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without a word being spoken. In
one of his French plays Irving got an
THE VAUDEVILLE THEATRE
extraordinarily dramatic effect in onc of
the revolution scenes by nothing more
than the low, monôtonous beating of an
A CURIOUS PROGRAMME.
unseen drum. It haunted the imagina¬
tion, where the mere shouting and rush¬
The Vaudeville Theatre reopened last- ing hither and thither of a crowd of
supernumeraries would have left it un¬
night with two longish one-act plays, of
touched. However, once more ihe
which the first is called.“ Between Sun¬
audience saw some capital acting, notably
set and Dawn,?’ is in four scenes, and is
from Miss Sarah Brocke, in the part o.
from the pen of Mr. Hermon Quld. Its
the corrupt Marquise, Mr. MgKinnel:
principal figure is one Liz, the young
the actor Henri, and Mr. Malcolm Cher¬
wife of Bill Higgins, a drunkard, to
as the Duc de Cadignan.
whom she has been married for two
H. M. W,
miserable years. When he is sober he is
repellent enough; whien he is drunk——.
So she runs away from him and seeks
shelter in a wretched doss-house kept by
gan appalling Mrs. Harris, whose son Jim
falls in love with her, begs her to throw
in her lot with him, and, after various
rebuffs—for Liz is acutely conscious
of che respectability of the married state
—succecds. Left alone with her, then,
at twoa.m., he developsta form of erotie
mania, begins smiling strangely, asks her
to kiss him, and while she, leans ner¬
vously forward to obey him, stabs her in
the back, so that she falls dead. The
appalling mother comes, tottering in to
learn what the noise is about, and finds
her son, still smiling, kneeling over the
corpse. On this picture tlie curtain
falls.
The author has done his work with a
good deal of deftness. The characters
of the husband and wife, and’of the hap¬
less Jim, are well drawn, and the story
moves steadily along. His dénouement,
however, is bad art. Such a seizure as
that which turns voung Harris into a
murderer is not suited to the Theatre.
Pity, sorrow, anger, alarm—all these
cmotions may legitimately be excited by
the drämatist; the# indle of Mr. Quld's
play' onlvrevokes asort of. nausen. So
deep a degradation oflthe paragon of
animals?' is more fittingly the theme of
the pathological lecturer than 'of the
dramatist. However, the play was well
received last night, and the applause at
the finish was quite prolonged. Mr.
Norman MeKinnel and Mr. Edmona“
Breon as the“ lover!’ and husband re¬
spectively, and Miss Ada King and Miss
Allce Mansfield asstheir nicely contrasted
old mothers, acted admirablv; but Miss
May Blayney, in the part of Liz, addressed!
her dialogue almost entirely to the
audience, and, consequently,an
scarcely be said to have contributed an
impersonation.
„*
The second play was Arthur
Schmitler's famous grotesque, he
Green Cockatoo,translated into Englich
br Aliss Tenelope Wheeler. The piere
was gi#en last vear br the Stage
Societg but is new to the general play¬
goer. It is rich in suggestion of the
passions which ledup to the French Revo¬
lution, and the way in which jest becomes
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ruene Kakadu
9.3. Der
1 P n enen n
1
armanme ud
Cutting from ih 4-4 #e4 #
Rd
Address of Publication
Th. (0.12
Issue dated —
without a word being spoken. In
one of his French plays Irving got an
THE VAUDEVILLE THEATRE
extraordinarily dramatic effect in onc of
the revolution scenes by nothing more
than the low, monôtonous beating of an
A CURIOUS PROGRAMME.
unseen drum. It haunted the imagina¬
tion, where the mere shouting and rush¬
The Vaudeville Theatre reopened last- ing hither and thither of a crowd of
supernumeraries would have left it un¬
night with two longish one-act plays, of
touched. However, once more ihe
which the first is called.“ Between Sun¬
audience saw some capital acting, notably
set and Dawn,?’ is in four scenes, and is
from Miss Sarah Brocke, in the part o.
from the pen of Mr. Hermon Quld. Its
the corrupt Marquise, Mr. MgKinnel:
principal figure is one Liz, the young
the actor Henri, and Mr. Malcolm Cher¬
wife of Bill Higgins, a drunkard, to
as the Duc de Cadignan.
whom she has been married for two
H. M. W,
miserable years. When he is sober he is
repellent enough; whien he is drunk——.
So she runs away from him and seeks
shelter in a wretched doss-house kept by
gan appalling Mrs. Harris, whose son Jim
falls in love with her, begs her to throw
in her lot with him, and, after various
rebuffs—for Liz is acutely conscious
of che respectability of the married state
—succecds. Left alone with her, then,
at twoa.m., he developsta form of erotie
mania, begins smiling strangely, asks her
to kiss him, and while she, leans ner¬
vously forward to obey him, stabs her in
the back, so that she falls dead. The
appalling mother comes, tottering in to
learn what the noise is about, and finds
her son, still smiling, kneeling over the
corpse. On this picture tlie curtain
falls.
The author has done his work with a
good deal of deftness. The characters
of the husband and wife, and’of the hap¬
less Jim, are well drawn, and the story
moves steadily along. His dénouement,
however, is bad art. Such a seizure as
that which turns voung Harris into a
murderer is not suited to the Theatre.
Pity, sorrow, anger, alarm—all these
cmotions may legitimately be excited by
the drämatist; the# indle of Mr. Quld's
play' onlvrevokes asort of. nausen. So
deep a degradation oflthe paragon of
animals?' is more fittingly the theme of
the pathological lecturer than 'of the
dramatist. However, the play was well
received last night, and the applause at
the finish was quite prolonged. Mr.
Norman MeKinnel and Mr. Edmona“
Breon as the“ lover!’ and husband re¬
spectively, and Miss Ada King and Miss
Allce Mansfield asstheir nicely contrasted
old mothers, acted admirablv; but Miss
May Blayney, in the part of Liz, addressed!
her dialogue almost entirely to the
audience, and, consequently,an
scarcely be said to have contributed an
impersonation.
„*
The second play was Arthur
Schmitler's famous grotesque, he
Green Cockatoo,translated into Englich
br Aliss Tenelope Wheeler. The piere
was gi#en last vear br the Stage
Societg but is new to the general play¬
goer. It is rich in suggestion of the
passions which ledup to the French Revo¬
lution, and the way in which jest becomes
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