The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 30, 1895, Page 13

THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, JUNE 30, 1895. 13 T do not like plays which deal with little dead children. So firmly is this prejudice seated on my soul, that the Immortal Bard himself cannot prevail against it. I refrain from “Richard IIL” I cannoten- dure the thought of the pretty Princes, done to death in London Tower, with their yellow, lovelocks blood-bedabbled, and terror in their eyes. And if I cannot suffer so with Shakes- peare, why should I annoy myselt with | Mr. Bronson Howard? Nevertheless I went to see “Young Mrs. Winthrop”— largely because I had promised this article |and had no choice in the matter. Nat- urally, I did not enjoy myself. I was racked in spirit each time the lifeless body of the Winthrop babe wasdragged into the stage argument to cover this point, that or the other, and I quivered in the flesh when Miss Craven put on the mourning robes and gave to the world a travesty of Niobe. Miss Cravenlenjoys rude health. Itisa blessed gift and it becomes her well. But the bloom upon her firm, round cheeks, the color in her ripe, rea lips and the abundant curves of her generous figure point to the path which leads away from emotional drama, and make her portrayal of suffering akin to the ridiculous. The isolated opportunities to smile permitted her by “Young Mrs. Winthrop” gave glimpses of the sweet, sunshiny personal- ity which won her favor as a member of the Frohman Company, where her line was distinctly comedy. Just whby she has chosen to disguise her best gifts in such characters as “Vera” and “Young Mrs. Winthrop” is for the initiated to answer. There is nothing in Miss Craven’s appear- ance and less in her voice to suggest tempes- tuous feeling. Her quiet tones rest pleas- antly on the ear, but they do not reach the heart; her simple methods please as simplicity never fails to do, but beyond this point she does not rise; and she lacks utterly that power to stir the soul, which we call magnetism for want of a better word, and even then, only half understand. She is a fine, fresh young woman of gentle manners, which invite the friendliest of sentiments, but she is not an emotional actress, and large, unwieldy, sleek and round, big of bone and mild of eye, she stands knee-deep in passion’s stream, munching her lines with bovine placidity. Ohél Ohé! -How old ‘‘Young Mrs. Winthrop” is grown. It was somewhere in the long ago, when mad desires were subject to the control of prudent parents, that I wept tears of blood because I might not have my hair bobbed off behind and ruffled up before, like the first of the “Young Mrs. Winthrops.” It seemed to me then a good and a beautiful thing to do. Even as young Mrs. Winthrop herself seemed to me beautiful and good. I remember I thought her a lovely and pa- thetic figure, the creature of cruel circum- stance, the victim of wanton fate. Her grief was holy and her sorrows blessed. She seemed to me to wear a martyr’s crown and to suffer as only the good may suffer— unjustly and horribly, soulfully and in silence. But, above all, it was her hair which bound me to her. Oh! the dazzling sin- gularity, the daring originality, the un- precedented elegance of the hair of the first “Young Mrs. Winthrop!” It was shingled over the nuque, where the world had hitherto been wont to let its hair lieat length, and curled contradictorily over the crown, where ordinary, every-day hair was seen to be straight and smooth. I would have hied me direct from the theater doors to the barber’s chair bad I been allowed to visit either place of amusement unchaper- oned. A restraining hand was laid upon me, but other girls knew what liberty meant. For a week the town bristled with the *‘Young Mrs. Winthrop” coiffure. Long hair was no longer a glory unto woman. Yards of silken loveliness were sacrificed to the silliest and shortest-lived of fashions, and wept over before the wan- ing of another moon. Think, thinkhow long ago! And marvel not that the bloom of her first fair youth, the beaute damnée du diable,the charm and witchery of newness, have gone from “Young Mrs. Winthrop.” She no longer indulges in a youthful fad for unique hair arrangements, but parts her locks neatly down the middle, and matches her little side combs to the value of a single hair and looks as commonplace and uninteresting and aged and triangular as nearly all other women under similar conditions. Butl am not prejudiced against her on this ac- count. It is because I look on her now with eyes hardened to stage suffering and sobered by the intervening years. Sheis no martyr, after all, this young Mrs. Winthrop, and she has a selfish and a shallow soul. She is dull, sullen, suspi- cious, and prone to listen to the clatter of idle tongues. Hers isa sordid little story and it is