The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-07-11

transferred into modified English for
us come from. Gabrielle Rejane, whom
We know, acted there until she quit it
and its manager, who was her husband
and opened a theater of her own. Some
of its vaudeville's authors are of in
ternatiOnal repUte-like the Jean Richie
pin of the SOCiete Franchise, who had a
row with David Belasco over the origi-
nation of 'Du Barry" Richepins new
work, The Green Road to the Red
City" was one Of the things / saw at
the Vaudeville. Kobus and Lisbeth are
Holland rustic cousins betrothed since
childhood. He is a born artist, and is
taken TO Harlem for culture. There he
fOrgets Lisbeth and is fascinated by
Siska a posing model in form but not
in morality for artists. Siski is fond OF
kObus, but when he thrashes one of
her other fellows for defaming her, she
says 4 love you, but he pays well, and
I can't let you spoil my business" So
she shifts her gratis attention to a
handsome butcher, who has no scruples
about her sources of income, if only she
gives him a share. KObus, broken
hearted, goes home to marry the faith
full Lisbeth knowingly.
Paris has its COney Island and calls
it the Fete Neuilly. 1t is two miles
long, about 200 feet wide and the surf
far away. It is a bou1evarde strung
with electric bulbs overhead at night,
lined by sideshOws, carOussels, gravity
railways, Whirling airbOats, dance halls,
wine and beer booths, petty games and
all manner of Catch-coin devices At
Y last night, when my taxicab was
one Of hundreds in a slow procession,
this COney Island was a crowded pan
demOnium. Well behaved thousands
sauntered and lOUnged, while loud bands
Of music the sounds from the shows
and the cries of the bankers made a din
Here was the night playground of
Parisians above penury and below at
tiUence. The aggregation of things was
as great as at our Coney Island, but
none of them was anywhere near as big
as our biggest.
The one thing comparable was Luna
park with portals of pretentious in
architecture and resplendently outlined
in electric points. Within the grounds.
however, the structures that make ouI
Luna, Dreamland and Steeplechase
parks wonderful are lacking In one
way, though, we are beaten by the
F'renchmen at their Coney. They de-
mand more danger than satisfies us.
The chutes and gravity roads are short
er, but much sleeper; the merry-gO-
rounds and aerial boats whirl swifter:
tAtN bNAAAA ny bNtAAAE AOhc6 5clfS die lAAUlG
STievous; and Partisan girls loop such
loops in silent joy as would make New
York girls yell bloody murder.
He eats EN- alivei"
The polyglot barker had said so in
French, Spanish, German and Italian:
but if was the English Of it that recalled
he phrase from wild stage travesties
IF Coney Island that made me go into
see how the promise would be kept by
some faker. Is your Sunday breakfast
well settled? Is your stomach proof
against disquiet for dinner? If neither.
then don't read the next paragraph.
which is written to show how agreea-
bly, Parisians may be disgusted-how
pleasuTably Mortified.
A German in East Indian garb and
talking English with a Teutonic accent,
is the sole performer in this show
besides snakes. He took them from glass
cases, told what species they were, and
asserted deadly venom for some, de-
claring his abnormal power to charm
them into harmlessness. No one had