Los Angeles daily herald. [volume] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1873-1876, 1874-06-14
ADoLPHUs PERKINS
School Entertainment.

We regret to state that the. attend
ance at the entertainment given last
night for the benefit of the Spanish
School was quite small. Notwith-
standing this Encouragement the pro-
gramme was excellently carried out
and gave the very best satisfaction to
those who were fortunate enough to
attend. The "Reign of Darkness"
and the "Reign of Light" tableau
by Misses Jessie Peel, Lille Milliken,
Emma O'Melveney and Carrie Prud-
homme was a beautiful scene. Miss
White sang "Driven from Home" in
character, and acquitted herself with
great credit. "The Gamblers Wife,"
rected by Miss Levy, was also very
fine. Mr.. Saxon made good hits in
his recitation of the 1.-The Vagabonds"
in character, "The Bells" and Mrs.
Caudle's Lecture, and he took the
house by storm in his limitations of
Madame Anna Bishop and Miss Anna
Elzer. The amateurs who assisted in
the entertainment performed their
parts with unusual excellence. One of
the most creditable efforts of the eve
ming was the original poem recited by
Miss Yda Adds. Through the kind
ness of the writer we are enabled to
present it in full. The lines are shorn
of half their beauty by losing the fine
rendition of Miss Adds, but still con-
tain merit sufficient to make them
welcome to our readers. The poem is
as follows:
TWO SCENES.
Gaily sngeth Spanish Lola,
Standing in the old zdguu,i,
Where the brilliant tropic blossoms
Fall her cool retreat upon.
Lustrous, silky, thick and ebon
Hang her braids of sweeping hair
Scarlet blossoms of granada
Twined among its meshes there.
Dreamy Lola looks and listens,
Pauses in her low refrain;
But she hears no nearing football,
And the song begins again.
Rustling are the palms above her.
DrOwsy is the hum of bees;
Lola waits to meet her lover
Mid such lulling sounds as these.
Eighteen Summers knoweth Lola,
And not one of them can tell
When her heart beat not in gladness
At the coming of Manuel.
Tall and brown is Manuelto,
Strong and brave in pride of youth,
And Lolita trusteth wholly
In his vows of love and truth.
Dusky hair and scarlet blossom,
Olive cheek and throat eff pearl.
Song of love and note of swallow,
Slanting sun on form Of girl.
This the scene within the patio.
Turn we now where, far away,
Cruel on the dusty prairie
Shines the Scorching sun to-day.
Clouds of dust rise thick and sitting
On the quiv'ring summer air;
Shout of ,ider, ne igh of palfrcy,
Minglc with the sound of prayer.
Here the lurking, wild Apache
Fell, with arrow kean and true,
On band OF very tfaV'lerS,
Worn and armless, braVe-but few.
And the savage gains the battle,
Pushing on with demon vel;
Twang Of bow, nd targets rattle,
Like band OF tiendS from hell.
There. beside the tramped roadside,
Pierced with arrows ihro' the breast;
Damp his brow with cinging death-dew,
White the lips that Lola pressed,
Poor Manuel lies sorely wounded,
WOun led truly, unto death;
For his eye is fixed aud glaring-
Short and broken comes his breath.
Fierce the warriors strive around him
But he hecde h not thoir cries.
''.ARGP{ i1ldi'e! Santa Mo!
"Loia!" murmurs he, and dies.
All in vain, waiting Lola!
Is thy watch for poor Manuel;
You shall meet, but soon or later
None on earth may dare to tell.
Put away the scarlet blossoms,
Don the robes of grief and loss.
Only this remains, Dolores:
Ills the blessed Savior's cross.
Aside from the good cause for which
it was designed, the entertainment
merited a much better Endorsement
from our citizens than it received.
Mr.. Saxon at least has shown his good
will for the cause of his school, and
has furnished most enjoyable even
ing for his patrons, and to him we
a1vo ri his iuSf mead of cradit