Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-09-29

to German marriages will call forth groans;
that the Duke OF Westminster, "Chsrley"
Beres ord, Buffalo Bill, Boulanger and John
L. Sullivan are intensely popular, and that
the one man who is sure to be hooted more
than auy other is the unfortunate Henry of
Battenberp. At the Alhambra Music Hall
the introduction of a United States soldier
carving the Stars and Stripes among the
representatives of all other nations calls
forth the loudest and longest cheers.
GOOD old h'Americar" Is what they
rather incorrectly yell.
But in the meanwhile McDermott has
finished his song, bowed to q tumultuous
chorus OF groxfs and cheers which follows
the Gladstone verse and comes off smiling
and looking at his watch. He has ten min
utes 10 spare, and / ask for that length of
time to hear the next singer, Miss Bessie
Bellwood.
"Everybody's Bessie" and "Good old
Bessie is what Miss Bellwood is fondly
called by the Young men with briar pipes
in the pit promenade. This does not mean,
however, that she is old, nor, / regret to
add, that she is conspicuously good. Miss
Bellwood is one o, the most picturesque
figures of the London Hall. She is pretty
in an impertinent sort of way, has very
good voice and can give better
imitation OF the cockney lassie than anyone
on the London stage. This may be because
the Bow Bells never rung over greater
cockney than her own iair, impetuous self.
When she gets very angry she has an alb
rupt way of using her fists. Once she used
them on a well-known New York man in
the Gardenia Club and only three weeks
ago an unsympathetic livery stable keeper
had her at Bow street for slapping him in
the face. The Marquis Vaudeville was
mixed up in it some way, the cab proprietor
having called at Bellwood's house to collect
a debt from the bankrupt lord, who was
there and who showed him out OF the wav.
Cabby showed back and Everybody
Bessie" who happened to be hanging on
"Uncle Kim's" arm, slapped the audacious
dun in the face.
THE LADY DUNLo.
We go to Charing Gross next; small
hall with as clever people as one sees In the
more swell places for more money.
From Charing Cross we strike East to
the Royal, in Holborn. This is not large
theater, hut its bill is very strong. Itincludes
J. w. Rowley, who sings a very beautiful
song called IA Starry Night" The audi.
ence always call for this as soon as he comes
on, and he sings it very effectively with the
lights turned low. The greater part of the
audience join in the second chorus, singing
it so tly, and the effect of the 800 or 400
mems voices singing together in the dark
ened theater is very striking.
The Sisters Billion iollow McDermott It
is a happy conjunction of royal perscnages,
for Belle Billion, the tairest OF the sisters, is
the present Lady Dunlo, having married
the eldest son of the Earl of Clancarty. of
the Oldest peerage in ireland, and the
only lord who sits in the Upper House as
the peer Of the three realms.
Al.k H. =
others that young Dunlo is an idiot. In
any evenE he married her few months ago
and the next day his father, the Earl, packed
the bridegroom off to Australia in O sailing
vessel With his tutor. 1t is understood that
a special act of Parliament provided as a
protection for weak-minded sons of re-
spected families will annul the marriage be-
fore Dunlo is of age, He is now 19.
1t is long drive from the Royal to Har-
woods, but McDermott thinks we should
see all sorts of music halls, and so, although
it is late, we start at once for the far East
End of London. The driver loses his way
twice in these questionable surroundings,
but bobby sets him right again.
Even the stupidest policeman knows Hsr-
woods.
A TOUGH RESORT.
The dirty, ragged BOYS who fight to open
the brougha doors are so dismayed at the
sight of McDermott that they forget to ask
for a copper, and gaze after him in wonder
as he hunts up the proprietor. The proprie-
tor is young man. and seems much graft
fed with the visit OF royalty. "All the boxes
are full tonight" he says, "but fancy you
came to see the place more'n the show.
There's some prize-fghtin' chaps In the first
box. I'll ask 'em to make room for you. Tell
your friend not to mind if the boys don't
like your clothes" We come into the box
from the back, and in a second 600 OF the
worst faces / have seen during a two years
dilettante experience in crime are turned on
US. There are no seats in Harwood's,
only long benches which allow the
strongest man to shove his weaker brother
of the end into the aisle if he wants room.
The place is packed as closely as the street
in front OF a newspaper Office on a Presi-
dental election night, and so per cent of the
audience-they are all men-have prison.
clipped hair. They apparently don't like
our clothes, but the presence of Tott Wall
and Fred johnson and Harwood himself
probably prevents them saying so. As it is
the middle-welght champion tells us that
we're las safe as il we was in the Tower of
London" 1t is only pence for q seat in
Harwood's and 6 pence for box if one
wishes to be a swell. There are two per-
formances night, one beginning at and
one at 9. The audience bring their fried
fish and bitter ale with them and MUNICH and
drink between the turns.
One can better afford to miss seeing st.
Paul's Cathedral than Harwood's.
This ended my ride with the King, but I
took several later with his prime minister
Thomas Holmes, who is to London what
Tony Pastor is to New York and William
Gilmore to Philadelphia. Holmes told me,
and we terward verified the statement by
examining the list of licenses, that anyone
who happened to be fond of music halls
could visit different one nightly or one
year and three months, SUNDAYS included,
and never revisit the same hall That gives
one an idea Of how large London is and how
popular are these places Of entertainment.
RICHARD HARDING DAvIs