The Critic and record., 1891-04-06

South is as fine as any In the world, and,
as i'm the days before the civil war, they
make solid nucleus for the orsaniza-
tion Of an effective army. \ war with
foreign power would do more To cement
the sections than all thcp pleading speeches
ever made. II would be welcomed i'm the
South not only because of the uneN-
tingushed martial spirit of the people,
but because they would Ike to prove the
sincerity Of their devotion to q reunited .
country
Pretty Annie Lewis, the charming
scubrcttc of the Later ON" Company .
will be Colonel John Rogers stellar at .
traction next season i'm "My Sweetheart" .
Her many friends in Washington hope .
She will repeat the successes of her prede. /.
cessor in the play, Minnie Palmer, who /
q few years ago captiyated the bluse Lon
don world of swclldom by her adjust I.
mcnt Of falling stocking and garter in a
manner so Charmingly careless that IL in |
fused a slight warmth in the cookies OF /
"our fat friends royal heart aud made
abiect slaves of the chappics in his
highncss' set, Il fact which the Colonel
flashed over the cables in a llorid and
highly.eNaggerated style. Rumor has it
that Rogers will advertise his new star in
a unique and startling fashion which is
no news to the theatrical world. They
know the Colonel of old.
Miss Lewis has many friends in Wash
ington who remember the triumphs of
her childhood days, when she was an in
FAINT phenomenon in rccitations that
would have found a place in thecXclusiye
heart of Mr.. Vincent CrummeCs.
One night at q G.. \. II. entertainment
there stepped upon the stage a child, frail
and fragile as a snowflake, two big dark
eyes shonc from face classic even in its
baby lines and dimpled curves. Sweet
tones, clear and musical as the far away
tinkle of silver chimes spoke the old we'll
worn verses of the BABY of Battery b.
The young voice tremblcd little In the
opening line but IL soon grew stronger,
and when the last line came IL sounded
like buglc call over the room filled with
old soldiers. When the final word was
spoken there was silence, then tumul-
tuOus applause rs the veterans crowded
around the young speaker and one,
bearded, red-faccd Scotchman, lifted her
high in his arms and, pressing the soft
rosy chccl, 10 his rough face, said:
AYE, lads, she'll be a bonnie lass some
day"
The old boy spoke truly She has full
filled the prophecy. This light-footed
magnetic little woman is Annie Lewis.
Congressman Polk Lafroon, who dur
ing the past week has been a regular at
tendaut and witness 1t the Kincaid trial
had his attention called on Saturday To
the torn and tattercd flag that for some
time has been floating from the staff on
the City Hall.
II wonder what Flannerys statue of
Lincoln on that ugly looking shaft over
there would think if he could see what
dilapidaied specimen of the stars and
stripes hoatcd over his head Why, it is
actually disgrace to have such an old
rag flung to the breeze over such an inn
portant public building rs the City Hail.
continued Mr.. Iaifoon \ number of
others who were standing near agreed
with the Congressman and one gentleman
went so far as to propose that the crowd
chip in and purchase new one. The
proposition, however was not accepted,
but one of the officials at the City Hall
who overheard the conversation con
cluded to call the matter to the attention
of the judges.
lie is a tall, thin man, with shaggy
black Whiskers, long, stringy hair, weak
watery eyes, and a red nose He wears a
dilapdated old derby, his threadbare
overcoat is buttoned tight up to the chin,
and his aspect i'm general is exceedingly
! sCcdy. He is to he found about the city,
| summing himself on the broad stone steps
| or lingering about the corridors, talking
| in low, confidential tones to the iauitOrs
and watchmen and bowling familiarly 10
| the big lawyers and Judges. Sometimes
he may be found in the Circuit or Grim
! inal Courts, watching the trials with
! Judicial and critical eye. Sometimes, too,
| he may he seen in the jury box, for he is,
in fact, a professional juryman. He is
always on hand to take the place of a sick
| juror on the regular panel, or Of one who
may be called away suddenly. These OPP
pOrtunitics do not occur with alarming
frequency, but more often he serves his
country on marshaPs jury sitting in
| judgment over some unfortunate insane
| men.
How or where he lives no body knows
or cares. His only apparent occupation
is that of juryman, and whether he is
such from the force of circumstances,
because his limited intellect will permit
him to enter no other business, or whether
he pursue's this peculiar vocation merely
to pass away the time, is not known.
When the courts adjourn for the summer
he also vanishcs, only to appear again at
the reopcning in the fall. He has prob
ably attended more trials and witnessed
more court scenes and knows loss about
them than any resident of Washington
outside the legal profession. lie is one
of the few citizens who hail with delight
the prospect of serving their country in
the capacity of juror.
This is the work of Georgia editor in
imitation of Victor Hugo. IL is far better
than an editorial on the size and strength
of the Italian Navy
'Tis night
In SheTmantOwn.
The moon is overcast
Bully for the moon.
Iycurgus and OpedidOc.
Two cats
| Thomas cats
Appear on the woodshed roof.
LycuTgus, with tail unfurled and glar-
ing eyeballs, comes ON with back uplifted
and yawls portentous.
Ditto OpedildOc.
Now immortal gods look on
They buckle to
spit Spat Spin
Bin
IIark-
A window is lifted and wild-eyed man
appears with musket in hand
Bang
Scampers Lycurgus aud OpedildOc from
the wood shed roof, crying.
Saved 20
"Sayed'
But the man--oh, where was he
Kicked clear across the hall into the
Muskct hadn't been fired since the
war.
Finis.
one day last week newspaper cor
respondent called at the residence Of
Baron Fava TO learn from the lips of the
deposed Minister all about the Italian
imbroglio lie was met at the door by a
servant, n Yerltable ilunky, as they call
them on the other side.
please take my card to Baron Faya
said the correspondent.
lie is secck,' was the reply.
81 didn't ask you about the Baron s
health. Take my card in
lie is seeck.'