The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-09-28
BAB'S BRIGHT BABBLE.
NEW YORK's PARKS AND THEA
TIERS LIVELY.

People Coming Back to Town-rhe
Vanderbilts and Belmonts Are Driv-
ing in the Park-YounR Sothern's
New Success-New York Women
Who Are Copying the Partisan Demi-
Monde-What Beauty Often Hides
Dropping Summer Freinds-How a
Woman Cuts an Undesirable &C
quaintencs.
New York, Sept ell am just back TO
town, and l felt as if would like to do as
did the ancient Romans. e., kneel down
and kiss the dust of the city. Newport
may have its glory, Narragansett may be
full of joy, Long Branch may be overflow
ing with shekels, Cape May may have been
honored by the presence of the presidential
party, the mountains may be full of glory
and bears, but FIRST last and forever, give
me New York. l want a place where
people seem TO have something to do:
want a place where the men don't have to
get up at O'Clock in the morning and spend
four hours a day on the train to make the
where-w ith-all to let their wives hirt by
the sea waves, and want place where 1
can get all my papers and books without
having TO pay an enormous percentage on
them.
THE LITERATURE OF BANK NOTES.
The seaside newsdealer is an obliging per-
son-he wants you to take all that he pos
Sesses in the way Of literary matter; but
when your bill comes In at the end Of tho
week you begin to think you'd better put
that money in a handsome frock from
Worth. He has seduced you into literature
that has covers SO hamboyant that you are
| ashamed to be seen holding it. You have
| read papers from all over the country to
oblige him, and you do not feel yourself an
independent woman until your own news
woman welcomes you homo and permits
| you to have a choice in the reading line.
As soon as you land you ask the particu-
| lar man who meets you, Whats going on
at the theatersF' and he says, being man,
Just wait until you see Eddie Sothern."
| You do wait until after dinner, and then
| in your pink gown, REFER and small bon
net you trot off to see the MASTER of Wood
barrow" All the swells, as you know, 20
to the theater gowned in this way Just now.
| They have left the satins and silks for the
| market women, who promenade Broadway
in the bright sunshine with gowns cut low
in the neck and golden beads encircling
their threats The smart girls, by the by.
are drifting not only to simplicity, but
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| concerned, and a maa esteems il "a greater
| honor to walk with woman who does not
attract the least attention than to be with
| one who, by her gorgeous gowns, attracts
the eyes and the sneers of all mankind. 1t
is not bad idea, this having the very
swell set approve Of simplicity, but 1t may
teach the nation that virtue which II needs
SO badly-thrift.
YOUNG soTHERN's NEW PLAY.
1.-THE Master of Woodbarrow" is a play
that brings your heart right into your
throat, and calls up before you the loving
and true ones who are far away, aud the
tears come TO your eyes when you SEQ the
| innocent prodigal return to the old home
| where the woman folk are waiting TO greet
him and give him the best Of welcomes. My
friend, the woman folk always do welcome
the prodigal, and, think, more than men
realize the temptation that has boon his, and
| plying his fall. are most earnest In helping
him to stand on his feet again. Mr.. Soth-
good, honest eager, ambitious, low
| ing boy, one Of the finest pieces
| of work he has ever done. The
boys heart and brain grow before you. In
the first act, when he tells his cousin of his
| great desire to go out in the big, strange
world, you know at once the type Of boy
who sees SO much in the unknown--just
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such boys as go out when the siren sings; but
alas they do not always learn the lesson,
and they do not always come home 10 the
people that wait. The "Maistern gets the for.
tune. goes to London and is fieeced and
cheated, but he does not seem to mistake
twice; those Devon lads are clever, you
know, sweet as their own cream, but
shrewd, as every man ought to be without
being suspicious.
| EDWARD soTHERN's PERSONALITY,
| Through the story which interests you, all
through the time when you smile at the
"Maister's" mistakes and grieve with his sor-
| row, you do have time to stop and recog.
| niZe, between the acts, the artistic knowl.
edge of the man before you. Everything
Is easy with MIR. Sothern. Some of this
| may be inherited, bus | do believe that the
| most of it comes from hard study and O
| great determination TO succeed. A merry
hearted fellow, liked by men and women,
| Edward Sothern has kept his name beauti-
full and clean. and to-day. without any
| doubt, he stands the foremost among the
younger men of the stage. / know no one
in London who is like him; they have very
| good walking gentlemen. men who are easy
on the stage, men who wear their clothes
| we'll, but all of them who have reached
anywhere near the top Of the ladder are
much older men than the "Maister Of Wood
/ barrow
| NEW WORKERS BACK IN TOWN.
| II you think there is nobody in town be-
cause the houses are closed up, just ride out
| to the park about o'clock and sec the peo-
| pie who are out. There is Mrs. Burke
| Roche, looking like On orchid in gown
that is combination of faint shades, with
| one of her pretty children beside her, and,
| as thoughtless young woman said, with
her photograph smile on" There's some OF
the Vanderbilts as demure and quiet as
| possible; there's August Belmont, driving
| alone, with an air as If he had seen so much
of everything that he was bit tired of it
| there's lots of pretty girls on their horses,
| with the smartest Of riding habits, and
there's noble army Of young men driving
tall carts and wearing collars that nearly
choke them, yet looking as If the world wal
made for them, and as if they were going tx
get all the pleasure possible out Of it. Thel
there are the other people-the people thai
nobody apparently sees, but at whom every
body stares in the blankest way possible.
WOMEN WHO ASSUME THEIR coLoRs.
Two ladies are driving in Central park
| who have evidently been driving around the
lake in Paris, and who have learned the
| ways of the Partisan deDli-nlOnd dtSIe; they
are gowned In maybe fashion. One wears
an all-black broadcloth frock that fits heI
as If it were an armor. II has cuffs. collar
and a pointed gilet of heavy white