The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-01

woman who appears on Broadway about
quarter 10 two Saturday afternoon, with
d Don OF sweets, her opera glasses, and
dressed IN her very best suit of clothes
mas not been altogether happy. She has
NOT really had a matinee young man.
mere was no doubt in her mind that
JEIih Drew was getting old: that is old 10
glrls who are 10, and then at his best
NOBODY ever accused John Drew of
many WorshlDers at the shrine of Kelley,
oul the news started and quickly got
ABOUT that he was marbie-hearted; that
Ine matinee girl might love him to the
etSSehs OF Niolets, even to scarfpins. but
Sdt ne would not long to know her; In
Iact, would prefer to buy his own vioiets
ana ms own scarfDins. Mr.. Bellew had
sreat Following, but the matinee girl
VINO adored him is now a wife and
mother. and has forgotten whether his
nrst name is pronounced in one syllable
OF o. whether he is ANONYMOUSLY called
Cuf1ey- But now, the one so eagerly
longed for, so earnestly hoped for. so often
dreamed of, has come. He is far
ana away ahead of the others because he
deep. and the NJ Y. w. says that it has
sach a lovely effect on her
mat ina, she dreams of lost chords
Illght. He is handsome. Even elderly wo-
men, who cannot be called NJ V WIS. do
not hesitate to say that. and some gush-
ing ones are quite willing to be mothers
to him. This greatness Chat involved in
Delng the joy of the NJ. Y. W. has been
thrust upon the gentleman in question
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NJ. l. WIS, and from their behavior l am
sure that the man for whom they have
neen looking so long, the modern King
Arthur, Launcelot and Prisoner of Zenda
an rolled into one, is here He is Mr.
James Hackett, who last year. was the
delightful Austria gallant that led Napol-
con wire into all sorts of trouble. but
who this year is playing the Prisoner of
Aenda, and as a girl who was eating
gumdrops said, Playing II so my heart
goes hump, thump, thump, and / am
AFRAID Cfrinnc Of qfa NO oil
TO break" This is one of the signs of
winning the NJ. Y. w Testing aside Mr..
Hackett is young, handsome actor.
charming to look at, pleasant to listen
to, and who. 1 hope. will be wise enough
70 grow into his proper place, i. e., become
the leading man of the Lyceum Stock
company That is a great thing nova
days for an actor. Everybody from the
learned pig up to Sarah Bernhardt and
Mr.. Brodie stars; hence there is nothing
individual in 1t; but to be one who goes
to perform a perfect picture, one who, in
a grouping of good artists, has his niche
and t1ts 1t perfectly, ah, that is some
thing!
Speaking of the theater, a good many
women this winter have kicked in their
pretty way, and as only a woman can
who wears No. l slipper with a high
heel, against the expense of suppers.
A few years ago one could ask ones
friends to drop in after the theater, offer
them something hot from the chatting dish,
something cold from the sdeboard, any
thing to drink that happened to be handy,
and the supper didn't cost much and
everybody had a good time. Then the
nouveauN richie took possession of London
and New York, and counting everythins
by dollars, announced that there could be
no hospitality without champagne Try
to have eight people to supper and give
them enough good champagne to satisfy
them and see how much lighter your
purse is the next morning. Foolish wo-
men, initiating those with more money
and even less brains than themselves fur
nished good champagne in small quanti-
n CT Ifnt fVarr fI,1
with care. A glass too many to this
guest meant none to the next and this
sort of supper bore the stamp, not of hos
pitanty, but OF meannesS. Sometimes a
poor champagne would be offered in suffi-
cient floods to make the drinkers i'll for a
week: The wise woman continued to in
vite her own set and offered them what
she. wished; but no matter how pleasant
a stranger might be, he wasn't asked
since champagne could not be on the
menu. The London woman struck She
proposed to have her jolly supper at her
own home, and she didn't propose to spenJ
all her substance on that Charming wine
made of the crystalized smiles Of the neae9
ant girls of France Hence, in the SWELL
est houses, YOU get your supper and a
not TO nave champagne. Have whisky
with ginger ale, soda, or whatever you
may fancy; you can offer the
ginger ale alone, you can have
fer it, plain iced polly" but there is NO
wine upon the table.
- WOLldI WIZ COulu dIIOId II, set the
fashion in London to oblige a woman who
couldn'ti but after all. what a coward a
woman is when she is afraid to ask her
friends because she can't give them cham
payne. We think, we who live in the
Hut" that. when the theater is over if
there is some terrapin from the Baltimore
market to be cooked by the Bear and some
dainty salad to be served by the hostess
with whatever Insecurity may want to
go with that divinest of dishes-the ten
der terrapin, that there is a supper ft
for the gods. Yes, after the terraDin is
all eaten up. and we are discussing the
play, the men do smoke. but the women?
Well no. Women who like 1t can do it.
In the Hut, as the hostess arranges the
menu, there is nothing for women to
smoke. 1t may be pretty to see a wo-
man smoke, but l doubt it, In early
youth there was imprinted upon my mind
two lines of an exquisite piece of poetry
that began in this fashion:
COD never made that pretty mouth
A smokestack for to be-
Those lines may be crude, but they are
truthful, on the word of Bab