The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-01-23
THE THEATER PARTY.
Ray Description of a Metropolitan
Bore and Nuisance.
From the San Francisco -Aryona,a.

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ne play had advanced exactly that far in
IS course. when. in the middle Of a we'll
rounded sentiment from the leading man
the vestibule door banged. Not satisfied
with banging once, 1t let of a succession Of
reports, which were connected with n
string OF such EXPLANATIONS as Don't ba in
such hurry, Lii" "Wait minute. Nav ~
u declare! you girls run like race horses p,
and the loud patter Of high-heeled boots
Then came rush of stiff skirts down the
center aisle, and half a dozen very chic
girls, with lawn tennis compilations and
superior air and manners, under the escort
OF very ample and gorgeous matron, took
possession Of the audiences eve. TO the av-
cluslon OF the play and players
These are our seats,n said one in a
positive voice
No, miss" corrected the usher. who
with vast deal of supercivility and physiI
cal suppleness, had marshaled them down.
"the next row in 'front.'
What nonsense! know they are Ours
aud what are those people doing, sitting in
themm ~
They are in their own seats, miss" in
sisted the usher: "See, yours are row D."
This gave rise to a lively discussion in
which the evidence of the coupons was
scornfully rejected. Finally it was agreed
to take row D, after a fashion, under pros
test, one OF the party remarkine, disgust
eddy: Dear mel couldn't they have mt
us among the musicians, while they were
about it,"
Now, dears, remarked the chaueron in
loud voice, get your places"
The young women filed into their seats.
The last one remained standing in the aisle,
staring at the leading man on the stage. TO
his visible discontinue, until the chaDeron
pushed her into her place and sat down her
self. Then followed a vast rustling of
fummery and opening and shutting of
seats, until some one Of the party re-
marked:
There! we've all forgotten the pro.
gramme."
How foolish !" said the chaperon. wav-
ing her hand majestically to an usher, from
whom she commanded them in martial
tones,
The programmes being duly delivered by
this servitOr of the house, who had extra
large feet and wore very creaky boots, it
took five minutes to get them folded prop
erly, by which time every one on and off
the stage was ready TO invoke the blessings
of the inferno upon the intruders. They,
on their part, remained quite cool under the
angry stares Of the house.
"Oh, Lip in shrlll lS-year old voice.
they've got Jack Buster playing the yil-
lain"
"Nom
Eyes, indeed. Here it is on the bill"
"Pshaw! that's the play for next week,
you stupid.n
$50 it is. How awfully silly of me
Don't laugh, girls. please"
But the girls did laugh, until the cAaperon
commanded: "Now, dears, do let body
hear herself think" at which they turned
their passing attention to the stage. For
the space of, perhaps, 100 seconds silence
reigned, and the audience had begun to
breathe again when the current comment
airy broke out in new direction:
Isn't that Mrs. Wimbledon in the box
yonderT
80! wherer' in chorus.
There. And Tom Tryhard with her,"
Some mysterious whisperings followed, in
which "Winkleton," casino, every con
venient arrangement" might be made out.
until the chaperon, awakening to an ap-
probation of the perilous turn the subject
was taking, interposed her authority and
diverted her charges attentions to the stage
again. Then the chatter took another turn.
"How sweet Bob Washer looks tonight"
"Nice enough to eau.n
"Well, l don't like that suit he has on"
Its English, y'know."
"Te-hel Ha-ha-ha" etc., ad lib.
"What blowsy creature that leading
actress isr'
"Quite washerwoman, isn't she"
"And such vulgar expression. l won
der if that Is her idea Of lady off the
stagep
During the intermission the conversation
was conducted in discreet undertones, which
gave place to the highest notes when the
curtain went up on the second act. At this
period another party made its entrance It
was mixed party of young men and
women, who looked the dinner from whose
discussion they mad evidently come. The
interest Of the first party was. of course,
Immediately diverted from the play.
There's Belle Blazer" cried one.
And Dick Kyter with her"
"And tho two Flyaway girls-did you
ever see such frights9"
at isn't their fault. poor things. They
dress and print enough, to be sure"
More "te-hes," ard the chaperon re-
marked, somewhat severely; ''Now, dears,
don't be too PERSONAL" BY this time. the
other party. who filed row of seats on the
other side Of the house, had got started, and
the euAience hegan to grow openly restless.
When the end Of the second act was reached.
il was on the border Of revolt, which
broke out at the opening of the third. The
Flyaway girls were discussing the dance at
Mrs. Bumblebee's last week, for the benefit
of every one under the theater roof, while
the PLAYERS were struggling with a sentl-
mental scene, when voice from the gallery
callsd:
Hats off in front"
"Gadr' growled an old gentleman, with
very red face, sit had better be heads off. "
The Flyaway girls turned ana regarded
him with a stony stare, which so wrought
upon his nerves that he dropped his heavy
cane. which fell with a loud bang. In
moment an usher was at his side.
'Cen't YOU be more careful with your
stickF' he asked.
"Ehg" gasped the old gentleman. what
sTf you don't stop disturbing the house
Won win have to 20 out" interrupted the
usher, severely.
The old gentleman turned purple, while
the FIyaway girls continued their conVersa-
tion. and the other party got limbered up
for another colloquial jaunt. The voice
from the gallery again made itself heard.
"Give us a song ana dance, 1t shouted.
This set the house in roar, and matted
the performance on the stage. The two
theater parties favored their neighbors with
one superior stare of aristocratlc dlsdain,
and A riot broke out in the gallery, where
two officers were dragging the shouter OUT
and vigorously rattanlng every one Within
reach with their free hands.
"Bv Gadw cried the old gentleman, jump
ING mn. ''This is an outrage"
ISit DOWN. shouted voice in the rear.
cork upP' yelled another from the
dress circle. -, .,
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