Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-02-05

WAYS comes in while the regular ones
are engaged in diffusing and furnishing
forth appealing little strains. And his
coming i'm is. of course. the signal for the
rest of 'em instantly to shut off their flow
of music and to look amazed and annoyed
over the appearance of the Funny One
who invariably says something like this:
All ies' heard some souns in hean
vile All was walkin along. an Sd All
thought Aid come fn''--or something
equally idio.ic, futile and disturbful to
the audience. ss
The regular matchmaking Sketchsts
keep up their pretense Of profound in
dignation and demand that the Funny
One show them that he knows how to do
anything in the music-making line.
WhereupOn the blacked-up nuisance of
an interloper pulls out a penny whistle
or ten-cent fageoIet from beneath the
ample folds of his trouserS and proceeds
to ease into our shudderful tympanums
Il bunch OF sounds that cause us to feel
like going to the box Office and demand
ing our money back on peril of burning
down the building.
All during this time there isn't any
music by the Musical Sketchists The
musc-making proceedings come TO a
complete standstilt.' The little woody
notes. of which we've heard the barest
suggestions from the regular ones. have
disappeared through the ventilating win
duWs Or got out of The building some
how and all We see Is a gang OF Musical
Sketchists permitting the Non-funnytui
Blacked-up One to crab their act ana
uleer their stuff and to make the anaif
,nspeaka bly, tedious and nerve-wrackinS
and altogether on the Frizette.
:: ::
Rut ah, the Bunk Counterfeit Comedy
seems to draw to Il happy ending after
a long. long while, aud one OF the Hun
sarian cura ssiers marches down to the
front and modestly announces that, with
the audiences kind pahmission, the
bunch'n now play their conception OF the
barcarole from the Tales Of hoffman,"
oh, fine: We lean back! Now there's
going to be something doing! Now
they're going to pun some music. Now
the Unfunny Junk is going to be canned,
and we're going to nave that way;
tum-tum-ta-ta thing. that Venetian Canal
stuff from the Les Contes de Hon
n,ann"-we stick the French name of 1T
i'm here Just to kind o show that We
know what's what about this operate
thing.
do assemble their various instruments.
and the orchestra strikes into the lnitiai
phrases Of the piece by way OF ophsato
prelude, and the reg music-ma KING
persons on the stage hand out JUST aoou.
four or five bars of the barcarole-Just
about enough to make us feel the mel
fable sa-adness of the thing, and to WISH
that We were listening TO Dalmores ana
Renaud sing it. and the world SWims In
cerise or some approximate color, aid
Bling,
The dream is dissipated. the soap bub,
bile called happiness is punctured, ana
once again We are in the midst OF TIE
dreary gray>life.
Fel. the Comic Diuge in the parody OF
n b.Iifarm has broken in upon the scene
He as in his burnt-cork mitts an m
strument that looks like a cross between
a piccolo and bass viol. and. rlght at
tho tcnderest phrase of the honest-inJuh
Iiece Of music. why. lie steps right IN
front of the Musical Sketchists and ne
tosses al the audience the most horrib's
ai;.clc e larefal diseo. dance ever cased