not very prettily wold, and it is not altogether true, which does not suit the realistic tendency of the times. I hear that Mr. Frawley offers a liberal price for new plays, and new plays are needed. Can anything, for example, be more hopelessly out of date than the hu- mor of Mrs. Bob-Dick or Mrs. Dick-Bob, whichever she really was? The mold lies thick upon it, and yet it was once ac- cepted as humor of the most grotesque, and there were those among us who thought it a questionable pleasantry at that. Ah, me! and well-a-day! The world has been growing wicked while Young Mrs. Winthrop has been growing old. And yet, hoary in sin as the world may be, it can still take its pleasure innocently with Joshua Whitcomb, and even so hum- ble an exponent of his virtues as the actor who is now tramping over the road beaten smooth by Denman Thompson. If, as I read the other day in some sheet worthy of attention, the business of the critic is to report the sentimentsof the audience, joyous enthusiasm anent “The Old Homestead’” would flood these col- umns and trickle over on the next page. But, unfortunately for the other writer, I do not agree with him at all. Every- body cherishes an individusl opinion, it would seem, as to the business of the critic, from the manager who thinks the critic was made to boom his theater to the soul- less being who wonders why the critic was created at all. It is well in this metier of ours to master the philosophy of Esop. I keep continually in mind that fable wherein an old man started to ride an ass to market, while his son walked dutifully beside, and being reproached for cruelty to the young, yielded the saddle to the boy, who in turn was condemned for dis- respect to age, and compromised by taking his father up beside him. Then they were both reviled for cruelty to animals, and ended by walking to market, carrying the ass between them. Isuppose the ass was pleased, but that is not the moral. I must write about “The Old Home- stead” then, as I would ride to market, in the way that suits me best, without pan- dering to the views of any ass—exeept, in- deed, by accident. Ihavealways regarded Denman Thompson'’s picture of New Eng- land life as far too faithful in detail to be attractive, and the play is still as nearly his as weak and puerile imitation can make it. The homely sweetness of a man scrub- bing himself at a pump does not appeal to my sense of the picturesque. I cannot rise to the ecstasy of the occasion. George Moore declares, in all seriousness, that the ugliest object in life is a woman washing herselfat a basin. Ithink heishalf right, but perhaps he has not studied man ata pump. Then the touching simplicity of stocking feet! I do not seem to feel the thrill that I should feel when Uncle Joshua takes off his cowhide boots. I look at faces irradiated by a chaste joy. I hear little broken, happy murmurs, inarticulate burblings of delight. I know an ineffable bliss has settled over the audience at the sight of those gray, knitted socks, and I know that in some way I am out of it. Perhaps it is a matter of education. I shall certainly ask a few men I know to invest in gray woolen socks, and eome up tomy house and walk around in them, two or three evenings of each week, and I shall cultivate a soulful happiness while they are pattering over my waxed floors. Iam willing to learn anything I do not already know, and when “The Old Home- stead” comes again to San Francisco I, too, may be able to gurgte over those socks and whisper reverently “Oh! how natu- ral,”’ and feel something lumpy in my throat and something moist in either eye. I wonder who originated the idea that persons who lack education, taste and re- finement are compensated by a just heaven with superior virtue. Are not morals com- patible with grammar? And what isthere so profoundly touching in ignorance, ex- cept, indeed, the ignorance of youth, which asks for knowledge outof lovely and ap- pealing eyes? Chivalry and honor have lived in the breasts of men polished to their finger- tips, and more than one gentlewoman has held her virtue to be a sacred thing. A fig for the gush and rapture wasted on the moral beauty of the unwashed. It is worse than wicked to be vulgar. As for New Englana life, as for the old farm life even, idealized as it is in stage pictures and dialect stories—who to-day out of the vast audiences who have ap- plauded it in the one form and wept over it in the other—who, I say, would go back and live it out? No one who knows that to which he goes. Farm life in New England is not fasci- nating. It is a demnition grind. It bends and bows and sours and spoils its men, and it crushes life, soul, love and ambition out of its women. It is the hot- bed of malice, the well-spring of all un- | charitableness. The Puritan spirit which forbade a man to kiss his wife on Sunday, found