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THE MINbTREL SHOW.
AYOR WEIR was detained in the council chamber Tuesday
It I evening by hi8 official duties. Had he been present at the
minstrel performance given by the Lincoln Light Infantry
company at the Lansing theater it is probable that he would have,
been the exception in the very large audience in entertaining the
opinion that the performance was not a success. Mr. Bostrum, in
his song entitled "Love Me Little, Love Me Long,'' one of the most
distinct hits of the evening, by the way, did not accord to His Honor,
the mayor, that deferential respect that His Honor, the mayor, ex
pects from all his subjects. It was noticeable that Mr. Bos t rum's
sentiment was somewhat vigorously applauded.
The inevitable "first part" was presented with due regard to the
most sacred traditions of the minstrel stage. Immense flags set off
the ebony attire and ditto faces of the performers, "and the whole
was relieved by the dazzling appearance of Hayden Meyer, the in
terlocutor, in the center. In someof the solos there were traces of
slight embarrassment, but the boys kept at it in the face of disturb
ing manifestations oh the part of the audience. Forry Moore's ex
perience gave him a decided advantage. His song, "Mamie Come
Kiss Tour Honey Boy," and his work on the end were well done.
His performances throughout the program carried much of the
professional facility and ease. Hayden Meyer sang effectively
"Maggie Dear." Frank Burr scored his usual success in "Move
On This pointed song was sung with much spirit, and it was
received most enthusiastically. Frank held up one of the ends
throughout the first part in a particularly entertaining manner.
Mr. Boetrum's original song, "Love Me Little, Love Me Long,' was
as follows:
The ball players, they have come here; they are all quite full of
good cheer, love 'em little, love 'em long. They propose to get the
first place in the Western league base ball race. Love 'em, little,
love 'em long. You just watch Tom Hickey grin, if the pennant
they should win; but if they are not in it, here's his song: Put your
arms around me honey, I have just lost all my money, love me little,
love me long. Stand from under, I'm going out yonder, yonder to
iiincoln park. Put your arms around me honey, let me earn some
good hard money, and I'll keep it very long. If I just had thir
teen dollars, I'd buy seven new style collars. They are little, but
they're long. I'd buy a new stock necktie, and I'd fead my face on
mince pie, just a little right along. I'd be right in the swim, make
the. other boys look dim, and I'd cut a dash I don't think that is '
wrong. I would buy myself a false-face; then mine wouldn't be a
disgrace, and you'd love me right "along. I'd stand from under,
the viaduct, and wonder why they don't build more, and then I'd
begin to think that the council must have been drinking, or they'd
had one long before. Would Mayor Weir have been elected, with
the B. & M. vote rejected? I don't think it very strong. Do you
think that they detected a mistake when thby selected his election,
for a song? He is solid with the preachers, and they stick to him
like leachers, but the 'masses are against him very strong. In coun
cil he's a tool, just like a little boy from school; love him little, not
very long. Stand from under, police, by thunder, they will spoil the
game; if you muGt play your poker, you are sure to get a soaker, and
you'll get it, just the same. There is Coxey's "common weal," ought
to go without a meal; they can't labor, they're too strong. They
are taking to their heel to get to Washington to feel several million
come along. When the poilce get on their trail they will take 'em
' all to jail; it won't be so splendid after all. They will surely be ar
rested as the chief of police requested, that's the outcome, "after the
ball." Stand from over, here comes Grover. Says Coxey unto Brown:
"If I ever get myself clear I never will come back here, and attempt
to take the town." There's the Omaha Guards there they are
looking very fair, some are little, some are long; they have all come
here to laugh at our songs, jokes and chaff; but they can't stand
them very long. To-night, after the show, they will go out for a
blow, and with our boys they'll paint the town red; and then to
morrow morning you will see their names adorning a long list
among the dead . Then Omaha will wonder why in thunder
their military boys don't come home: they will' all come down here
and find that our Mayor Weir has got 'em all in the soup. I could
stand right on the floor and sing fifteen verses more, but that would
take me very long. Then if I made you tired I surely would get fired,
and that would be quite wrong. I could sing until to-morrow, very
much to all your sorrow, and then not quite have finished this queer
song. Put your arms around me honey, I haven't any money, but
my nerve is very strong. Stand from under I want to go out yonder,
any.where to get off the.stage. There, are those that can sing aa well
and before Til sing another verse, I'll see .you all in . You
may think it very nice, to be encored more than thrice, I do think
it is very wrong; you may think it isn't" easy forme to.stand here and
wheezy a lot of stuff I know nothing about, but then it is an easy
thing, for I've got a man out in the wing that is giviayme the song'.
Stand from under, I'm going up yonder, yonder in the. sky. Put
your arms around me honey, even if you have no money, love me
little, love me long.
Mr. Camp sang "Kiss Me Good Night," Mr. Will B. Clark, "I
Long to See the Girl I Left Behind," and Mr. Ed. Butler, "She is
My Darling Carrie."
In the by-play between the songs there were pointed allusions to
Tom Cooke, Sam Low, Harry Hicks, Frank Polk, Mat Baldwin, and
other prominent citizens.
Will O'Shea opened the second part with an exhibition of tho
magician's art, one of the most entertaining features of the program.
"A Few Minutes with Mr. Bostrum" dragged perceptibly. Harry
Wilson's club swinging showed considerable skill. Messrs. Ed. Bing
and Joe Wittman gave a really remarkable triple bar performance.
It equalled some professional gymnastic exhibitions seen on tho
Lansing stage and was superior to many. Frank Burr, Forry Moore,
and Ross Curtice appeared in an amusing musical specialty, eviden
cing the musical facility of these gentleman.
The performance proceeded rapidly and smoothly from start to
finish; it was the most ambitious amateur production that has been
attempted in Lincoln, and it was unquestionably one of the best
that has been given. It was a home talent performance with near
ly all of the usual home talent crudeness eliminated. The seats
were all occupied, and a number of persons were compelled to stand
throughout the entertainment,
A MODERN FAIRY TAfeE.
Once upon a time there was a fairy Prince who was in hard luck.
He was almost reduced to despair and his last shekel, when he fell
in love with a queen of hearts. When they first met he was indulg
ing in a game of pocuro with a select party of friends. The ante
was a quarter and the limit was the far blue sky. Now the Goddess
of Fortune did not smile upon the prince, and his little stack was
gradually fading away when the Queen of Hearts tooK pity on him.
As he threw down the hand in which, she was an odd and useless
card, she smiled so sweetly on him that he blushed modestly and al
lowed her to nestle in his capacious sleeve.
Now it came to pass that a short time afterwards there was on the
table a pot whose name was Jack, that was very rich and corpulent.
And the fairy Prince longed greatly to have this same Jack in his
service. The Queen of Hearts divined his thoughts and when two
other queens were in his hand she came slyly from his sleeve and
took her place beside the other queens. Then the fairy Prince was
enabled to induce the pot whose name was Jack to enter his service.
During the evening he induced many more Jacks to do likewise and
he was very happy ever after. And this fairy Prince moves in ex
cellent society, and his name is Legion. Town Topics.
WHAT HE REMEMBERED
Of The First Shakespearean Play He Ever Saw.
Good morrow, good my lord!
Marry, and how now?
E'en so, my lord:
The king doth wake tonight, and takes his rousol
Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels.
Gad zooks! Is't so?
Is't.
Think it no more!
For Nature, crescent, does not grow alone,
Its thew, and bulk
Odds bobs! And even so!
Tom Hall.
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