New-York tribune., 1903-03-08
THEATRICAL INCIDENTS AND NEWS NOTES,
! nc oAGA OF ERIC THE BORED; OR, THE 7,1L,E OF
4 TERRIBLE WEDNESDAY-MRS CARTER or N0Ta !,

cheese sieaneo that they had well stocked u-
srartes and long evenings Of leisure
went to the Criterion after dinner NY cigar
nao been good one, strong and long. was
sleepy. And SO portion Of the first act passed
very pleasantly: 1t waz the best first act in q
Lederer production that have vet been present 10
went to Resurrecto ones @neH Fea6 TSse tSs pSe SP
Wss nsig All the sSs Ssrf up til sundRwn to finish IT.
e ent, grim and squslid was the picture Of life Toll
strokes and SO sleepy was Ths Sspv Scene was
being shown on the stage Of the Victoria when
and saPesy fts tfo e tmoSPhare Of
~ sSsae 1 N me book On the stage each Juror as
delivered himself Of his lines with fuII conscious.
d @ tssy Ea Ess ag gsog II th Ty aS n
ma sinE the laugh as loud as possible. This is not
car for Weber and Fieids's when the curtain rose
IAN tickets not purchased Of spscuators will be
s51 et Ine qoor heard some one say on the
Smelled the srnokiRg-car atmosphere with relief.
der anvSS @ S9dn spe haunting DOOR oI aee M pow
heard Miss Lillian Russell sing a song about an
diamond i9 the skay, and sHt then n Wine Collier an
n9onced s9ed inst ne vas going away from mere;
be- aeFe eess sata MS Collier From heFe' said
E.es sssr! assEE, cried suddenly losing control Of
oqf ceremony, while an echo seemed to answer,
Bingham says The FTisEy Mrs. JohRsen' Is the
time; I hate to be unchiValrous to women and /
a9iqn,t want to have to charge her with untruths
before the evening was over, because I liked
Cole and Johnson's songs, and wanted 70
ley helped them with it. From where I stood
at the rear end Of the Bijou coffin Miss Cahnl
an9ev 8u r ts was midst Il on the the SSng9
pleasing erect OF the play there came song
which was coarse noisy out of key with everything
else in the show except a man who played the part
like an echo Of The Biiiionsire" Could Edwin
Stevens be singing that song? Was II not Jerome
It might have been either. The peculiar Bijou smell
made my head ache frightfuiIy. "I SIN 5oing
Who was SH laHggSing ike an fidiot % Reay sad
he, with a polite lift of the eyebrows.
the street where the Bishop moved with such sweet
Quietness that could not bear to disturb him, to
the Darling Of the Forty second-st. Gods. This is
on the programme. But David Belasco was putting
up game on me wnaI aav@ @ & ever G eoT f 70 IaI %
Am I blind? Miss Blanche Bates, indeed!
watched the Darling of these Gods of his beat her
was handiest, while the audience Whtpered, Amt
the scenery grand?" and I saw through his little
fash of insight the truth. Mrs. Leslie Carter has
dyed her hair black!
And here the manuscript ends abruptly. The
writer never reached the Garden Theatre. which
is q pity His experiment was hazardous under
taking for the strongest Of men, and he, apparent
ly not Of the strongest. He should have started
on his round with the memory Of Mr.. McCarthy's
play or else ended with its refreshment. Poor
man! what was his end? We catch in fancy his
hair erect like quilts upon the fretful procupne
excIaiming, II am going away from here!' while
like out of the dark, the voice of hcAyoy came up
hoarsely as from the pit, and the spectre OF MRS
Carter stood at the tootboard ana poured lnh!!
darkness out Of bottle upon her phosPhorescehI
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