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funeral, when, on her bed of sick¬
ness. she was just the frightened.
terrifled walf, she rang true. After
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that, she was a tax on the imag¬
Ination. And I ask my friends, the
symbolists, of what use symbols
can be if the lmagination be
in Planfiele Saus Dale
rudely handicapped.
nher erys
tal coffin, when she had fothing te
—
say, Mrs. Fiske didn't matter se
By ALAN DALE.
much. Her dellrium was strident
saw the spirit ofcher mother, several
able
and harsh. It was sad and solld
odied angelsand finally the
Nothing as dankly depressing, as
delirium.
er, who lidcher-lo the foot of a
profoundly melancholy, or as com¬
Mr. Fuller Mellish played the mason,
stalrease--very much like
her father, who appeared only ##er
ed at the Metropolitan Opera
pietely unnecessary as Hannele,“
1
in Hansel und Gretel'—and
dellrium. He played the part admir¬
Gerhart Hauptmann’s "dream poem.“
a.llo
d us to assume that sie was
ably, for what ft was worth. The fact
prodüced
Mrs. Fiske, for some
happy at last.
that he was melodramatie was dis¬
quite inscrutable reason, at the
But why?
here was nothing par¬
tinctly in his favor. We needed melo¬
Lyceum Theatre, has been seen in
ticularly illumining iwall this. It gave
drama, as a sort of stlmulant.
New York in vears. Translated into
us the creeps, andit lft us withthem.
were weak and debilitated after #
English by Mary
Safford, with
We stole out of the Lyceum as though
agonles of" Hannele.“ Wilfred Bu
metrical passages“ by Percy Mac¬
we had been thrashed
No party of
land was Death, and Mr. B
Kaye—and certainly well translated—
mourners at a funeral ever felt so
Stranger, a role that cause
it cast a particularly intelligent andi¬
completely discouraged and
rrev
deal of çontroversy. It will
ence into such thick and inextricable
ocably dowrtast. Notthat
annele
more. Some people may not
gloom that the mere fact of its pres¬
was devold of bes
was not.
but most people will not and
entation was marvellous.
Oecasionally the poatie fand
not like Hannele.“ To read, it ha
With the heroine half the time in
Gerhart Hauptmann leaked through
certain quaint interest that it loses
bed, dying, and the other half in her
the crape-like proceeding
on tie stage.
coffin, attired in beautiful funeral
often. For the most##
he music forHannele“ was co
robes, the stage dark, the “drama“
ceedings were just aheer mi
osed
yMax Morschalk. The lon
nil, and the interest that which ap¬
ery from which one Noule
sst
and dreary introduction to the p
pertains to the #ast sad ritos,
lingiy escaped, and from W
man
with the curtain down and the h#
did seem a bit of an excruclating
did escape—and who cor
farce to be sitting there, for enter¬
on one's nerven. The
them?
night audience endured
tainment, at 82 per sit. Most of the
In her delirium Hannele a
y for five minutes.
people who watched“ Hannele'' would
tall, dark angel.
ing
gladly have given up 82 to, escape
made a noise. Perhaps it w.
asort of conedylf### ##
ing
such proceedings outside of the fhea¬
relude to what we ha
brought to her the
tr
The certein ghoul-like glee that
his funerealprodu
The ihree luminor
ceded
many peopie take In funerals exists
in brilliant electri
"grotesque
e of
because they happen to be free. To
called“ Thé Green Co
the signs that irr
attend a particularly sad and em¬
thur Schultzler. It be
the vicinlty of Fo#
phatic case
took four strong a#
funere and to be
more than it grotesque
an¬
taxed 82 for it. seemed like the very
nele from her bed
in Paris in 1789, in a weird
offln
irony of theatrical martyrdom. And
in which the
lac
it made known the old id
hich
she lay
stranger still, it was Mrs. Fiske herself
entre
sensations mistaken for act
dur¬
who produced“ Hannele,“ and herseif
Ing a la
of 1
Fiske was not in it. It wa
played the role of the abused and
nothir
poetry:
whole, well acted, but it was ne
moribund fourteen-year-old heroine.
afew gl
Many people contented
whlle. It was lost in a maze 0
Mrs. Fiske is many things—manv
themsel
relevant characters.
hthe usual stereo¬
very admirable, artistic, intellectual,
typed p.
symbolle.“ Perhaps
The programme at the Lyceum die
subtle and charming things. But she
it was symbolle büt it was, as Mr.
not say Please omit flowers.“
is not fourteen years old. She has
Mantalini would have said, "dem'd
they were omitted. It was a sad
not been fourteen years old—well, for
unpleasant.
