The San Francisco call., 1898-12-06
HOW LABOR
 BEATS CAPITAL
 AT MOROSCO'S Mr.SteVens Shot in the Scarf He Wore. MIR. BRoPHY'S WHITE SHIRT TT IS FIRST ENDURED, THEN FITTED, THEN EMBRACED. And Mention Some of the Varied Attractions That Are on View
 at All the Other Play
 Houses.
MIR. BRoPHY'S WHITE SHIRT
TT IS FIRST ENDURED, THEN FITTED, THEN EMBRACED.

They will miss old NIorosco's when. In a few weeks, that theater closes for repairs and refurnishing and the stock company goes off to do the road until the opera season is over. Mis- sion street won't seem its own warm self without the Morosco melo- drama. They may reset the Grand in gold and diamonds and bring on a hundred Melbas, but there will be heavy hearts and lonesome nights south O Market. No father could have been kinder to his children than MT. Morosco has been to his patrons. He has taught them what they want, and has given 1t to them week in and year out without deviation or surprise. Every Monday night punctually at the melo- drama has entered d new week, always with new title and often with new scenery, but always the same old piece with the same old people and the thunder and the thrills in the same old place. MT. Morosco never has trifled with his patrons. They have learned to love his faithful play as a brother, and they will mourn and mourn when he takes it away.
 "Blacklisted' was the happy title last night and the incidental motive was an- nounced as the struggle between capi- tai and labor" As usual poor capital got the under side and the conclusion of act " found the husky hero and the horny handed sons of toll wallow- ing in prosperity and Vindication. Capi- tai is not popular at Morosco's. MT. Landers Stevens represented it last night in a deep shell frock coat, cynical top hat and a dangerous pumpkin-col- ored waistcoat. He was all that was rich and vile. MT. James M. Brophy stood for cOatless Labor in increased trousers anl a pure white shirt cut Byronically low in the chest. MT. Bro- phy was the husky hero, virtuous and true. Virtue and truth inevitably stalk in increased trousers at Morosco's, even, if they don't always wear a pure white shirt-as for instance MT. Fred J. Butler, who represented the sire of the pursued heroine in dejected tailor ing and last months haberdashery. MT. Butler was the soiled mechanic His daughter had no visible occupation be- yond that of being loved and almost lured, but Miss Lorena Atwood dressed the part. down with proper humbleness.
 After MT. Stevens the only persons who attempted to be stylish were the six naughty privateS in a militia regi- ment; and they were as unpopular with the audience as they were with the striking mill hands. MT. Brophys white shirt was against him at first but as soon as Mir. Stevens had set fire to the mill with intent to fasten the arson on the strikers and Mr. Bro- phy had rushed into the flames with a fireproof aX and been returned to the center of the stage by the explosion of a can of coal oil, the audience took him to their hearts, white shirt and all.
 But something must have happened to that shirt, for MT. Brophy wore his coat when the curtain went up on the next act. MT. Stevens had exchanged his heavy wardrobe for an Ascot scarf and a suit of seductive tweeds. And the plot congested. The tweeds were too much for the simple temperament of MT. Butler who was taken with in- sanity and almost parted Act III in the center by shooting MT. Stevens in the scarf. This did not stop the play however, for the shooting had been done with MT. Brophy's marked pis- tol, and that husky hero was promptly arrested by the six proud privates while the assistant villain filled tSe gap left by the late MT. Stevens.
 There were no notable changes o1 raiment in Act "; the plot was strictly adhered to- everything coming out as the audience wanted it to come and everybody leaving the theater ir 3riendliness and satisfaction.
 ASHTON STEVENS.