Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1880-11-13

them, now closing them slowly with a
melancholy droop, now opening them very
wide and winking rapidly, which gives an
appearance of brilliancy then half shutting
them, as overpowered with langour, and
softly and slowly allowing them again to
unclose The whole vancouver Is very eff
fective, and is dead set at " the house.
Ny old Frenchnan sat way back, aud my
companion, an habitue of the theater in
early DAYS, remarked "Why, that old
man was young, gay and stylish when |
first saw him, and debonair as the most
debonair young fellow here. He always
went to opera, and in my opera days 1
never failed to meet him when went. He
was good critic, too, and fair one now,
I'll warrant you" The play was g a
Golden Game, queer hodge-podge OF in
cident with nothing particular to recon-
mead itself, and serving to introduce two
gentlemen who have perfect right to take
the road with play if they choose, but
we have better actors already with us who
have not yet looked higher than the
support they furnish so ably. MIR. Ken
nedy, for iI.ecance, supported these gentle
men, and his quiet air of at home-ness on
the stage, his perfect ease and his mastery
OF the minor part intrusted him made him
at once OF equal interest with the stars.
When he takes the character OF fop |
was about to say he wears an appearance
of the most natural idiocy l ever saw, but
instead OF saying SO I'll tell you
GOOD JOKE
They used to have on Howard Taylor.
Everybody knows Howard Taylor here
managed Snowflake wrote Pigeon,
edited the Vallejo Chronicle, and is talking
of an Eastern trip with some original plays.
In an amateur entertainment, long time
ago, he represented the idiot witness in
the play of that name, On his appearance
young miss who knew him was delighted.
g Law, ma p she exclaimed, "don't Mr..
Taylor look natural? Why, I'd know him
anywhere. Being lazily attracted by
the wonderful newspaper advertisements
in to see another new play on Monday
night, this time at the Bush street Thea
ter 1t was blood ard thunder, gallery
delight, knives and pistols improbable ro-
nance, virtue victorious, and health,
wealth and happiness at the close for
every body but the villain, and he W
out and shot himself-in short it was
old days redivivus, and felt myself yc
again as | looked and listened. We ia.a
| seen so much OF the society drama
| laces, its jewels, its high life and its very
distingue heroines, that it is positive en-
| ioyment to sit down to the old style OF
exaggerated fortune and misfortune again.
| By the way, in these travelling cOmbina-
tions did you ever notice how much better
in their line the men are than the women
In this "Ph9nix" combination, now,
there isn't a woman above medioc.
rity, while the men are all good.
Did it ever strike you what
CHASTITY thing it must be to be dra-
matte critic? l cannot imagine going in to
see a funny play or tragedy, to take any
interest in it whatever If it's business.
Fancy going to the theater every night In
the week-why, it's like partridge for
steady diet. Criticism, however, nova
days, would not have been dignified by
that title in the times when criticism was
criticism indeed. Just now it is q little
light, frothy gossip, served up with a
sauce that has a tinge like the " kick " IN
champagne, but '"twill serve" DR., Lord,
who has spent nearly half century amidst
the romance of history-the queer, quaint
little man, with voice like file, gesture
like Ralph Emerson's, and language like
Macauley 's-has come and is almost gone.
His lectures have given US an impetus
toward
A LITTLE SOLID READING,
And for that the Lord be thanked. At
Mrs. VIM. B. Cars the other night he de-
hvered his lecture on Richelieu. and Mrs.
Mariner sang. Tickets, 81 So admit
one. But it was "the cause, oh ! my soul !"
| believe it was to buy a new church car
pet | went in to a Scandinavian enter
tainment the other night, given for the
benefit of the Old Folks Home. spent an
odd sort of an evening. met my man,
who looked like porpoise, and in his wide
collar that night he looked like great,
gross, overfed woman in ruff The Scan
dinavian language sounds like throwing
rocks, it is so abrupt and jagged. The
children were all ont, some OF them asleep
in corners, some held in laps and on Shout
ders, but most wide awake and in the way.
How foreigners do take to children to be
sure. The German always has his at his
Sunday picnic; the Scotchman dresses his
in the tartan and carries them to his Gale
DOMAIN ball, and the Irishwoman takes
hers to the funerals. 9" If you please m,
I'd like to take Mary to a funeral this
Afternoon" said a woman with brogue
to the school. teacher at noon. She's been
ailing lately, and I'd loike her to be goin'
on the ride for the country air" Fancy
going to Lone Mountain for your health
KATE HEATH.