left leg, which he had
prehaps lost 'tOther one, an a butcher
knife
HUNG TO HIS SIDE BOUT A YARD, LONG,
This teller was named Gloster, an
when he just cum out he commence
BLOWN about the weather an sed he was
discontented in winter, but q little boy
of New York would make it glorious
summer, purity quick, or words to that
effect.
He talked good deal bout the clouds
that lowered over his house, his brows
with wreaths ON un1, an his ole swords
that had been hacked to, pieces an hung
mp for monuments lgin the wall. He
sed the war was about over, an the sol
dars, instead of mounting "bobtailed
steedsn to skeer the inemy, had tuck to
danein' an playin the flute!
As for him he was " not much for sport
for beini so durned ugly, he'd go an try
to be elected King, an SEE he,
NY fust step shall be on Henry's
headln He said that purity savigeFous,
an then Etrntted off like o turkey gObler!
I soc from his eye that thar was gwine to
be the very old boy to play, so / lay low
till they showed out another scene. |
Scene LEI. King Henry vi In his bed |
rpoIns layin' down fast asleep an snorin'
like a stemebOte.
IN CONES A LIEUTENANT
without knoekin' at the door an the |
King h6 jumps up, skeered amost to deth |
an trimlin' all over like a dang swaller- |
in q fish bone!
He then axes the Lieutenant if that's |
him an then ups an sez he's had the |
has had the orgllest kind of |
dreams, an wants q book to read. The |
Lieutenant hands him a pamphlet often |
the shelf; but before he had time to put /
ON his gpectaekt ktaeles, in pops GlOster,
IOokin' as sayigerous as meat axe
GlosJer tells Henry howdy, an sez he
hopes he don't intfnde!
But you do, though, seZ King Henry. |
GIOster then tells the Lieutenant to |
make hisself scarce, an he backs out
quicker than wink.
The King then axes:
q What bloody scene has Roeious now
to act But / didn't see Roci0ts, an j I
spOse he was left 0Hten the play on a
purpose, or off on a bust. Arter they |
had iawed enc another for about O mint,
GlOster he hauls off an atabs King Henry
right through the bread basket, an he /
falls down kerhop! When Gloster see
the claret runnin' he wanted to know
whether the aspiring blood OF
y LANCASTER WOULD SINK
In the ground He then goes up an
stabs him agin, an sezle. Down, down
TO hell, an say sent the thitheri" JEFF
Clark he wanted to know IT that was
sure 'nuR stahbin, but ! told him it was
Ill make -peTtend, an that satisfied him.
Arter Gloster had settled the hash of
King Henry, he tuck a notion that his
brother, Clarence, stood In the way OF I
his bein' King, an he Bwore by gum he
would put his light out, too, the very
first chRnce.
s L afterwards found ont that Clarence
liked whisky, AM would get on q bust