The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1907-11-23
.D0NALDsoNVILLE LA. SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 1907.
NEW ORLEANS LETTER.
a Little eIrlis First Day at sehoei-Ia.
fantlla Maternal tHstinetwGra
George In gYpisal fFsneh
CuiaedS~ Other Theatrical
Attraetiohss
New orieaas, La, Nov, %. 1907

stad Correspondence Of The Chief;
The littlest member of our house
hold started to school last week. Il
was red-letter day for every body in
the house the morning that she
donned her little refer and wide brim.
med hat, and with primer, eopybook and
newly sharpened pencils tucked under
one small arm, strobe grandly forth
TO begin the serious business of ac-
quiring an education. Be very good,
Reuby," " every futtering grown-up ad-
qised, ''and be sure to study hard. !"
A far less chesty little maiden than the
one who had strutted off proudly in
the morning reappeared among her
adoring relatives at noon. Shucks
school wasn't what it was cracked up
to be. The ole teacher wasn't no
count, nohow; all she teached you
was to throw your hands over your
head and benin your back like you
was sWimmin'; and after spendin'
whole morning at school you couldn't
even read or write single thingl
What kind of school was that, any,
how? "But, dearie,'' we protested,
family, ''don't you know something to-
day that you didn't know yesterday?"
"Nothing but lot o. little girlsla
came the answer with patent disgust.
Reuby is very fond of little Arthur,
the small Indian boy from Alaska
who, with his adopted mamma, is
guest in the. Bentley household The
other evening Arthur's mamma went
to the theatre and left him at home.
The brief separ alton threatened to
break his heart, and he set up howl
which proved to a certainty that his
lungs were in pretty fit condition.
Reuby sought to comfort him, and
putting her small arms about his
shoulders, crooned to him softly, her
baby voice vibrating with the mother
instinct that lies dormant in
in every feminine thing. There,
there, Arthur, don't you cry, nshe ad-
monished tenderly, "but just be nice
and quiet and go to bed like good
little 1ndian!'
Apropos of children and their un-
consciously humorous sayings I heard
a good child-story the other day
which possibly may be new to you, too.
A small boy was being reproyed for
going to ball game on the Sabbath.
''Well, I heard pretty much the same
thing at the ball game this evening
that I heard at Sunday school this
morning. he declared. "Only diff
ference was, at Sunday school they
said: Stand up for the Lord, and
at the ball game they said: For
Christ's sake, sit downl'n
Grace George, who is appearing
this week at the Tulane in stDivor-
cons" tmeaning "Let Us Be Di-
vorced,' ~ is thoroughly refreshing
and charming little eomedienne and
plays the part of "Cypriennen in a
manner that leaves nothing to be de-
sired. When Miss George first APP
pears one is rather impr essed with her.
homeliness, but her grace, magnetism
and spright1y acting, set off by gowns
that are dreams and hats that are in
SEPARATIONS, soon serve to charm the
Imagination into belief that she is al
most beautiful. 'sDivorconsa is
clever French comedy, seasoned with
suggestions, delicately favored with
vulgarity, and served with the sauce
piquant OF yelled allusions and spicy
inuendoes that may delight the mental
palate of the roue but prove rather too
rich and distasteful diet for the aver
age wholesome mind. To one who can
consider the bright comedy, ludicrous
situations and clever acting of Miss
George and her excellent support
apart from the risque and offensive
qualities of the text, the play will
prove delightful and entertaining.
Otherwise, I would advise course of
'tThe Couny Chairman" playing at
the Crescent, or trial of the cosmo-
politan bill of fare to be had at the.
0rpheum. Brown OF Harvard will
be next weeks attraction at the Tulane.
It is surprising how many and d.
verse were the opinions concerning
saPeter Pan" the dainty play which
appeared at the Tulane last week and
served as vehicle to exploit the in
imftable charm and grace of Maude
Adams. ut was play for child,n
asserted some, mot for the serious
grown-up, and unworthy of the talents
of d Maude Adams. y An echo of
our Childhood, others declared with
equal emph asis, .tmade doub1y deli
.cious through the genius of Miss Ad-
ans. Verify, I say unto you, it
takes many minds to make a world.
E. B.
Tho Chief aYAauda heartfelt nonda