St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-01-09

After SlammiDg each other about in a
reckless fashion they retire. but soon
come back again. One has bottle of
settler. which he squiIts in the others
face, which furnishes him with good
excuse for going through the motions of
swimming. thereby provoking hilarious
laughter. There is something so in
tenSely ludierous in the makeup of a
settler bottle that it never fails to set
the audience wild with merriment. The
muSical-mnke business is another joke
that ought to go. In this act the stage
is set with tables filled with cOw-bells,
flower pots, tiddles, horns. banjos, and
other Stringed instruments. First a
natty young coon, in a dress suit and
tall pampadour, comes in. He is
greatly surprised on beholding the mu-
steal instruments. but, as he Is expect
ing friend who is late he will, with
the kind permission of the audience,
amuse himself for little while. He
proceeds TO PUNK some on mandolin,
and while doing so tough-looking coon
with gripsack comes in. First he asks
the dainty coon who he is. and then
says "Who am II" Then he says he is
going out fol- fifteen minutes, but he
will come in again in a quarter of an
hour, and that when he gets back he
will return. either marry me or be-
come my wife ~ eXclaimS the dandy in
tragic tone. Then they both sit down
ami play guitars, and every few mo-
mentS the tough coon gets up and kicks
the other moke.
Do you remember how ''Listen to
My Tale of Woe got to being sung by
every company that came here? 1t had
been sung something over 800 times con-
sreutively in this city when along came
Natural Cas-" one of the greatest
farces on the road, but the first thing
one of the company asked when they
arrived is Have they sung My Tale
of Woe up here much?" The shock
nearly caused me to lose my position.
L mean from the chair l was sitting on.
The motto singer is the goriest fraud
in the whole pack. He has song of
his own composition, containing seven
teen verses, about John l.. or the police
force. He always leaves the stage at
the end of each verse, but comes back
bowling and smiling, with or without an
encore. The only item worthy of no.
tice in his act is the bouquet he wears
at his buttonhole.
The variety artist invariably prefaces
his or her performance with Ladies
and gentlemen, with your kind permits
sion [ will now endeavor to, etc." and
then goes ahead and makes the attempt
without waiting for the desired permits
sion. And q sorry endeavor it is, too.
They never finish turn at one sitting,
but chase themselves in and out of the
wings several times. On the last come
back they pull off their wigs, to give the
world an idea of how they look in pri-
vate life, and then retire, smiling their
happy acknowledgements.
Mike BreSlauer is going to give me
some points on how he packed the Wash
ington rink three different times at 81
per pack each time to exhibit the same
pugiliStS in the same contest. When he
does Ell tell what l don't know about
prize fights.
Then there's the serio-comie. the pleas
ing and viyacious queen of song, in
vocal gems. She also ought to be sup
pressed, and the man who writes her
songs arrested for compromising fell
ony. She comes out i'll a short dress,
with green harp stitched on the front
breadths. While she is perpetrating a
song the orchestra puts on full head
of steam. either for self-proteclion or
for the benefit of the audience. 1t also
saves the vocalist the humiliation of
wearing rubberS on her voice, which she
would otherwise be compelled to do. She
generally sings sob, Why Did They Dig
Mas Grave So Deep" or Lay Me on
the Hillside With My Head Toward the
West" When finishing the last stanza
she always sneaks over to the wings in
an apprehensiye manner. ready to dodge
at the last word. Some day she may
forget to do this, and retribution will
overtake her.
The Irish comedian, vocalist and
dancer is another disturber of mental
equipose who should be laid upon the
hillside with his head toward the west.
But still he always catches the Gallag-
her. GibbenS, Murphy, Hayse gang. |
believe that's what it's called. He is
sometimes billed as 1.-The Irish Night
ingale in Emerald Gems" The quality
of his gem is doubtful, and the emerald
tinge thereof is the greenisiI-blle fun
gus of age. He wears fiery red whisk-
ers, battered plug hat, green cape coat,
corduroy knee smalls and hickory
club. And his face is a glaring viola
ton of Chief Brackets Sunday closing
ordinance. According to the pro-
gramme, this versatile genius will en-
deayor to portray down-tredden and
badly miSrepreSented race in its true
and loving character. Then he sings a
quaint Irish ballad about a terrific
night down at Casey's rattle,
where number of true Irish
gentlemen such as Patsy Cardiff, etc.,
whom he names in the song. all gel
their heads broken and were hauled to
| Jail in the patrol wagon. The comedian
has no visible facial deformety, yet he
! always sings out of one side his mouth
and his upper register ~savors of sore
! throat. After doing a few neat JIG