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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 7, 1903)
THE COURIER let again before the six weeks of his en gagement are over. This will be the last time Mr. Sothern will be seen as Francis Villon In this city In some time as he appears In a new play next year. "Romeo and Juliet" Is presented at Mrs. Osborne's playhouse to large and critical audiences. The delightfully Shakesperlan atmosphere or the produc tion, enhanced by copying the surround ings under which the play was origin ally produced by Its Immortal author, delight the cultured patrons of this cosy theatre, which seems bound to become prosperous under capable management. At Wallack's "The Sultan of Sulu" continues to draw very strongly and will undoubtedly run the season out there. At the Princess Amelia Bingham in "The Frisky Mrs. Johnson" Is again ad ding to her laurels by some very clever acting. Clyde Fitch's "Barbara Freltchle" was presented admirably by the Ameri can Stock company at the American SOCIETY NOTES LIFE'S MAZY WHIRL Visitors In the city have kept various small coteries busy with the pleasant events given for them this week, and Miss Barber's approaching nuptials have been the cause of functions among the Pi Phi members. Miss Grace Harrison has been the guest of honor at several parties given by her friends. Miss Harrison goes next week to be the guest of Mrs. Homer Honeywell for a few weeks, and it is said that other parties will be given in her honor. sleighs, taking them home as souvenirs. "My bill for those sleighs alone was $35. Here's another Instnnce and even a more serious one for me. I arrived very late at one of the teux given Just before Ash Wednesday, and on reaching the dining-room for a cup of something hot, found only a few persons there. Even the serving brigade had thinned out, and except for the girls at the punch bowl there was hardly a soul In sight, and no body at the large, round center-table, beautifully trimmed in pink roses and T :iP,WH??-nK-r'- L',BH HBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBHHBBBBSBB3BiMiMBr HI Photo by Townsend. Lucille Foster, seven years old. Da ughter of Mr. nnd Mrs. S. A. Foster. theatre last week, and is succeeded this week by "The Sporting Duchess." There is no more comfortable or popular place of amusement In town than this hand some theatre. HERBERT E. CLAMP. it Mrs. Woodby There's nothing like a college education to open the way to pr elusive society. Since my eon started to go to the university hejs gotten into the Four Hundred. Mrs. McGlnty .My son s The following is from a St. Louis pa per. Can It be that such depredations as are recorded actually occur? "It has came to such a pass that no woman who gives functions often feels like putting any unusual outlay of ex pense into her affairs, since the depreda- tlqnswliIch.shediscovers after the even- mlgnonette, on a cloth of handsome Bat tenberg and satin. "While I stood nibbling a few salted almonds and admiring the decorations, up came a little woman, who had been one of the 'walking delegates,' those in vited by the hostess to come without hats and to see that everybody is prop- "Tng is over are so numerous and so cost verly served and entertained. college a Press. hsn't want me He's on to doing even better the nine. Philadel Ella Mother marry. Stella Does sh Ella No, but s at my age she loo Mamma Don't baby brother pla little while. Tommy But always. Mamma Oh. F cuess not Tommy I guess yes, 'cause he's swal lered 'em! Philadelphia Press. say so? tells everybody that 3 just as I do now. so selfish. Let your with your marbles a means to keep them ly as to absolutely discourage her. And such depredations are, too, from her guests, whom she considers gentlemen and ladies, and as such has Invited into her house. "Let me give you an example: I gave an evening card party In January, short ly after the holidays, and during a snowy, cold week. Wishing to present some kind of novelty in the supper, I finally decided to serve the ices in tiny red sleighs. These I obtained from my caterer, who ordered them especially from New York, and, as they were quite expensive, he agreed to take back all those that were not spoiled! "You may Imagine my horror when my guests came to say good-night to see that every single woman, and not a few Of the men, bore in their hands the little 'Aren't these dishes perfect dears,' she said, picking up the small lozenge shaped receptacie In an opaque glass of rose pink, from which I had, just the moment before, abstrated the last salted almond. " 'I think I'll just take one as a sou venir,' suiting the action to the word and wrapping her handkerchief round It. 