The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, January 27, 1901, Page 7

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THE SUNBAY CALL. 7 the Fress Pubdlishing k World. Al rights S ke e A mse; in New cable relations be . ad at last been restored by nformal W once with a name some. d g A Trip t wn' would instructive idea of Hoyt's play painless- 4 the New York's Chinatown 3 1f there's the blueh you are o e Chinese hinese theater in Dovers o ok % Sing repiied the re the wes a door. na strewn nese lettering on rof er, probing the twin r e to stab each grain of it t w gay! this chop suey's all suppose it's made of 2" Scmg Funmny Ongs §t11] the best society held her at arm's know.” asked soclety ‘that your husband e e gout rathe than mere Because,” the woman replied dignified- s carried a raw potato in his + for two months now without get- ashed, and many her to their 5 o'clocks. Boston gi 1 was engaged to me up on grammar before a week over our heads The one 1 knew 2 2 while 1 was pro- Chicago Record ere’'s one good thing about at is it? can't sing those glee songs are yelling.—Baltimore Ain- we need any necessities for d like a Roman chair, one of m Venishun lanterns, an’ some more th' cozy eorner.”—Indianapolis re. Penbloseo ~Do you know, our re- the eame day? y—How good of you to ns will fe KS BADU BOY TAKEs 'tne (JROCEBYMAN CHINATOWN o | s 7 £ (it ‘IT'S JusT A MITE TOO RICH' 5 OLD 2 GROCERYMAN APPEARED made a hit. Why not go behind the scenes and ask her to take suoper with us after the show. I'll set up the ‘wi ou bet I will,” asserted the old man. “T'll go round right now and, what's mors, T'll steal a kiss, See. she's just go ing off the stage. So long The cld groceryman vanished The boy hunted him $5, explained that the old groceryman meant no harm, and sent him around to iook after that aged Lothario. 1 the boy stood e heard a wild D the bouncer, gave relieved groceryman. ye know, I thought, jest at first, that you was up to some of vour old tricks again.” “Say!" went on the groceryman, aftar sceryman ap- 5B peared sixty “Well,” hazarded the Bad Boy the stege for a moment, “I pijes an A ; e Plong § pened to be passing here yesterday, and the local alc el e 1 saw a long line of children coming t¢ and 1 wouldn't be w money either way in this pla put up eve n and a kers was the front door. Each would hand the pro- prietor something and get paid for it. One whether it was a piay ypery In his wake rushed an iInfurfated Chi- of them carried a dear, purring, flufty lit- the musicians and ti the ac naman, grasping the missing bunch of tle cat. Another had a St. Bernard pup. g squeaks I opine as new it's opery: but whiskers in one hard and brandishing a A third brought a whole trapful of fine, - S from the way the aulience kicks I guess matiren in the other plump rats. Then a fourth had"— NEITHER : ‘s a play.” A dexterous trip from the Bad Boy's “Say,” interrupted the old groceryman, ORCHESTRA him, with a thump, on the bench. Your last guess is right,” answ Saak 'ninb $he Cibuilinl tnremiier 000 (e Saying Oow ity SHibsetod. 360 sniltne NOR. SINGER. z “De hayseed in youse's hair's went to the Bad Boy. “It's a play, and I'll o (10 DaGhaer. samis- o8 The back his chair, “I guess I've ate about WouLD sour brain, T guess!” commented the you the name of it. It's a Chinese ver- g e all 1 feel hungry for just now. That shop GIVE WAY. bouncer as he walked away. slon of ‘Uncle Tam's Cabin."’ The first words the ¢ld groceryman /, or Chinese hash, or whatever you “Don't mind him!" whispered the Bad “And 1 s'pose that profusely fllus- coula son up were addisesed. to the call it. is fine, but it's a mite too Boy as the old groceryman glared sus- trated female on the left is littls Eva™ pad Boy. h. Too many things in it, you know. plclously at him. “He's Minister Con- conjectured the grocervman. s e RN e Shonnid, pose we loiter ‘round to that Chinese nothin’ but a dinner gong and someth{ng tne o014 groceryman was on his feet, the ger's nephew and he can't bear to hear ‘‘Yes." fingering his chin, whence the whiskers heater you was telling me about.” that squawks I'ke a chicken that's about fire of patriotism in his eye. For an any American return a Chinegse compli- “I do declare!” shouted the grocerv- h;a flown, “but T be testotally gol- The Bad Boy paid the bill and they to get next to an axe.” instant pandemonfum relgned, for nelther Went after the way (he Boxers treate]l man, With a wriggle of joy, “I bileve plasted If that there measiy littie Eva made their way around to Doyers street “Quick!” whispered the boy, as the ,rchestra nor singer would give way. his Uncle Edwin."” 