The record-union., 1899-11-19

Where now is our hero of Manila?
Why, he's married, didn't you know?
think it was in the papers. Well, that
settles it! He will probably never de-
scend to the point of being named Mrs
Dewey's husband, but his identity has
been already merged into hers making
him seem less great [ suppose 1t Is
all right. He has slain the seven-head-
ed dragon guarding the path from OBJ
security to fame, has won his princess,
and according to fairy lore is entitled
to live happily forever afterward.
But one thing I do object to- most
seriously, as an American citizen, and
that is his deciding over to his wife
an intention which some one suggests
the home presented to him by the ma
dion. It is a trust for himself and his
as long as there shall be a Dewey 70
honor the name. 1t is very commend
able for a man to endow his wife with
all his worldly goods, but in Dewey's
case it is not a question of his worldly
goods, but his valor's goods-his names
goods-and belongs TO that part of his
life in which his fame has won: and
if Mrs. Dewey is a worthy mate of the
hero she has wed, she will permit no
such deed to be drawn.
What joy it was to have dance once
again in Turner Hall! Is there any
where else in the wide, wide world
quite such a good floor as there? And
how pretty the hall did look with its
freshly tinted walls in green, its heavy
festoons of smilax. it's handsome hang
ing baskets and its numerous tropical
palms. Why, one would scarcely have
known the old place had it not been for
the smooth polished spring floor which
has been for so many years the de-
light of the devotees of Terpschore. 1t
was such pretty party, too. The girls
looked so lovely in their light, airy
dresses, and had one been compelled
to choose from among them one would
have felt like the small boy who could
be so happy with either, We're 'tother
away" In fact I really believe Sacra-
mento has no one belle. All are bellies.
Each has some little touch of color, or
wit, or stateliness peculiar to herself
alone. each complimenting the other
in the making up of beautiful picture.
The music by De Coe was divine. Never
have we had better here for any parry
The last dance. Louis du Ball. was
given so daintily and trippingly that
one would have fain have danced on
forever. The affair was a huge success.
My congratulations. Mr. President and
organizer.
l don't see how people can compare
Kathryn Kidder and Nance O'Neil.
Why, there is no basis for comparison.
The one is a great, boundless, untutor-
ed temperament struggling for its cham
mel of expression, the other a great art,
calm and secure in its own perfection.
Nance O'Neil has it in her maybe to be
greater than Kathryn Kidder, but she
is as far from it now as the overlooking
flood devastating while fe1tilizing, il
different from the deep running stream
smooth flowing to its ocean.
I wish, too. that Mis- O'Neil would
give up athletic performances with her
neck. Her favorite attitude brings up
most gruesome pictures of frowning
guillotine, or headsman's block, and
heads rolling down into cruel. gaping
baskets That pose of her head is typ
ical of her work-as a rule, just a frac-
ton TOO much. She lets her head drop
down on her spine at an angle SO IN
comfortably acute as to give one 4
sense of physical pain, and 1t is any
thing but graceful. Pursue your geom-
try little further. Nance. After an
giles come curves. which are every bit
as interesting and far prettier. Yours
il just the head for the uplifted pose
Don't give it that frigItful down-bend.
The Tuesday Literary Club had IT'S
second meeting, L. Dupont Style being
lecturer for the day. While his man
ner was somewhat pedagogic, and his
personality lacking in the magnetism
necessary to hold as a whole an audi,
ence, yet to those who were willing TO
pursue the theme the subject matter
was deeply interesting. He placed be-
fore us ancient Greek drama, as COM
pared with our modern drama, proving
that the problem play, such as Mag
da" and "Heddagabbler, is not modern,
but ancient, ancient as Socrates. sc,ne
of whose plays presented problems the
most inextricable Ibsen was "vlyi-