The herald., 1896-06-03

find in every capital that they visit
| when abroad.
| The so-called entertainment" at the
| Moulin Rouge begins at 8 O'Clock and is
unequaled in pointless idiocy and tedi-
| BUSINESS in any other place of amuse-
| ment In any city or town on the face of
the earth. The 'events" which used to
| lead up to the big fistic encounters at
| the old Madison Square garden were
| considered at the time to be about as
dreary and depressing as anything that
the city had to offer, but then we had
never been to variety show at the
Moulin Rouge, the mecca of all the
gnarled and gray whiskers on the con-
tinent.
l did not hold stop watch on the
variety show, but my recollection Of 1t
is that 1t lasted about a week. From time
to time waiter bore down upon me and
urged me to consume" something. He
was not equal in ferocity or lung power
to the average Coney Island waiter, but
in actual achievement and also in the
swiftness of his flight from table to ta-
BILE, he could give cards and spades to
any ruffian that ever shouted, cit
ashamed of yourself and buy some
thing"
At the close of the entertainment all
the spectators assembled In sort or
ballroom at the rear Of the auditorium,
and there four females in cheap and
gaudy attire formed themselves into a
hollow square in cleared space under
the big chandelier, and instantly drew
toward themselves every gray-Wh1s-
kered man and every able-look-
ing woman in the place. The music Ne
gan and a satanic leer came into each
of the four faces, making them even
more hideous than before, not even IN
the dissecting room Of hospital-of
OF
queens drawing -room-have l seen such
a quartette of loathsome, embittered,
vicious and ugly faces as those OF the
four creatures who stood grasping their
skirts in their hands and exchanging
leers with the staid merchants from
Elkhart, Ind, who were waiting Win
parched lips and eager eyes for the fun
to begin.
There was in the display none Of the
suggestive coquetry that is associated
in our minds with the Partisan cocotte.
There was neither flash of silk stockings
nor frou-frou of ace-trimmed and rut-
fled skirts. There was simply reach
ing down of bony and grimy hands and
a clawing up. of bedraggled and dowdy
skirts, and the whole was accomplished
without a tithe of the spontaneity and
light-hearted gaiety that marks the
dancing of the ladies who, during the
past half century, have enchained rural
Illinois and Indiana by their artistic ef-
forts in the Rentz-Santley organization
1t was more like meetingof four death s
heads in receiving vault, and I turned
away thinking regretfully of the more
intellectual and refined dancing conver-
saziones that Mr.. McGlory used to give
in the old Armory hail.
The next morning i went to the
Morgue and saw three women and one
man lying on slabs with streams of cold
water trickling down their faces. 1t
was not a pleasant spectacle, but there
was not one of the CHASTITY quartet that
did not seem positively beautiful when
I recalled the hdeous revelry at the
Moulin Rouge. Besides it was a COM
fort to know that you could stare
through the grated window without be-
ing asked to consume" anything, and
that the four cadavers could not get up
and dance.-James L. Ford in New York
Journal.