The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1898-02-12
THE "sRAND SACRED CoNoERE:"
A puuday Might Performance on Eighth Avenue.
tho . Other Bowery.n

A Dundny Might Performance on Btghtn Avonuos
tho "Other Bowery."
There is moro than one Bowery in this city.
Take Q stroll on Eighth avenue some Sunday
night and SEQ the other one. Tho lower west
side population. or a good share of it, goes to the
sacred concert on Sunday night. and 1t goes
to hear and sec something wicked. This sacred
concert is q revelation to any one who has
never seen 1t, and there are several places where
it is q regular thing. On the box office is q big
poster headed:
Grand Sacred Concert--The hottest thing in
town."
Then follows q list of the stars" ~: Kate Null
doom. Sweet Irish Warbler Prof. O'Hara. in
comical musical selections, and 30 on, including
Patrick O'Linehan, The Great Tragic King
Fifty cents will buy a ticket TO q corner OF the
house. where the spectator can escape stray
missiles from the gallery. Everybody has his
hat on-before the performance opens-and near
ly every man is smoking. The west side gallant
gives his steady" q treat every Sunday night
by taking her to the sacred concert" and he
buys the blue song book and the pink story
paper for her with the air of a man buying a
libretto at an opera. The gallery up under the
roof Is full Of newsboys and toughs, and they
young man in a diinGy blue uniform stands at
the railing in the gallery,
Ladies' an gents" he begins, give me your
kind attention for a moment. Here Is the finest
pages more Of the bright an spicy songs dan
why Mamie Didn't Stay, to Home. The Brave
Fire Laddie,' Only Another Gent, from Paris,
other songs sung by our siiver.throated song.
stress, Miss Mamie Heispieler. I'll give a few
away, an you kin buy tn rest for five cents. an
you git thrown in gratis tn best family story
paper in III world. Containing n only troo con-
fession of the, great murder at ,Woouside. Come
on now, who'll have tn next" .
Got any change, George r. asks the - 0teadv ~
IN the fifth row of her escort. Amt it Just
Just then a comes rap of a stick. Everybody
knows what it means. and Off comes every hat.
Ladies' and gents says the announcer. who
in the pocket Of 4 brieht-hued. doubie.breasted
waistcoat. Ladies' and gents, this is our ninth
give til glad hand to our talent MH this e eVe nj !?
an, make this z success. You' up in the gallery.
Chorus from the gallery: bet yer life we
A right" says the announcer: Our first
Katie comes out from the wings. She has on n
white dress with big pink bows on the Shout
you're a peach. Katie" yells some one in tho
gallery. and then the crowd stamps and roars.
Katie bows and bushes through the thick
paste OF rouge OH her cheeks. She sings:
Send back the postal l sent you.
You knew that / had but two;
Your loved one is waiting for you. dear.
And none else will give her cheer.
Some one in the gallery yells out: Jaw, send
i'm a return postal, kittie." But Kittie launches
into the refrain. and is greeted with a shower of
peanut shells from her admirers in the gallery.
She thinks this an invitation to try another
song. and when she finishes the announcer
comes out In q hurry. He sees that tho crowd Is
not pleased with the number and says:
Ladies' and gents. the lady has Just torn her
skirt, and she Is sorry to say she can't appear
nRain tonight. But while we arc waitin' fer tn
mex number III sing a song OF me own compo-
sition. which you'll l nmsure.
Say Jimmie Ito a newsboy in the gallery, are
ye O. X. this evening"
Jimmie does not answer. and sinks back be.
hind the rail and out of view, while the crowd
in the gallery yelis:
"0h, he's all right: amt you. Tim
goes for Enjoy Yerselves.' me own colored
He sings a breakdown sort of song full of
pigeon, wings. razors. watermelons. 'dusky
lasses,' parsons. roustabouts, and levees, and
while he waits for the orchestra to strike into
tho refrain he signals for Jimmie in the gallery
to sing with him. Timmie's voice breaks on
the first note. but he finally strikes the key on
the fourth bar and sings n pscudo-tenor.
"Aw. amt that nice T. says the announcer at
the end. No SLOUGH of a niger third. that
ain,t. Jimmie. ,yere all right, amt he boys n
The gallery shrieks In approval, and Jimmie
has TO sing three more songs.
That's right, Timmie." says the announcer.
I'm here"
This is tho sort of thing the west side wants
on sunday. Shakespeare doesn't suit at ali.
Make the " show suggestive and full of cheap
sentiment. and that is all that is required.