Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1895-08-01
PERFECT PINAFORE
Moonlight Music and
MerrIment Mingled.
A HARMONY OF SOUNDS.
Boyden, Rseves, Sullivan and CLANS
"A Royal Flush.

Years ago the opera "Pinafore," the
best thing Sir Arthur Sullivan ever wrote,
was played by every pianist and whistled
by every bootblack from Kennebec to Kan
kakee, from Moosehead Lake TO Mobile
Bay. 1t is perhaps too much to expect
renaissance OF such a popularity, yet II
ever jewel, recut, polished and mounted
In new setting, hashed and sparSled
with a radiance unsuspected by It's origin
al owner, the Crescent Park revival OF
"Pinaiore" is a case in point. The natural
amphitheatre with its canopy OF living
green, the great ship lying dim and In
distinct on the rippling water, the silent
pacing to and fro of the marines and the
plash OF the oars as Buttercup, Sir Joseph
and bis "female relations" one after the
other emerge from the darkness behind
the stern OF the huge craft, draw up at
the landing stairs and mount to the quar-.
ter deck, with the half circle Of electrics
lighting up the scene and "the regent OF
the heavens" shedding a mellow, poetical
beauty over the whole-all these COM
bined make up living picture such as no
concert hall or theatrical stage could ever
dream OF producing.
The performance. now In its fifth week
OF highly successful run, Is one that
cannot accurately be described. One must
see and hear 1t In all its perfection and
finish, in it's habit as 1t lives, to appreci-
ate what Mr.. Boyden and Mr.. Reeves have
really accomplished. Probably no better
or more capable company OF artists could
be got together than those who nightly
respond to the directors baton. They are
all good singers, from the First Lord OF
the Admiralty to the last cousin or aunt.
When a man dressed In naval uniform
stands on the boards OF hot and stuffy
theatre, 4 ,thrums guitar and looking up at
a chandelier, sings a song addressed to the
moon, one does not wonder that every
thing seems, even to the singer himself,
to be sat SKIES or at sevens." But when
Capt. Corcoran, coming from the cabin,
secs pale Luna riding through the sky,
with the stars twinkling above him and
the wavelets dancing In tho moonlight,
the only wonder Is that instruction In vo-
cal and instrumental music IL not YER.
liable part Of the naval discipline, an es-
sential qualification for every officer and
sailor In the Queens "navee" or any
other.
And so with Buttercup and Josephine
and Hebe, Ralph and Bill Boatswain and
Deadeye, they all seem to be proper enough
and to ft exactly into their several places,
and II, now and then, the "official" oddi-,
ties of Sir Joseph, and the tuneful itera-
alton of the sisters and the cousins and
the aunts, make one half suspect the hid
den satire and wonder what It all means,
get the glamour and witchery of the stu
alton and its surroundings get the mas
terry again and the spell Is broken never
well, hardly ever, from the first whistle
of the boatswain till the last scIntillation
of the rockets as Sir Joseph and Hebe,
and all the rest, retire to the seclusion
which the darkness grants.
Go down to the Park In the afternoon,
before the moon gets into its last half,
take In the six o'clock bake, neat, clean
and daintily served, "a better one neither
Pomham, Squantum, nor the Bondholders
ever saw get reserved seat In section Z
or ID, we'll down to the front, hear Pima
fore through to the end. and then 60
home, thanking your stars that you live
In the year 1896, that ID. w. Reeves didn't
stay with Gilmore's Band, that Messrs.
Boyden and Dillenback are running Cres-
cent Park, and that you had eense enough,
and the opportu nifty to go there and en-.
ioy It.