5 she's lookin’ at me!" warn't a MAN!™ He paid a Celestial box'office man sev- music gave vent to a crescendo screech, Tach was performing at full power, and ~Of: that's the troubie, eh?" said the “So she is!" agreed the boy. “You've "7 GEORGE W. PECK. enty cents, and they entered the low. accompanied by a sound Iike that of four ipe result wos comewhat as follows: @R R S il ieieieis i @) ceiled room and sat down on a hench victims of delirium tremens trying to car- . Niiom gk Oh, say, can you see ou get onto tha tedly whispered the old man. * 'Tain’'t Chinese ve orchestry!” ex- ry a piano upstairs. “They're starting the Wh-o-0-0-0-p! Squ-e-e-k! BANG!! n of the ‘Star » angled. o 0 oo en's early — Bang-te-Bang — TSR SN et estent ot ot S S s 0 % s s s b s Banner!” 1t's the custom for all Ameri- S an AiaE Y . RO ‘\‘\‘ \ im0 | g in the audience to tise to thelr feet A 0 \ g MR AN | cane . s } What so—Wh-0-0-0-p'—ly we halled at—0-0-0- N \ Qreda J -~ | and sing the English words. They play BANG! \ A} 5 o 1 \ \ reciprocate by singing. as we scem to be oorceq from the hox office, thrust back \ % . ;\ :. speak of it! I ehall change mine, of |the only Americans here course. I wouldn't Aisappoint you for | Before the hoy was throug anything.—Brooklyn Lif¥ several Indignant Chinamen, grabbed the old man by his coattails and depositad e “Grigsby took his Boston terrier over | i i SR T T i | P BRd Mrs. GRerg Renschel Soon to Sl e ks e B Heard in San Frangisce. h speaking hae developed in getting a warm welcome ready for tra? Higginson. the “‘father of music” in a confirmed | T‘m musical people of the town are of the famous Boston svmphony orches. | time. He Kicked last night v;».-:’\’,;p‘::‘l Mr. and Mrs. Georg Henschel, Boston, conceived the idea of the suc- dinner was cold.” | The would-be musical people are cessful possibilities of a permanent or- “What was his wife's play less excited. They could not at first see chestra, and he picked out Henschel as “She made .t hot for him."—Brooklyn |much in the Henschels because these the man to direct it. He gave him full Life. artists have not big. showy voices Lke swing. “Choose the personnel yourself,” | the grana opera people and they do not Higginson said to him. “Pay your men come to town with two-séore trunks and what vou think fit and arrange your own the blowing of many trumpets. They are programmes.” such a qulet two, without any bluster He made no mistake in placing his con- | about them in the way they leave the fidence in Henschel. Unlike many artists, ferry or in the way that they step casu- Henschel has practical ability in manage- - ally out upon the stage. Still even the ment, and he built up an orchestra of “Don’t drag my name into print in con- | would-be musicals are beginning to realize good men. The soloists were strong; the Eleancr—No, I can't bear college the. atricals. T can’t bear 1o see a man take a woman's part. Rosalie—My goodness! 1 think it would be cowardly of him if he didn’t.—Phila- delphia Bulletin. o | d N 'K g N -, 22, 527 nection with this absurd affair,” cried the | gng preparing to appreciate. organization as a whole was strong. For indignant citigen; ““but if you do be sure | gyt those who are fully aware of the three splendid vears he remained at the to spell out my middle name in full”— | eat tn store for them are the people head of this body and made his own rep- Cleveland Plain Dealer. who don’t care whether a thing is called utation through them. " The man lcoked up and saw “Exit" on | big or not, but simply Jove the music that As we of the West know him we cannot \ f a2 ¢ 1he door. reaches the heart. These have heard and gseparate him in thought from the organi- X A : AA) “Well,” he mused, “that lets me out.”— | have been moved before by the sweet zation .of two and a piano that has be- i ’ / . .‘. Y Syracuse Herald. musical gems these artists sing, and they come known to us as “The Hensehels.” ? ‘l,"\“\\ 1f an umbrella were made of only one | WANt o hear again, We do not want to know him in any other A3 rib, like 2 woman. you would never be| By the way, did you know that Georg. way. It is good to learn that we shal. able to shut it up.—New York Press. Henschel made his name as first director once more hear these together.

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