Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1911-03-26

Newsboys," never action Franchise.
Newsboys sounds juvenile.
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Monsieur Lepine's whole plan was to
reduce struggle to minimum and make
the fewest arrests possible. He massed
the police of the sixth and twelfth wards
round the theater: those of the ninth to
keep the Avenue de fOpera; mounted
municipal guards in the Palais Royal;
foot guards in the peristyle, and plain
clothes men seated everywhere in orches-
ira, parquet, balcony and galleries, to
.'pacify' the auditorium, in vain.
In vain because. scatter your plain
clothes men as thick as raisins in pud-
ding, there will always be more pudding
than raisins, and the plotters We're also
thick among the honest public. From
LIE Bargy's first speech, solemn young
men rose, one after another, in the par
ouet, declaiming: Ladies and gentlemen,
the piece which you are hearing
Henceforth, nevertheless, the first rep
resentation and all its successors melt
into a gorgeous nightmare, from which
the historian can pick but types OF trou-
BILE
AS in bad dreams. muffied roar made
droning orchestration for these high acts
the murmur of the mob outside pune
tuated by rushes, rescues, charges, pls-
toll shots and magnesium explosions.
Violent cries in the first gallery, free
fights up there where the honest public
tired of Interruptions, aid the PLAIN
clothes men.
In the orchestra. as Actor Grand cour-
ageously continues. 'Ah. 1t cut me 10
the heart" a ,whiskered party bellows,
Bullets in the heart of deserter
while behind their hats or hands held 10
their faces i.tty scattered plotters took
the work up: Bullets. Bullets. me
free fight continued in the gallery No
example is more enticing. Neighbors or
these Bullets howlers tried to shut
them up, pending the plain-clothes men :
arrival. Lacking practice, other gentie-
men and ladies were pushed, crushed and
hustled in the melee.
See a Frenchman fighting for his loved
one. Monsieur, you have torn my wife $
chicis.' Brute, let go my daughter
dress! ''Satyr. watt" Vlan. Smash
(''Twist mis- arm. Georges Henri, they
are choking your father Monsieur.
here is my card.' And my foot!' "As
sassins. Murder. (CrashD
1t was not a theater. but the Kilkenny
Fair, with strange holds, cane smashing.
rolling and dragging. until sixty plain
clothes men had cleaned out ten ring
readers 10 hundred honest members o.
the public Most of the ringleaders, 10
last longer, had sat down decorously,
reading their programs, as soon as the
trouble was we'll under wayD Obviously
This Is Maxim 3 of Pujos Chapter VII
C1nterior Disturbances') of the abridSed
Royalist's Handbook.
Obviously, also, as each contingent O.
mixed sheep and goats was dragged gu
no matter what evening-the total aud.
ence thinned that much withou,
ever arriving at the .hoped-for Offering
that would leave the sheep in peaceful
possession. On the contrary, had there
been enough acts, but why moralize?
These are mere types OF trouble
verbatim account would fill pages.
Each time general drag-out brought
momentary relief, the remaining con-
spirators waited for their cue in the
dialogue. When Mile. Provost asks
Friedegar: What would you call an
irreparable act?" they yelled in
chorus: ITO desert the hag!"
Under their coats they carried great
policemen's rattles. automobile hOnks,
bird calls and sirens. When LIE Bargy
announces: Il am going far away"
amid a veritable pandemonium of
honks. the cry arose: ITO Brussels!"
ITO Brussels" Honk! Honk. ITO
Brussels!
From box No. Is few a pure white
pigeon. Sentinel, don't shoot! It Is a
bird from France" they yelled from
balcony and gallery. Shoot. deserters!"
came deep tones. presumably from the
grilled loges-pigeon and quotation be-