'Mrs. H. (naming the hostess) didn't give us anything for assisting, anyway. Perhaps she meant these dishes. I see there are Ave more. I must tell the other ladles, and away she went. "Now, can you imagine any more dar ing or outrageous theft than that? And the woman actually tried to excuse her self to me by that story about Mrs. H.'s intention to make the little pink -glass dishes souvenirs, when she knew fully as well as 1 that they were either a part of the catering supplies or else from the hostess's own store of china and glass. "Now. hear my sequel to this story, which is positively tragic, so far as I am concerned: As 1 bade my .adieu that afternoon to Mrs. II., I spoke of the table, quite the handsomest of the sea son, and I suppose my mind rather dwelling on the plate episode that 1 had Just witnessed, referred to the little dishes and asked where she got them, to be Informed that they were a set of six which her sister hafi sent to her from Vienna at Christmas, and that shf prized them very highly, as they were of a new variety of opaque glass. "1 thought no more of the affair until we were all at the Southern a few nights ago. dining with a man who gives many and frequent entertainments. This craze for souvenirs came up, when one host told what befallen him at a ball which he gae during the holidays. One of his most treasured Christmas gifts was a trio of dainty cupids In French china, and very exquisite workmanship, which a charming New York girl whom he had often entertained had sent to him as her remembrance. The night of the ball, as he strolled through the rooms Just be fore his guests arrived. It struck him that he would hang those lovely cupids under the main chandelier, where every body might see and enjoy. Accordingly, he tied them on with ribbons, and the result was Indeed a pretty one. "Late that night, remembering his be loved cupids. he went to get them, only to discover that they were gone stolen the gay ribbons neatly severed as with a pocket knife and only an empty spot In the overhanging smllax. "After our host had finished telling this mournful tale Mrs. H.. who was a dinner guest as well as myself, sitting just opposite me. straightened up. drew her lips together and remarked that she. too. had suffered In like manner, pro ceeding to relate the story or her pink plate, which, as you know, was by no means new to me. "As she stated the facts I caught her eye several times, but thought nothing whatevei until she wound up with the (minted remark. " 'Hut the worst part of the whole is that these people who commit such petty thefts are our friends those whom we meet every day In society and our hands are tied. We would like ,to tc them -Jailed, but we don't dare And she fixed another baslllsklan glare on me that actually turned my blood cold. "For I know exactly what was In her mind. You see. she discovered her miss ing plate Just after my departure that afternoon, as I was among the last guests. She Instantly remembered that I had been in the dining-room almost alone, and. that I had also admired the plates nnd spoken to her about them. So, reasoning shrewdly, as she Imagined she had put two and two together and fixed the guilt on me. "I am In a dilemma, for I can't men tion the matter to her without telling her who really did take the plate one of her most cherished and intimate friends, by the way. who is constantly at her house, and who. I have no doubt, has coveted the little piece of glass for many a long day: and I surely don't want to be thought a thief by anybody. So there I am, and what to do I don't know. Even If I did up and tell Mrs. H. exactly what happened and who now has possession of her glassware, she wouldn't believe me. In all probability, for the other woman Is, as I said, a very old and Intimate friend, while I have only lately made Mrs. H.'s acquaintance, and woe is me this fatal afternoon was the very first time that I had ever been Invited to her house. Isn't It an awful dilemma?" And I agreed most heartily th.it It was. The muslcale given this afternoon by Mrs. Clinton R. Lee at Walsh hall was a delightful society .event, and the larg est function of the week. The program was given by Mrs. Marsland, reader: Miss Emily Perkins, pianist: Miss Elma Marsland. soprano. The readings which Mrs. Marsland has given at the homes of her friends, since she has been In the city, have given but little Idea of her marked ability, but her work this afternoon proved her to be possessed of unusual talent In this line. Her first selection, the monologue, was chosen to show versatility, brilliancy: the second was a rhythmic composition In which the reading Is In accord with the rhythm of the music. Her third number was a poetic monologue. Al! of the readings had musical accompani ments, the first two of which were sym pathetically played by Mrs. Lee. Miss Perkins solos were played with that poetry. styl and grace, which al ways chnracterlze her performances. Miss Elma Marsland Is one of Lin--