The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-04-11

SAN FRANCISCO, March 81, 1885.
For some weeks San Francisco has
been clean daft In the matter of
music. The enthusiasm-or as By
ron happily named it, "entuzymuZy"
has been simply understandable; not
- wildly burning, with regard TO
Patti, as a year ago, but to that re-
kindled flame the added glow Of new
sacrificial fires in worship of Emma
Nevada, nee Wixom, once known at
Mills Seminary as Wixie. WiXie,
brought up at Austin, Nevada (hence
her pseudonym), is not much of
singer and no actress. Her voice is
thin and weak, though pure. She
has profited all that was in her by the
best European instruction, and will
one day know how to sing; never how
to act. Our anxiety to shine in her
beam is consuming. 1t is felt that
somehow the honor aud credit OF the
Pacific Coast are tangled up in her
vocal cords, the prosperity and glory
of our Western Empire dependent on
the shape of girls lnrnyx. Not Il
Californian but is proud of her. Old
Wix-Iet us call him Nevadus-is
SAID to take it all very geIidly as a
matter of no moment, but with all
appreciative appetite for the profit
of il.
The troupe arrives, the procession
is formed. This is the order of the
march of it.
DIVISIONS NAMED IN ITALICS
Being at the sides: Squad of News
paper men, blowing horns and beating
the big drum. The General Render,
staring. Colonel Mapleson, the Only,
topped with bear-skin shake, -four
ishing baton and brandishIng for
midable eyes. Small Boys, shouting.
PATTI. To left. E1aNmored Male Ma
tiVe8, tremblingI to right, Curious
vi, gins, emotiOned vaguely, thinking
things. Scalchi, Fursch-M adi tho re-
lation to Ell, of Soudan-he spells his
name with a hI. Dotti. Il Small
Boy, slightly lame. EMMA NE
VADA. Batd-he0ded Delegation
from Austin, Nevada, cOpio Lsly weep
ing. Nutive Sons Of the Golden West.
GirLettes and Grey AtWnanae from
Mills Seminary. UoasSorted Forty
miners. General Public. exultant-per-
spiratiOnate. Mob of He-Singers, led
by Neuter-Tenor. Wix. Director Of
Dime Museum, inspecting right side
of Wix. Superintendent Of Wood
sVards' Gardens, considering left side
of Wix. Very SnaaU Boy, bleating.
Ticket Scalpers with Mates and
Young. a Brass Band. Babe. Dog.
Various Italians. A lover of Music-a
German.
do not say that this pageant was
visibly presented streetwise; say
that tn the eye of the spirit that is the
retrospect, the general impression,
remaining in the memory, of
Glonth of Mapleson.
San Francisco proceeded promptly
to harness itself, sweating propheti-
cally from the exertion, to Emma
Nevada's car. Alas, it was empty!
SICK wIXIE.
The foundation of our prosperity.
the buttress of our hope and future,
was greatly swollen, and the tonsils
looked angry too. The glory-appara-
tus would not work. The machine
had to be creased with gargles-
eventually unkeyed and several parts
removed. Daily health-bulletins en-
sued-from Mapleson that she would
sing the next evening; from Wix that
she wouldn't. The doctor, arbiter of
our Western destinies, said nothing.
Meanwhile, sspondency-female de-
spondency in a pink-lined dolma- /
nette, male dependency in claw
hammer coat, as a rule; both at the
opera, jackassing over Patti and the
rest of the lot There came an even
ing when the bird sang. Each audi
ence had been larger than the last
(Uide newspapers, p0ssin1), and on the
first night had been no standing room.
Each had topped all the rest in en-
tuzymuzy, and the first had yelled
itself sick and discharged as many
vegetables as the stage would hold.
When Wixie appeared what were
the poor newspapers to do? what
say2 Their vocabulary had been
drained of its adjectives; the adverbs
had not lasted out the first week.
The run upon their gorgeous-uncouth
substantives had exhausted them.
Ovation" and triumph" had be-
come as meaningless as "hit"-would
no longer adequately set forth the
success of the neanest fiddler in the
orchestra. The critics (erstwIiile re-
pOrters Of dog-fghts aud horse-races)
could not by taking thought add one
cubit 10 the stature of their tall talk.
The theatre would not hold a fool
more than it hal always held. HUI
man lungs had no reserve yells; gar
den vegetables alone could multiply,
and execrable taste execute new
freaks of the fantastic-offensive in
continuing ''fieral tributes"
THERE Is SUCH A THING AS GENIUS. !
The newspapers simply went back
q few weeks and republished, nlutatis !