The mania to inter¬
sermon.
more than fourteen years. Tet she
pret German
mystloism“ is indeed
elected to play the part of Hannele, a
strange. The reputation
poor little waif of a child, beaten to
Gerhart Hauptman
obably in¬
death by hher alleged father, and to
duced this extra
produc¬
convey the illusion of ethereal child¬
tion. We are b
ns dense
to the value of 1
hood. This illusion was absolutely
or Sym¬
and utterly beyond her. It is better
bolism. That of M
ck, which
to say so franklv. As she lay on
we saw quite rec
Sister
her deathbed, seeing visions, and in
Beatrice“ at the New
leatre, gave
the throes of hallucination her voice
us exquisité pleasure. We will not
was that of ultra-maturity. There
make ourse ves ouf any worse than
was no suggestion of the delicate
we a
Verhaps
are not so
child-volce that could alone have
awfullg ad. But 1 do not think
made the delusion of Hannele less
shrinking from th
that
e-
awful.
inspiring gloom of
And this delirlum-the dellriumgof
ineriminat= us. in
.
—
martyred child, whose body was
8tre
8.
covered with bruises, and who longed¬
Fiske's to pla
for death to free her from her mortal
some verr slight
a
agonies (and could anything be more
might have Im
ne
melanchols was the sole significance
Fiske for a
would not accept
of Hannele.“ All this alleged “dream
moment. Always anfartist, she was
poem,“ centred in the poor little mar¬
nevertheless in deep water. For a
tyr’s delirium. Then it was that she few moments in thefopening of the
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9. .4 eeeaeee
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funeral, when, on her bed of sick¬
ness. she was just the frightened.
terrifled walf, she rang true. After
PirS. PiSKC Sd. C. Lichten!
that, she was a tax on the imag¬
Ination. And I ask my friends, the
symbolists, of what use symbols
can be if the lmagination be
in Planfiele Saus Dale
rudely handicapped.
nher erys
tal coffin, when she had fothing te
—
say, Mrs. Fiske didn't matter se
By ALAN DALE.
much. Her dellrium was strident
saw the spirit ofcher mother, several
able
and harsh. It was sad and solld
odied angelsand finally the
Nothing as dankly depressing, as
delirium.
er, who lidcher-lo the foot of a
profoundly melancholy, or as com¬
Mr. Fuller Mellish played the mason,
stalrease--very much like
her father, who appeared only ##er
ed at the Metropolitan Opera
pietely unnecessary as Hannele,“
1
in Hansel und Gretel'—and
dellrium. He played the part admir¬
Gerhart Hauptmann’s "dream poem.“
a.llo
d us to assume that sie was
ably, for what ft was worth. The fact
prodüced
Mrs. Fiske, for some
happy at last.
that he was melodramatie was dis¬
quite inscrutable reason, at the
But why?
here was nothing par¬
tinctly in his favor. We needed melo¬
Lyceum Theatre, has been seen in
ticularly illumining iwall this. It gave
drama, as a sort of stlmulant.
New York in vears. Translated into
us the creeps, andit lft us withthem.
were weak and debilitated after #
English by Mary
Safford, with
We stole out of the Lyceum as though
agonles of" Hannele.“ Wilfred Bu
metrical passages“ by Percy Mac¬
we had been thrashed
No party of
land was Death, and Mr. B
Kaye—and certainly well translated—
mourners at a funeral ever felt so
Stranger, a role that cause
it cast a particularly intelligent andi¬
completely discouraged and
rrev
deal of çontroversy. It will
ence into such thick and inextricable
ocably dowrtast. Notthat
annele
more. Some people may not
gloom that the mere fact of its pres¬
was devold of bes
was not.
but most people will not and
entation was marvellous.
