The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903, May 12, 1894, Page 12, Image 12

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THE COURIER
SOME ODDS AND ENDS.
What proQteth Ebright's nine to win three games from Quincy
and then turn around and give them to Rock Island?
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Ed Church's company, after only a few
days rehearsal, presented "Faust" at the
Lansing theater Thursday night It was
tho third time the dramatized version of
Goethe's work had been produced in Lincoln
this season; but notwithstanding, there was a
largo attendance, and tho performance, all things
considered, was remarkable for its smoothness.
John Griffith, Mcphixto, has special qualifications for his part. His
interpretation is forceful and sardonically suggestive. He is well
chosen. The supporting company is adequate, and in some in
stances notably excellent. Miss Martin's Marguerite, is gracefully
effective, with a tendency to demonstrativeness. Mrs. Van Denhoffs
wide experience was manifest in Martha. Mr. CollinB' Faust and
Mr. Roberts' Valentine were most acceptably rendered. Mrs.
Isabella Seaton, of this city, Ehic, made her first public appearance,
and was most favorably received. She showed evidence of careful
training, and her stage presence is good. Mrs. Seaton scored a suc
cess. The scenery and effects were in keeping with tho play. Mr.
Church's company in every way merits success, and it ought to
provo to be a profitable enterprise.
COMING ATTRACTIONS.
Tho steamship Cityof Bangkok, which arrived in New York tho
middle of last month from the East Indies, brought the largest
elephant ever landed in this country. He came from Rangoon in
the Bay of Bengal, and zVl feet, 11 inches high, two inches higher
than Jumbo was. His name will be Rajah. He is consigned to
Lemen Bros., Kansas City, whither he was shipped last night.
Although a special car had been constructed for him by tho Pensyl
rania railroad, the roof, which was as high as the railroad tunnels
would allow, just touches his back. When placed in his car, Rajah
knocked out the roof with his trunk; It was hastily repaired, and
then Rajah started on what will probably be an -eventful journey, in
the care of five keepers. Lemen Bros, and Rajah will be iu this city
Manday, May 14.
Blind Tom will be the attraction at the Lansing Theatre Thursday
May 17. It is 37 years since Thomas Bethune first appeared on the
public platform, at the age of six years, as a performer, and in that
ti me he has traveled it every part of the civilized world, and every
where with unbroken success. Tom's repertoire is apparently un
limited, and his versatility astonishes all. He seems to be as much
at home in the classical gems of Beethoven as he is in "Yankee
Doodle."
It is a difficult matter to listen to the varied and finished perfor
mance and realize that the actor is not only an unlettered, untaught
negro, but that his mental capacity is little removed from idiocy, the
one talent which nature had abnormally developed, enabling him
thereby to overcome other deficiencies and shine prominently among
his fellows, being the marvellous sense of sound.
A kangaroo is the latest candidate for the boxing championship,
and while Jim Corbett and Peter Jackson are screwing up their
courage to accept the challange, it is daily having a "mill" with its
captor and trainer, Prof. Landerman, with the Great Lemen Bros.'
Shows. The animal fights under the Marquis of Queensbury rules,
shakes hands before starting, promptly ceases hostilities at the call
of "Time," and retires generally to his own corner between the
rounds, though he is guilty of occasional lapses. At a recent con
test the first round opened in favor of the man, but the kangaroo, after
the third round, had not turned a hair, While his opponent was in a
profuse perspiration. The exhibition is amusing and interesting in its
way. The Lemen Bros.' wilt positively exhibit in this city Monday,
May M.
Big discount to-day on trimmed hats ao Mrs. Gosper's
The possibility of Lincoln winning tho baseball pennant is render
ed doubly doubtful by tho manifest inability of our boyB to find a
ball that moves as fast as a horse can trot.
It is urged against Jack McColI as a reason why ho should not bo
nominated for governor, that he is an old bach. It is true he is not
a married man, but there is plenty of time yet to redeem himself on
that score. As an industrious husbandman, ho has kept himself so
busy pulling the weeds out of cabbage fields that the thoughts of
matrimony have never entered his head for more than a moment
at a time. Once eeated in tho cushioned chair of state and sur
rounded by thousands who could but admire his fine agricultural
characteristics, the opportunity to secure a faithful helpmate would
dato from the time he took the oath of office to the end of four years
of faithful service to tho state, and he iB not the man to let go an
opportunity that hangs on liko that. Mr. McColl is a man whose
affection is as broad as the boundless ocean. He loves everybody
with the guileless platonic ardor described by Plato in his pecu
lairly affable manner. It has been his chief delight during all his
leisure hours to make the world better and happier, and how well
ho has succeeded is attested by the fact that in his own community
there is not a man, woman or child who will not vote for him in case
ho is nominated.
The New I ork Sun points to Senator Hill as a model statesman.
Poor in purse and having no income but his salary and no prospects
for the future that are not tied up in the political lottery, he stands
out against the democratic policy of taxing others who have incomes
and stands up for revenue laws that shall bear equally upon all
the people. It is seldom the Sun pays unqualified homage to the
public acts of any man, but it swallows Dave Hill boots and breeches
without making any wry faces over it. The country at large is
under the impression that Mr. Hill is something of a traitor to his
party, but as the rest of the aggregation is entirely at sea, possibly
he is standing alone like a shitepoke on a bog, the last of the Michi
gans, the fading hope of a dying democracy.
Man wants but little here below,
But when he doth that little get
His next impression is to go
And add a little more to it.
Not satisfied at any point
With earthly gains of stock and store,
Ho strains each muscle, bone and joint
For more and more and more and more.
Old age creeps on he heeds it not
But keeps on at the same old stroke
Till death comes in and scoops the pot
And lands him over yonder broke.
What others do I do not care,
I pick the bones where they have supped
While storing treasures over there
That moth and rust cannot corrupt.
Where thieves cannot break in and steal,
Or, getting in, steal and break out,
And that, dear friends, is why I feel
So happy as I skip about
What though the world seems dark today
And cash is short and produce high,
I know the clouds will break away
And let the sun shine by and by.
And feeling thus, I jog along,
Though thin in flesh and poor of purse.
My soul just bubbling o'er with song
If I were rich it might be worse.
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