sin in beauty and lodged the devil in song and laughter, and pinned the Scarlet Letter on the heart of its dishonored women, is still | stiff in the New England neck. Brr-r! I love them not. The Orpheum is failing fast. Not finan- cially, if I may judge by the mad struggle for seats, which was still going on at a quarter before nine last Monday evening. And despite the summer season, the audience was sprinkled over with that quality of persons to be designated by the elastic little word “nice.” In New York, at this particular time of year, the high world even makes the effort of a trip to town for an evening at the concert hall and roof garden, which pick up all the patronage from closed theatersand reap their richest harvests in the merry month of June. Here, as I understand it, for that sort of thing there is no vogue. I should hardly think the present state of vaudeville in San Francisco would encour- age it. Atone time the Orpheum held its own with New York vaudevilles, employed the same artists, paid the same prices and gave an excellent entertainment, to which the British mother might have taken her babe and known no shame. But that day has gone by. Itisacheap show that is given at the Orpheum now—ch and. vulgar— with only here and there a’ number to lift it from a dreary monotony. Feats in ex- pectoration and cruel personal chastise- ment constitute an order of amusement concerning which classes of society are sharply divided, and the Orpheum management should decide with prompti- tude to which particular class it is more profitable to cater. Mrs. Potter touches at the goal of her ambitions. One of them, that is. She is to play at Daly’s Theater and practically, under Daly’s management, since the im- perial Augustin is to organize and re- organize her company. Before Cora Urqu- hart Potter was distressed by a bee in her bonnet, which buzzed about the elevation of the stage, her one idea was to enter the charmed Daly circle. The Fates, coupled with her inefficiency, were against her. It is easy enough to get into Daly’s with ever 80 little talent and, whatever has been said orsung to the contrary, red tape counts here for nothing. Daly is the most impar- tial as he is the most unpleasant of man- agers, and, excepting always his stars, has but one rule for prince and peasant ali Yes! Itis easy enough to get into Daly’s —if one is satisfied to get only so far in and wait, it may be for years and it may be forever, for a chance to be seen by an audience, I do not really know how many chorus Beople are getting fifteen dollars a week at aly’s jugt for standing about in the wings and saying My lord, the carriage waits.” Daly isalways on the lookout for talent and hates to let a promising youngster slip by him, but it usually begins and ends there, and most persons are averse to wasting a fair young life for the emptgfihonor of being known as a silent member of the Daly Company. It is with a certain painful surprise that I note the continued success of the Gaiety Girl Company. It is now playing in Syd- ney or Melbourne, I forget which, at sal- aries which are simply stupendous. This shows what the cacfiet of London will do assisted, in my humble opinion, by that singularly fetching poster of Dudley Hardy’s, which promised so much more than a Gaiety Girl fulfilled. When I read in Le Figaro that Paris found Marcel Prevost’s dramatization of his “Demi-Virgins” might be too risqué for a French audience, I smiled sweetly. This sudden gnalm of modesty was so utterly French. Paris had survived the book, in which nothing was left unsaid, and even on the stage it is_impossible to speak the unspeakable. However, Pre- vost took warning and has flown, it seems, to the opposite extreme. The play is so refined tEat Paris is bored to madness at the sight and sound of it, although Jane Hading has the leading role. There is no denying the cleverness of the story—that is, from the standpoint that it is clever to talk learnedly about all sorts of forbidden things. La Grande Duse has begun her London engagement and gives no evidence of her large and extensively advertised illness. It is gossiped abroad that her managers make the extremely foolish mistake of supposing her reputed feebleness of body will en- hance her attractions as an artist. At all events they invariably publish a report of her agpraaching demise a week or 80 be- fore she appears in any big European city, a very old and shabby trick which never yet has done an actress one atom of good. That is one comfortable quality in Bern- hardt. She is subject to “va}mrs,” and her disposition frequently interferes with her Eer!ormuxce. but she has never worked er dear publie for symvpathy and one does not read at regular intervals that she is hovering on the edge of an early grave. May Irwin is to star next season in a vlay especially written