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6 THE COURIER
THEATRICAL NOTESCOMING ATTRACTIONS.
WHAT DOTH IT MATTER?
Tho following is clipped from the Chicago Dramatic Journal of a
recent date: From over at tho new Lincoln Theatre tho report
reached mo that John Griffith, that young and sterling actor, played
an engagement to tho largest receipts of tho present season. While,
of course, the season was auspicious Mr. Griffith waj justly entitled
to tho large business accorded him by tho elite theatre-goers of tho
North side; and I regard him as one of the very few meek and lowly
thespians who are destined to win lasting fame in their chosen pro
fession. As a boy ho had every obstacle to overcome and he has
won his present position by sheer forco of excellence, and I, in com
mon with his many friends and admirers tako pleasure in extending
congratulations.
The following regarding Ellen Beach Yaw, who will appear at tho
New Funke somctimo in March, will be of interest to our music
loving people. In a column criticism recently published the Ncio
York Herald says. "A soprano who can sing high C and sustain the
note well is supposed to have good vocal range, but Miss Ellen
Beach Yaw, of California, can sing E above high E. Christine
Nilsson used to drive her audhnce3 into tho seventh heaven of
enthusiasm by singing high F shnrp in Morzart's 'Magic Flute.'
Miss Yaw sings F sharp without an effort, and sustains tho note
with tho sweetest quality. Mozart says that in 1770 he heard a
Boprano range from A below middle C to C above tho high C. It
was a range of twenty-four notes. Afugari could execute trills on
tho high D. This is noted in the Encyclopedia Britannica as the
only known instance of tho kind. Miss Yaw can sing lower than
Ajugari and three notes higher in tho upper registe. A throat
specialist who examined Miss Yaw's larynx recently, said that her
vocal chords were finer than any ho had ever seen or heard of.
I was present when Miss Yaw sang Prodi's 'Variations' the
other night. She is a tall, beautiful girl, with blonde hair, deep,
dreamy blue eyes and features of gieat delicacy. Jler neck is as
graceful as a swan's. Her manner is elegant and her interpretation
sympathetic and true. While she sang her highest cadences the
tones were of beautiful quality. She sang higher F sharp and held
it for eight seconds, then running up the scale to C. The
scientific explanation of this tremendous vocal altitude is that Miss
Yaw's inferior thyroarytenoid or true vocal cord had made 2.018
vibrations each second."
Max O'Rell. tho famous writer, who will bo heard at the Funke
Opera House Monday evening, February 11th, is also one of the
most hum jrous and witty talkers on the lecture platform. His
subject is "Her Royal Highness Woman," and the Chicago Daily
Inter-Ocean of January 26, 1S03, devotes two columns to a review of
his comedy talk. The Melbourn (Australia) Arquc of May 13, 1S93,
sajs: "Max O'Rell is a company of commedians in which every actor
is a star. He is humorous, keen, comical, sensible and clean." He
is under the sole management of J. B. Pond.
Morrison's company will be at the New Funke opera house, Feb
ruary 13th, in Baylo Bernard's version or Goethe's immortal "Faust
which, with the excellent cast, new and elegant scenery, wonderful
electrical effects and calcium lights, will be given upon a scale of
grandeur never before witnessed here. One of tho features of the
production will be tho Nuremburg cathedral choir, rendering appro
priate music throughout the piece. The Brocken scene in tho
fourth act is a marvel in stage craft, with its Hashes of genuine
lightning and showers of real fire.
Written for Tun Courier.
A bit of poor clay that lives and thinks,
That laughs and loves, eats and drinks,
Is perhaps after all, no better than clay
That I tread upon day after day
As I plod along my inscrutable way.
I am but a tiny atom blown
By winds, and hither and thither thrown,
Then what doth it matter if high or low
I tly with the wind of chance that blow
Tho dust of humanity to and fro?
What doth it matter if circumstance
With bloody wheels o'er c.o doth chance?
In life's great plan I am no more
Than an ant in the ant-heap by my door
That I tread upon as I pass o'er.
William Reed Dunkoy.
A STRING TO IT.
"She is a very affectionate woman. She carries her heart in
her sleeve."
"Why, I am surprised."
"How so?"
"I don't see how she finds it when she needs it."
THAT'S ALL.
Beggar Kind gentleman, I beg your pardon
Gent, (promptly) Granted. I thought you were begging for
monev.
HOW TO EXPRESS IT.
'I'm so sorry supper isn't ready,'" said Mrs. Dinsmore to her hus
band when he came in. "I attended tho meeting of the sewing
circle this afternoon and I couldn't get away."
"Hemmed in, were you?" asked her husband.
VERY SUDDEN.
She Do you think the time will ever come when women will
propose?
He I don't see why it shouldn't. Suppose you propose to me
tonight, and I said yes, what
She Oh, Henry, this is so sudden! But, never mind: it is just
as well, and mother, I know, will be t'elighted.
A MISTAKE.
Gent How came you to put your hand in my pocket?
Pickpocket Beg your pardon. I am so absent-minded. I had
once a pair of pants just like those you are wearing.
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