Liebelei
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few brief sentences, murmured in the de¬
displays an example of acting that only
scending twilight of a day and of an old
Miss Margaret Anglin, among all our
man’s life, sketch in simple outlines the
actresses, could be depended upon to equal.
poignant misery of two lives. he vio¬
Shecombines the vocal beauty and delicacy
linist, unable torsupply the necessan
of gesture of a Julia Marlowe with the
dower for his sister, saw her grow old and
fire of a Mrs. Carter, molding her per¬
finally die, unloved by man, her whole life
formance into a complete artistic whole
passed purposely and empty. Hardly more
the like of which has rarely been equalled
impressive than this narrated memory is
on this or any other stage. Miss Grey
the visible misery of his daughter, sud¬
has long been recognized, by the more ju¬
denly bereft of her lover’s life and of all
dicious and discerning, as an actress of
the sweetness of his love. He is dend:
fine attainments; this performance has
and he died Tor another woman. She
Tifted her to a place among our most ex¬
may not even look upon his body. Thar
alted players.
has been put in the ground.“ Relatives
and his nearest friends“ had scen it, but
LL pleasures are not, necessarily, Von
she is neither. Andthen, ihe last ride, the
Athe heights.? There are many
words he spoke on his way to the duelling
merrr frolics down below.
place? He spoke of many things, his
these, a new and very jovons onc is A
second tells her, of lns family, of the
Fankee Tourist,“ a sprightly farce of song
coming of the spring, of many matters¬-
and dance and music, that is frivolons
and Pof von, too.* The words stah her in
without immodesty. laughable withont
a hundred places; in her heart, in her
horseplay, and, most happily, gay withont
mind, in her erusbed sonl, and again and
recourse to Tenderlomn gags and girls.
again in her heart. But one tning is left:
Oddlv enough, its verg lack of complete.
shie can wecp at his gravé. The friend
novelty in material results in noveltv of
sarsto her:“Von will lind another woman
manner. The farce is, in fact, an altera¬
weeping there!“
tion from* The Galloper,'’ which Richard
A play of this sort requires the best of
Harding Davis wrote for Ravmond Hitch¬
acting, and, more than that, most intelli¬
cock in such a merrv mood that it kept
gent, careful and resoureeful stage-man¬
him prosperously facing laughing throngs
agement. All this Mr. Robert Hunter’s
Tor something more than a year. But the
presentation possesses. The translation of
call of the wild song and dance was too
the play— (it is br Arthur Schnitzler, of
strong for Hitchcock, and, Mr. Davis
Vienna) —is bv Miss Grace Isabel Col¬
giving his consent to their interpolation
bron, and fulfills all requirements, thoughi
and thereupon blithly sailing away to
it is regrettable that an English equiva¬
penetrate into the innermost tangles of
lent for the original title of“ Liebelei“
Africa—(or some other of those remote
should not have been found. The staging.
regions that her is pleased to “make
in which Mr. Hunter had the assistance
famous'')—ieft the metamorphosing to
of Gustav von Seyffertitz, long asscciated
Mr. Wallace Irwin. This sprightly poet
of jingling jests injected songs with
with Heinrich Conried at his German the¬
atre, and Frederick Sullivan, was no less
worthy words—set to generallv pleasing
than notable. But above all was the act¬
music by Mr. Alfred Robyn—and con¬
ing. Miss Phyllis Rankin and Miss Sarah
trived to interpolate them without dis¬
MeVicker are exceptionally commendable.
arranging the fabric of fun that the
in the short cast, for uncommonly admir¬
author had so heatly and dexterously
able work in characterization; and Miss
woven. A success on its ’second wind“ is
Katheryn Grey, in the leading work röle.
the happy result.
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box 11/2
5. Anennnenn
378
GUNTER’S MAGAZINE
few brief sentences, murmured in the de¬
displays an example of acting that only
scending twilight of a day and of an old
Miss Margaret Anglin, among all our
man’s life, sketch in simple outlines the
actresses, could be depended upon to equal.
poignant misery of two lives. he vio¬
Shecombines the vocal beauty and delicacy
linist, unable torsupply the necessan
of gesture of a Julia Marlowe with the
dower for his sister, saw her grow old and
fire of a Mrs. Carter, molding her per¬
finally die, unloved by man, her whole life
formance into a complete artistic whole
passed purposely and empty. Hardly more
the like of which has rarely been equalled
impressive than this narrated memory is
on this or any other stage. Miss Grey
the visible misery of his daughter, sud¬
has long been recognized, by the more ju¬
denly bereft of her lover’s life and of all
dicious and discerning, as an actress of
the sweetness of his love. He is dend:
fine attainments; this performance has
and he died Tor another woman. She
Tifted her to a place among our most ex¬
may not even look upon his body. Thar
alted players.
has been put in the ground.“ Relatives
and his nearest friends“ had scen it, but
LL pleasures are not, necessarily, Von
she is neither. Andthen, ihe last ride, the
Athe heights.? There are many
words he spoke on his way to the duelling
merrr frolics down below.
place? He spoke of many things, his
these, a new and very jovons onc is A
second tells her, of lns family, of the
Fankee Tourist,“ a sprightly farce of song
coming of the spring, of many matters¬-
and dance and music, that is frivolons
and Pof von, too.* The words stah her in
without immodesty. laughable withont
a hundred places; in her heart, in her
horseplay, and, most happily, gay withont
mind, in her erusbed sonl, and again and
recourse to Tenderlomn gags and girls.
again in her heart. But one tning is left:
Oddlv enough, its verg lack of complete.
shie can wecp at his gravé. The friend
novelty in material results in noveltv of
sarsto her:“Von will lind another woman
manner. The farce is, in fact, an altera¬
weeping there!“
tion from* The Galloper,'’ which Richard
A play of this sort requires the best of
Harding Davis wrote for Ravmond Hitch¬
acting, and, more than that, most intelli¬
cock in such a merrv mood that it kept
gent, careful and resoureeful stage-man¬
him prosperously facing laughing throngs
agement. All this Mr. Robert Hunter’s
Tor something more than a year. But the
presentation possesses. The translation of
call of the wild song and dance was too
the play— (it is br Arthur Schnitzler, of
strong for Hitchcock, and, Mr. Davis
Vienna) —is bv Miss Grace Isabel Col¬
giving his consent to their interpolation
bron, and fulfills all requirements, thoughi
and thereupon blithly sailing away to
it is regrettable that an English equiva¬
penetrate into the innermost tangles of
lent for the original title of“ Liebelei“
Africa—(or some other of those remote
should not have been found. The staging.
regions that her is pleased to “make
in which Mr. Hunter had the assistance
famous'')—ieft the metamorphosing to
of Gustav von Seyffertitz, long asscciated
Mr. Wallace Irwin. This sprightly poet
of jingling jests injected songs with
with Heinrich Conried at his German the¬
atre, and Frederick Sullivan, was no less
worthy words—set to generallv pleasing
than notable. But above all was the act¬
music by Mr. Alfred Robyn—and con¬
ing. Miss Phyllis Rankin and Miss Sarah
trived to interpolate them without dis¬
MeVicker are exceptionally commendable.
arranging the fabric of fun that the
in the short cast, for uncommonly admir¬
author had so heatly and dexterously
able work in characterization; and Miss
woven. A success on its ’second wind“ is
Katheryn Grey, in the leading work röle.
the happy result.
rsn