for her by the dramatic critic of the Boston Herald. I devoutly hope that this farce-comedy, for such it is, affords her.no_ opportunity tor singing “Mamie, Come Kiss Your Honey Boy.” I like Miss Irwin. I have liked her from Daly to Dailey, as it were; but she has imposed the Honey Boy on an indulgent public for an all-sufficient period of years, and it is time she gave him a last long and lingering one and laid him away to his honored rest. SHOOTING KING HONCRED, A Hearty Reception to Captain F. Attinger by the Turners. VICTORY WITH THE RIFLE. Praise for the Athletes Who Carried the Day at the Los Angeles Festlval. Captain F. Attinger of the Turner Verein Bchuetzen section was given a rousing the members of the organization, but the president, Philo Jacoby, hustled around and in a little while he rounded up a goodly number of the Turners, who quickly put on their uniforms and marched to | the ferry to meet their captain. The lat- ter, with Mrs. Attinger and Miss Attinger, | were soon seated in an open carriage. in which was seated Second Lieutenant Joseph Straub. Joseph Castor and Philo Jacoby, rifles in hand and covered with numerous medals won at the targets, walked at the sides of the carriage as guards of honor. Led by a uniformed | drum corps the procession moved “F Mar- | ket street to Turk and out to the hall. | __Uvpon entering the hall First Lieutenant | Fred Kommer called Captain Attinger to | the center of the room and in the name of the organization bade him welcome and extended the hearty congratulations and thanks of his fellow Turners who remained at home for preserving the honor and | glory of the Turners while abroad. He | called particular attention to the fact that | Captain Attinger had won two first prizes | and one secons LIEUTENANT SIRAUB. LIEUTENANT KOMMER. CAPTAIN ATTINGER. LEADING FIGURES AT THE TURN VEREIN SCHUETZEN SECTION RECEPTION LAST NIGHT. reception last evening at Turner Hall on Turk street upon his return from the scene of his athletic and marksinan’s victories. He led a sturdy band of Turners to Los Angeles fo participate in the athletic games and shooting festival. He and they eovered themselves with glory and won wmany prizes, which victories have been published in the telegraphic columns of the CALL. Captain Attinger and his wife and daughter arrived on the train last evening. ThLeir coming was not known to all of and u the last day, Tuesday, he had faced the target and won the title of the Schuetzen King. Hisrival had made the high score 0f90 out of a possible 100 points. Captain Attinger came in at the last moment and made the splendid score of 92 points. On firing his last shot he was crowned the shooting king and carried from the range upon the shoulders of the crowd. His comrades noted his victories with proud hearts. Captain Attin, modestly responded that he was, p; that he was able to hold such an honorable hosmon and he would always strive to vhe honor of the Turners. He dwelt at length upon what his companions had accomplished. Philo gacoby, in a brief speech, said that Mrs. Attinger, too, comes in for some of the praise. Like the wife of the knight of old, she had stood by her husband and cheered and sustained him during all his struggles for victories. Three cheers were given for the u}l)_tain and three more for his good wife. Then the entire company repaired to one of the large anterooms, where a light repast was spread. More speeches were made, and a pleasant time was enjoyed by all. ¥ x The remainder of the Turners will arrive this evening, and a reception of a similar order will be given to then SWIFT MACHINERY AND LABOR. Manufacturers and Workingmen Under Changing Conditions. ‘We know a manufacturer, employing 700 operatives, who is busy with experiments to determine the productive unit of a work- ing day in the hope of being able to dimin.. prize in the athletic games | ish the number of the hours of labor in that day. His idea is to ascertain what constitutes a fair day’s product, and then to heip his employes to fewer hours of labor by requiring from them only that product, turned out as it may be in fewer hours than at present, If nine hours of fresher and more buoyant labor will turn out the same roduct as ten hours of more jaded labor, Ee can afford to gay and is disposed to pay the same wages for the former as for the latter. His operatives, he believes, by rea- son of this incentive of more leisure f{)r Te- creation, will do swifter and better work while they ars emploved, and the shorter working day will be a boon to them, while it will inflict no loss upon him, says the Boston Transcript. In the furtherance of such experiments as this, the improvements which have been made in machinery count as an important factor. These improvements {0 a large ex- tent have taken the direction of increased speed. The American