Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-14
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been one of the prettiest gatherings of people
in the Berkeley Lyceum that 1t has ever
been my good fortune to see. This little
jewel of an amateur playhouse, set so incon-
sistently among lot of stables and tene-
ments on Forty-fourth street, is quite the
most luxurious and sparkling place in the
world when the clever boys from one Of the
colleges come to town to show what they
can make out of dramatic art.
The Harvard Hasty Pudding Club is so
decidedly talented and entertaining that
when it announced the production of a
burlesoue called 1.-The Freak, the Trump
and the Friar," the Fifth avenue girls
ordered new gowns and hats and got ready
for q genuine racket I must say that the
result of their efforts to form a charming
picture in the theater was entirely success
ful. Such an ecstacy of dainty gowns was
never seen before, and such big bouquet
of radiant faces could not be reproduced on
any other occasion. Nearly every maiden
in the audience had sweetheart somewhere
on the stage, and they all regarded the per-
formance with a personal fondness and ex
citability which rendered the scene one of
unceasing autter and intensity.
NEW YORK BEAUTIES.
In front OF me sat an interesting pair of
girls, each lovely in contrasting ways, and
each attired like dreams of puresartistry in
-delicate-tinted gowns that ended some dis
tance below the short and saucy curls on the
back of their necks. They were discussing
their favorite colleges, and the blonde gir
was championing Yale. She declared that
Harvard was all well enough until Yale
competed with them, and then, whether in
football, baseball, boating or theatricals
Yale could easily leave them out of sight.
The brunette hotly denied this as malicious
slander, and the gentle conflict went on
much to nv entertainment. Each girl wore
her fayorite's colors, one being decorated
with bunch of crimson roses and the other
with deep blue violets.
As the burlesque progressed the argument
of the girls ceased. The blonde was inter-
ested, and when she got up on the very edge
of her chair during song by a very hand
some student her companion pulled her
back, and remarked sarcastically that she
was showing considerable excitement for one
who did not think Harvardian could be OF
anv consequence. The blonde fell back
petulantly and said that she believed the
handsome young fellow was really from
Yale.
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Our seats were close to the stage and,
strange to tell, the eyes of the blonde girl
and those of the fine looking student on the
stage met before the play was finished, and
1 suppose there must have been mutual
recognition of interest shown by both
parties, for the blonde girl began to bob
about in her chair with distinct glee and ex-
citement. The brunette was watching her
closely with a cynical gaze. just as the
curtain fell on one of the acts the young
man looked down into the eyes of the blonde
with most expressive display of admira-
tion, and then he was king, in spite of his
college and her colors. After the applause
by the audience of the finale, the brunette
girl broke two of her reddest roses from her
bouquet and passed them without word to
her blushing friend. The latter fastened
them under her chin, then turning defantly
to her companion said:
circumstances of which we know moth
ing doubtless compelled him to go to
Harvard, but his prDper sphere was Yale" )"
"Whose proper sphere?" inquired the
brunette, pretending Ignorance Of her
friends meaning.
1.-The proper sphere of the only handsome
man on the stage, and, have no doubt the
only handsome man in Harvard" /" replied
the blonde, spitefully.
The war ended right there and at the
saying that Yale was of course delightful
college, while the blonde was acknowledge
ing that she had no doubt that all colleges
were delightful. Harvard fully as much so
as the others.
This was only one incident of strictly
beautiful occasion.
OFF FOR EUROPE.
The great American tourist would rather
take up his bed and walk than perform any
other acrobatic feat in life. He is going
abroad earlier this season. Every ship that
sails this month has Its complement of pas
sengers. The deck of a steamer on sailing
day is a gay, bright colored little world.
The going and the staying cluster in aspar-
sgus like compactness communicating their
farewells with a curtain of smiles screen
ing the muscularly restrained tears.
Here is a society belle swathed in
an ulster and with a lace scarf
twisted around her neck. She listens ner-
vously to the carefully coined au revoirs of
her favored men friends, laughing spasmodi-
cally at well selected compliments and
clinglng to the hand of her austere mamma.
And here is an actor, his clean-shaven face
paled from night of corvivialitv passed
with his well-meaning friends who are here
in force with hearty hand shakes and the
oft repeated phrase, "0ld man, good luck
to you!'' Then there's the white, fragile
RlIl mulueu IN WOOl1en garments, saying a
pathetic goodbye to an artifcially gay
group. A terrible fatality shines in the
girls ewes. She is bound for the
Riviera, with its sapphire skies and warm
golden days, and is wondering if she will
ever see New York again. Great flower
pieces are lifted over the steamer rail and
they send their fragrance over everything
Many persons are rushing about with glar-
ing eyes, trying to make out if their bag
acreh has hap oh
Soon gong booms through the ship and
some one shouts: Cali ashore that are go
ingP Now the tears are restrained and
wild hubbub ensues as the friends rush
ashore. The big, black ship backs and
swings into the channel, and for a few mo-
ments the nelghborhood is white with fut-
tering handkerchief Then the ding-a-ling
of bell comes over the water to the wistful
gazers, and some of them linger and watch
the huge bulk gather headway and move
away, away, down, down-gone
BOWERS OF BEAUTY.
Mrs. William B. Astor's reception room
is a snug, small. sumptuous apartment that
looks out on Fifth avenue through single
window, cssed in ebony wood, aad smoth-
cred in hangings of turquoise blue silk and
indigo tinted lace The walls are hung In
turquoise silk with a decorative dado and
canvas painted ceiling, and the ebony finish
of the woodwork is as beautifully polished
as piece of onyx. In the center of the
parquetry floor is an odd design of small
in1a in al or