The evening world., 1894-06-19
ON THE ROOF GARDENS.

lift UP roofs and peer eagerly into the
interiors Of the houses thus disclosed
would have had a stupendous time OF 1t
last night II he had tried these tactics
with those roofs Of this city upon which
New Workers have built gardens He
would have had to contend with
painting men and women, seeking
aerated vaudeville as a sort Of panacea
| for the misery of a too-too ambitious
Thermometer. He would have been re-
viled and held up to execration. for
roof garden people are In dead earnest
and not to be trifed with.
There were breezes In the city, and
consequently the gardens were cool and
delightful. Their managers say that
they are always cool and delightful-but.
| then, managers need not be construed
| literally Overcoats are never necessary
on the roof gardens. and there Is no
| ghost OF n fear OF taking chill The
| fact that you are in the open air, when
| there Is no air, should be remembered.
The beauty OF the roof gardens Is that
| you can sit still, sip, or see others do
| so, listen to n more or less Frequently
less) exhilarating stage performance,
| and think OF the poor wretches In the
crowded portion OF the city. Then. IL
you are anything of n man, or an excuse
for a woman, you will murmur In glad
| tones: This Is a pretty nice place
The roof gardens this year are very
kind and comely, and the entertainments
are much better than they were last
year, when the little Summer manager
seemed to imagine that the heat had af-
| fected the intelligence OF his audiences.
| man wants good laughing material
| when the thermometer coquettes with
the nineties. His intelligence doesn't
exude from the pores Of his skin. He
isn't a fool because he happens to be
limp and bedraggled.
At the Madison Square Garden there
was an exceedingly good programme.
with plenty OF spirited songs, comedy
| and funny business. The variety per-
| formers tried no sentimental outbursts.
They let the loved ones at home and
poor mothers old armchair severely
alone. There is nothing SO annoying as
loved ones and arm-chairs at an open-air
entertainment. and as a rule the hoarse-
voiced ladies' OF the vaudeville stage
banker after maudlin sentiment. The
Russell brothers did their funny Irish
chamberma!d act. and they are hosts in
|
they might be. or offensive in any way.
Then there were little" Bonnie Thorn
ton and the also little" Lottie ellison.
Mason and Ralston. billed as comedian
and a half; Senorita Tortajada, who
wouldn't be half as interesting II she
called herself Miss Thompson: Sig. Bo-
relli. the "society entertainer" who stays
in New York. although society" has
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inevitable French quadrille dancers, also
appeared. The lights, plants. accesso-
ries and real breezes added an enviable
glamour.
At the Casino Garden, which used to
be the one and only resort Of Its kind,
there were eighteen vaudeville features
interspersed with light orchestral music
There was a good old quartet. which
some people like and some don't, and
there was Miss Katherine B. Howe.
who sang a ditty called MY Little
Child" Miss Howe has a contralto
voice. and SO she can't be expected to be
funny with 1t. Contralto ladies always
feel 1t their bounden duty to use their
deep tones mournfully-unless / except
sweet Maggie Cline. Belle Black, Ruth
Chadwell, Gus Pixley Belle Stewart,
Sadie Connolly and Mollie Thompson
were other entertainers. and they all
earned their Summer salaries.
At the American Garden. in the
classic shades OF Eighth avenue, where
street cars tinkle and fat people sit on
their doorsteps to get cool. there was a
baritone called Koh-I-Baba, who. In
spite of his name was received with a
degree Of warmth. This garden looked