Oecasionally the poatie fand
not like Hannele.“ To read, it ha
With the heroine half the time in
Gerhart Hauptmann leaked through
certain quaint interest that it loses
bed, dying, and the other half in her
the crape-like proceeding
on tie stage.
coffin, attired in beautiful funeral
often. For the most##
he music forHannele“ was co
robes, the stage dark, the “drama“
ceedings were just aheer mi
osed
yMax Morschalk. The lon
nil, and the interest that which ap¬
ery from which one Noule
sst
and dreary introduction to the p
pertains to the #ast sad ritos,
lingiy escaped, and from W
man
with the curtain down and the h#
did seem a bit of an excruclating
did escape—and who cor
farce to be sitting there, for enter¬
on one's nerven. The
them?
night audience endured
tainment, at 82 per sit. Most of the
In her delirium Hannele a
y for five minutes.
people who watched“ Hannele'' would
tall, dark angel.
ing
gladly have given up 82 to, escape
made a noise. Perhaps it w.
asort of conedylf### ##
ing
such proceedings outside of the fhea¬
relude to what we ha
brought to her the
tr
The certein ghoul-like glee that
his funerealprodu
The ihree luminor
ceded
many peopie take In funerals exists
in brilliant electri
"grotesque
e of
because they happen to be free. To
called“ Thé Green Co
the signs that irr
attend a particularly sad and em¬
thur Schultzler. It be
the vicinlty of Fo#
phatic case
took four strong a#
funere and to be
more than it grotesque
an¬
taxed 82 for it. seemed like the very
nele from her bed
in Paris in 1789, in a weird
offln
irony of theatrical martyrdom. And
in which the
lac
it made known the old id
hich
she lay
stranger still, it was Mrs. Fiske herself
entre
sensations mistaken for act
dur¬
who produced“ Hannele,“ and herseif
Ing a la
of 1
Fiske was not in it. It wa
played the role of the abused and
nothir
poetry:
whole, well acted, but it was ne
moribund fourteen-year-old heroine.
afew gl
Many people contented
whlle. It was lost in a maze 0
Mrs. Fiske is many things—manv
themsel
relevant characters.
hthe usual stereo¬
very admirable, artistic, intellectual,
typed p.
symbolle.“ Perhaps
The programme at the Lyceum die
subtle and charming things. But she
it was symbolle büt it was, as Mr.
not say Please omit flowers.“
is not fourteen years old. She has
Mantalini would have said, "dem'd
they were omitted. It was a sad
not been fourteen years old—well, for
unpleasant.
The mania to inter¬
sermon.
more than fourteen years. Tet she
pret German
mystloism“ is indeed
elected to play the part of Hannele, a
strange. The reputation
poor little waif of a child, beaten to
Gerhart Hauptman
obably in¬
death by hher alleged father, and to
duced this extra
produc¬
convey the illusion of ethereal child¬
tion. We are b
ns dense
to the value of 1
hood. This illusion was absolutely
or Sym¬
and utterly beyond her. It is better
bolism. That of M
ck, which
to say so franklv. As she lay on
we saw quite rec
Sister
her deathbed, seeing visions, and in
Beatrice“ at the New
leatre, gave
the throes of hallucination her voice
us exquisité pleasure. We will not
was that of ultra-maturity. There
make ourse ves ouf any worse than
was no suggestion of the delicate
we a
Verhaps
are not so
child-volce that could alone have
awfullg ad. But 1 do not think
made the delusion of Hannele less
shrinking from th
that
e-
awful.
inspiring gloom of
And this delirlum-the dellriumgof
ineriminat= us. in
.
—
martyred child, whose body was
8tre
8.
covered with bruises, and who longed¬
Fiske's to pla
for death to free her from her mortal
some verr slight
a
agonies (and could anything be more
might have Im
ne
melanchols was the sole significance
Fiske for a
would not accept
of Hannele.“ All this alleged “dream
moment. Always anfartist, she was
poem,“ centred in the poor little mar¬
nevertheless in deep water. For a
tyr’s delirium. Then it was that she few moments in thefopening of the
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