Wool and Cotton eporter furnishes striking corroborative evidence on this point. In some print- cloth mills spindles are run at a speed of from 10,000 to 12,000 revolutions a minute, which is double the rate of thirty years ago. Broad looms which twenty-five years ago would run 70 picks per minute on woolens and worsteds are now run at 100 to 110 picks. The improvements in spin- ning machines have resulted in better yarn, and this enables the looms to do more rapid and better work, Cotton looms making print cloths are run up to 210 picks a minute, as against a rate of 100 picks a minute thirty years ago. The ‘most remarkable performance wasthat of a loom at the World’s Fair av Chicago, run- ning at the rate of 280 picks a minute on inghams. There have been similar gains in carpet-making machinery and in all de- partments of manufacture. 1t is true, doubtless, that the swifter machinery is more exacting in its de- mands upon the workman. But it re- sults in a very considerable increase in the product which he is able to turn out. A part of the advantage of this increase very properly goes to the manu T, a8 & return upon the increased cost of his plant. A part of it inures to the public in the form of lower prices. Buta part belongs to the operative, and may properly be realized by him in the form of fewer hours of labor or better wages. To a certain extent these gains are already his, and they will be his to a larger degree as such experiments as that of the manufacturer to whom we re- ferred at the beginning take shapein a ule adjusted to the new con- ditions. NEW BUILDERS' EXCHANGE The Plan Submitted by Archi- tect Brown Has Been Ac- cepted. IT WILL COST OVER 10,000. The Bullding Ready for Occupation Not Later Than Septem= ber First. Work on the new Builders’ Exchange will commence a week from to-morrow. The plans submitted by Architect A. Page Brown have been accepted by the building committee, and on Friday were ratified by ct only to a_question of rent. Should there be any dispute the matter will be submitted to arbitration, , Another feature is that all contracts for building and fur- nishing must be let to members of the ex- change, The new Builders’ Exchange will be erected on the northwest corner of New Montgomery and Mission streets, with the main_entrance on the first-named thor- oughfare. The structure will be of brick, two stories high, with a frontage of 80 feet on New Montgomery street and runnin, back 503 feet on Mission. The outside o the building will be handsomely cemented, which will add materially to its attractive- ness. The exchnnie _complete will cost about $10,000, the building alone calling for $6800. *“The ground floor will be occuvied asa main exchange room,” said Secretary James A. Wilson yesterday, “though there will be a general assembly room, three telephone rooms, a large lobby, clerks’ room and members’ Jockers and boxes. Each member will have his own box, in- cluding a separate mail box. From the lower end of the lobby the broad stairs lead to the gallery on second floor. Here there will be nine large rooms for estimating Em—posel, a directors’ room and an assem- ly chamber. These last two are so con- THE NEW BUILDERS’ [From a plan drawn by Architect A. Page Brown.] EXCHANGE. the board of directors. Yesterday the con- tract between the Builders’ Exchange and the Sharon estate was formally signed, and now all that prevents immediate work on the building is the fact that the contracts will not be given out until next Friday. On that day at 1:15 P. . the bids will be opened and the contracts awarded to the lowest bidders. The Builders’ Exchange has a very smooth-running agreement with the Bharon estate. The latter is to erect the building according to the plans accepted by the building committee, the exc hange securing a lease on the property for five years. Either party, however, at the end of three and a half years has a right to cancel the contract, providing a three months’ notice is given. At the end of five years the lease may be renewed, sub = structed that they can be made into one, should the occasion demand it. *‘In the center of the roof will be built a large dome skylight, while the balance of the upper story will be lighted with win- rwu, these being extra large. The ground oor will be lighted in the same manner. The interior finishings will be in grained pine, and the outside upper wall will be covered with old Spanish tiling. The ex- change, will, of course, be furnishea with the most approved lavaratories and such other conveniences as are found in modern structures.” The contract calls for the completion of the new exchange by September 1, when the members of the exchange will take possession. The building committee con- sists of W. B. Anderson, Thomas Elam and James A. Wilson. Not Such = Sport After All. A man whe looked es though