The herald., 1896-07-26

wanted to squeeze the little one when
he passed me, he's so cute" To be
cute" be understood, is to attain
the acme of perfection in a child eye
No other word in its vocabulary is so
often used to express appreciation. 1t
is scarcely necessary to add that had
the little lady above mentioned given
way to her feelings she might have been
very much surprised at the result, as
f, ON the faces of the midgets may be
gathered that they take Themselves
very seriously indeed and have dignihed
views OF life in general and of their per-
formance in particular, ana there IS
scarcely adoubt that they would resent
the formation of the idea that they were
in any way intended as playthings for
their taller brethren. They are clever
little fellows, with a brightness and YER
satility which would have served to
make their fortunes in the days when
such little people were among the IA
vored ones in the retinues of kings and
mobiles.
They go about the business of their
act with an energy we'll worthy of imi-
tatiop Particularly is this noticeable
in their sparring match, where the de-
sire of being victor-Which desire has
ever dominated mankind since the days
when the unfortunate progentor of the
race first ate the apple, being assured
of its making him all powerful-shines
forth in their small faces with as much
strength as lis exhibited in those of the
most powerful and warlihe of the spe-
cies under similar circumstances. The
midSets leave us, with most kindly
wishes for their continued success.
The Stewart sisters at the Orpheum
are handsome, Well-dressed, well-pro-
rortoned young women, with any
amount of dash, who sing the popular
songs of the day in a manner highly
pleasing to their audiences therefore,
1t would seem a pity that they should
spoil their act by the introduction of
what they call IAN imitation of two very
tough Bowery boys" To tell the truth,
we are just a little tired of the Bowery
boy. However amusing he may be
among his proper surroundings, he is
seldom improved by being drawn into
the garish light of day by even the most
skillful imitators, and when he is so pre-
sented he requires most artistic handling
to prevent his degenerating from the
amusing to the vulgar We Angelenos
are long way from the Bowery, and
while a little Of the slang. which very
few of us understand. may occasion
ally be amusing, We are not desirOus O
enulating oliver Twist, We are modest
ly content with a little. However bored
one may be by the conventionalities OF
society, he doesn't often care to rusl
off in a tangent to the slums to reliev,
the tedium of existence or. finding him
self there, does he care to remain for
ever. Some day a long-sufferns public
tired of everything relating to the Bow
cry, will do personal violence to Nh
Townsend. to whose clever books is du
this widespread stage imitation of it
inhabitants.
IT is the middle of summer. This
presidential year and the cry of har,
times is heard in the land. But in spit
of it all, the Orpheum goes along its wa,
untroubled, blessed with an evcr-in
creasing popularity and prosperity.
The success of this playhouse is a thin
to marvel at. The other local theater
are shut up tight and fast. When, q
long intervals, the footlights do flare III
st is only to shine on Il few lonesome
looking people, scattered here and thei
in a wilderness of vavant opera chair
But night after night the Orpheum
packed to the very doors with crow
that enthusiastically aplpauds the We
rious features of the brilliant shoy
Nothing like the Orpheum's run of bus
ness has ever before been known