The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-10
OF THE THEATERS
OLD SONG, CAPTAIN JINKs, OF THE
HORSE MARINES" RECALLED.
How Horace LiBgard Used TO Sing Ii
with spoken ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
terry Wins i'm n London suburb.

THE other day in the Olympic Theater
IN st. Louis said Bruce Edwards. who
was here yesterday 10 arrange foe the en-
agement Of Miss Barrymore IN Captain
links Of the Horse Marines" at English's,
James Jay Brady. ahead Of 'Ben-Hur'
dropped Into the managers Office. absent
mindedly humming the old tune Of Captain
INKS. Joseph Jefferson came in for his
mail and began to whistle the tune Then
Manager Short. who was working at his
desk. took it up. When they came TO the
refrain they began TO laugh.
~ haven't thought Of that for years.
said Mr.. Jefferson. What is it,?
It's Captain links Of the Horse Ma
rines. said Brady.
"'Of course it is said Mr.. Jefferson.
Ny. but that brings back old timesi Do
you remember Horace Lingard? He opened
in this country at the Grand Opera House
IN New York. when Jim Fisk manage 1t.
He had a beautiful wife-Alice Dunning.
'They tried to think of the words Of the
song. but they couldn't. Short went TO his
scrap book and found the song as Lingard
used to sing it. and here it is:
"1'm Captain links, Of the Horse Marines;
I feed my horse on corn and beans,
And sport young ladies in their teens,
Tho a captain in the army.
] teach young ladies how 10 dance,
How To dance,
How TO dance,
] teach young ladies how 10 dance,
For I'm the pet of the army.
"(SpOken)@Yes, the ladies, bless their
dear little hearts, they dOte upon the mill
t9ry. There's a dear little creature, a
friend of mine, / met her on Broadway the
Cfhar naW and Cna nVnUn0 ar acquaintance
of hers and said. Do you know who that
great parsonage is? No less a person than
the
Captain links Of the Horse Marines;
] feed my horse on corn and beans,
And often live beyond my means,
Tho a captain in the army.
/ Joined my corps when t~wenty-One,
OF course / thought it capital fun;
When the enemy came, OF course l run,
For I'm not cut out for the NY.
When L left home mamma, she cried,
Mamma, she cried,
Mamma, she cried.
When i left home, mamma, she cried,
He's not cut out for the army.
"SpOken)I said, my dear mamma, pray
look at your sons exquisite figure; and L
assure you, my dear mamma, you will ever
find me 2 dutiful boy, and yours, very
truly. (Chorus)
The first time went out to drill,
The bugle sounding made me i'll;
OF the battlefield I'd had my fill,
For I'm not cut out for the army.
The officers, they all did shout,
They all did shout,
They all did shout,
The officers, they all did shout
Why! kick him out OF the army.
'(SpokenI said: Gentlemen, kick me
out. That's a very good joke, upon my
word. I'll retire without being kicked out,
and with the most profound reciprocity Of
feeling. you will ever find me, yours, very
truly (ChOrus.)"
Reginald Bacchus writes from London to
the New York Morning Telegraph:
Yours merrily John r. Rogers has made
a lasting impression on the inhabitants of
Broughton. near Manchester, England.
B~rOughtOn is q denSely populated and
squalid suburb OF Manchester 1t lies in a
hollow beneath the great town, and the
great town sheds its surplus smoke with no
unsparing hand upon the grimy toilers of
BrOushton. Even for that part of the
north Of England, where baths still are
ussf6s-ss In the local comic papers,
dirty neighborhoOd. Any more unlikely
spot for the successful production OF a
comic opera scarcely could be imagined.
The intellectual level of its Inhabitants is
supposed TO come even below that Of the
black country. and the place popularity is
known to newspaper men by a collection Of
epithets which they dare not write down.
and he was determined TO be bound by
none OF the fiery poster traditions of
Broughton. So. having no fiery, untamed
posters to exhibit. he placarded the place
as follows:
WE USE NO PICTURE POSTERS.
So the bills were headed and continued:
IF YOU CANNOT READ THE NEWSPA-
PIERS YOUR PATRONAGE is NOT
REQUIRED.