hehad spent the night and many othersin subter- ranean waterways, the flow of which he had not disturbed, walked by Madison- square Garden the other day. He stag- gered along under the porticos on the Twenty-seventh-street side. As he reeled up to a big open door, where the stuffed animals and alligators which had been on view at the Sportsman’s exhibition were a:;a:fmg transportation, he paused with a star Before him stood a grizzly bear, with wide o%en jaws, holding a basket in its paws. e turned away as though greatly startled. On hisleft wasa jaguar at the throat of a young calf. He shuddered per- ceptibly at "this and backed into a stuffed snake swallowing a preserved rabbit, and he with fear in his eyes he stumbled over a crocodile the expression of his face was astudy. With a wild {ell he started down the street, past several side doors and al- lnring beer signs, and what he thought nobody knew positively, but there were many good guesses. ——— . HOW JONAH LOOKED LATER. An African Convert Supplies History Where the Bible Is Silent. Here is a composition written by a little African girl at Palmas five years after she was caught running wild. It was read at a missionary meeting by Bishop Clark. The spelling is corrected : 5 “HISTORY, GEOGRAPHY AND THE EARTH.” “Do you know what historyis? His- tory, you know, teaches us what is to hap- penin the past event. Geography shows ‘where the thing has hagpened at. Histor! tells us when Adam and Eve were created, and geography shows us where the Garden of Eden is—which continent and which division. ‘‘History tells us that Adam was the first man that was created, and while he was sleeping God teok out one of his ribs and made Eve. After a while he went to walk among the trees of the garden. Con- versation took Plnce between her and the devil. The devil told her to eat some kind of fruit which God had told her and Adam not to eat. She took it and ate it; also took some for her husband. When Adam saw it he did not take no time to ask where she got it from. ‘‘History, geography and. the earth just do go together. One tells us about this and one tells about that, etc. Histories are in- teresting to read, indeed they are. It tells us about the whale. The whale is the largest animal in the sea. Whales is spoken of 1\; the Bible. When God had sent Jonah to Nineveh to preach to the people about their sins Jonah refused to go. He went into a ship with uomegeople. He first went in there to hide from God, but God caused a storm to take Elace. The ship went from this way to that way. The people was afraid indeed, and they began to cast lots. The lot fell upon Jonah, so they up and throwed him into the sea. ““While he was goi_ng to the very bottom of the sea he went with this animal, so the whale said: ‘My friend, where are you going?' Jonah anewered and said unto im: ‘I have disobeyed my God and am trying to hide from his face.’ The whale said: ‘You ought to be ashamed of your- self. Don’t you know that neither I nor you can hide from his face?’ Jonah said: ‘Oh, whale! I am afraid. I donot know what I am doing or saying.’ The whale said: ‘Oh, Jonah, Jonah, hearken unto me, and take heed to yourself, for, inceed, I will swallow you up soon.’ Jonah said: ‘Have mercy upon me, oh, whale, and, it it is God’s wufohe will carry me 1 | | | | | safely to the land, so I may obey him.’ The whale said: ‘Jonah, put your head in my mouth and get ready for your life.’ Jonah said: ‘Whale, I think you had better swallow me, because I see there is is no use talking.” The whale said: ‘Jonah, the idea of your running away from God! You will bear the consequences; thatisall I got to say.” At the same time he did swallow him up. ‘‘Jonah thought the whale’s body was his grave and end. Therefore, Jonah offers up a prayer to God for his sins if he should die before he should get to the shore if it was God’s will to carry his soul to heaven. The whale did not rest day after day nor night after night, so after three days, the svhal;wenttothe shore and vomited up onah. *‘Jonah was like a drowned rat.”—N York Press. s ————— M. Dieulnfoy‘ the explorer of Persia, has carefully examined the valley of Rephaim, south of Jerusalem, where gnvid crushed the Philistines. He finds that the Bible account of the battle is accurate, and that David’s tactics' show the highest military capacity, and were like those of Frederick the Great at Mollwitz and Rossbach, and of Napoleon at Austerlitz. ———————— Euphrates Esculapius Endymion Me- Jimsey is the name of a clerk in the re- corder’s office at Marysville, Mo. Hesigns his rather euphonious name with a bj rubber stamp. His mother was a studen of oriental history and mythology. THE OWL DRUC CcO., CUT-RATE A% DRUGGISTS! 1128 Market Street, SAN FRANCISCO, 820 S. Spring Streeot, L0S ANGELES. 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