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Austin's Hawaiian weekly. (Honolulu [Hawaii) 1899-190?, July 01, 1899, Image 8

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AUSTIN'S HAWAIIAN WEEKLY.
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THE McVAY COMPANY.
The Hartwell Sisters now playing a successful en
gagement at the Orpheuni Theater.
On and Off the Stage.
Harry Carson Clarke will soon spring a new
farce comedy entitled "What Did Thompkins
Do."
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The success of the Southwell Opera Co. in
light opera at the Grand Opera House, San Fran
cisco, still continues to crowded houses.
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James K. Keane, whom in his day has support
ed many of the most famous of actors and ac
tresses died at his home in Providence, R. I., May
31, of consumption. Mr. Keane's failing health
forced him to cancel all engagements. He was
born in Philadelphia in 1852.
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According to the Eastern papers, roof gardens
are a thing of the past, and their places has been
taken by the "aerial." Koster and Bial's is now
known as "aerial palm garden," Hammerstein's
the "aerial meadow," and the Madison Square
Garden as the "aerial conservatory."
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Madame Hermann, widow of Hermann the
Great, has promised to give the public an oppor
tunity to judge of her ability in magic which it is
claimed is scarcely less than" that of her husband's
Long experience as an assistant has given her a
perfect knowledge of the art which practice and
training have perfected.
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The latest arrival, "The Cowboy and the
Lady," was roughly handled by the critics, but
mightily pleased the public, who are crowding
the Duke of York's Theatre nightly. The ap
plause greeting Nat Goodwin and Maxine Elliott
was as hearty as hands and voices could make it.
"Pinafore" is having a successful revival at the
Savov.
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London, June 10. A sweet and wholesome
domestic comedy is Dr. Conan Doyle's first effort
as a dramatist. It is entitled "Halves," and was
produced at the Garrick Theatre tonight. The
piece is as modest and unpretentious as the author
himself, who evidently attempts the playwright
with diffidence, but while "Halves" does not pre
tend to be a great play it is in refreshing contrast
to some of the recent risque products of more
famous dramatists.
The McVay stock company closed their sea
son at the Opera House on the evening of June
24th a presentation of the melo-drama of the
Octoroon being given. Mr. McVay and his as
sociates have made many friends during their
stay and the hope is expressed that they may
meet the Honolulu public again in the near
future and under more fortunate surroundings.
THE ORPHEUM.
The cozy Orpheuni has been the center of at
traction during the week past both on account of
the appearance of new faces amongst the per
formers and also by reason of the meritorious
events. As usual Jim Post and May Ashley are
favorites, while the Hartwell sisters in their ac
robatic work and high-kicking do interesting
business. Dave Marion in "Coster" songs takes
well and, Frank Barton in his coon specialties
has made a hit. Glorine continues the spectacular
dances. The popular proprietor Mr. C. S. Desky
will retire from the ownership having sold out
his interests to a local syndicate.
A Rat Story.
A big rat came unannounced mto the Phila
delphia Grand Opera House, the other night, dur
ing the first act of the "Gladiator" (says the
Philadelphia Press), just as the cruel empress
had ordered Nero to kill lovely Neodamia, the
heroine in the tragedy. In the front seat, close to
the big fiddle, were seated Joseph Bailey and Con
Cooney, a pressman, who intended to go to his
work after the theatre, and had a well-filled dinner-basket
between his feet. The rat came close
to the basket, sniffed a couple of times, and, in
sniffing, moved Cooney's hat so that it fell off the
basket. Just at that moment, a pretty little blon
de, seated in the box, looked down and saw the
thieving rodent. With a silvery yell of "Rats 1'
she threw decorum to the winds and jumped up
on her chair, at the same time giving an im
promptu skirt-dance. In a twinkling, the air was
rilled with smothered screams and the swishing
and rustling of silken skirts. The women jumped
on the seats. The rat, realizing that he had made
the mistake of his life, scampered up the main
aisle. Mr. Cooney and Mr. Bailey were thunder
ing up the aisle in close pursuit. Around the or
chestra circle, the rat led by a short lap. Down
the side aisle sped the trio, and up the center
again. The rat darted down toward the stage,
and one excited individual yelled: "Oh, it's
going up on the stage !" All this time the actors
had kept on with the play, but the announcement
that the stage was likely to be visited by a rat
proved too much for Neodamia. Despite the fact
that her life was in danger from the jealousy of
the empress, she jumped nimbly to a divan, and
tucked up her Roman gown. By this time the rat
had grown weary, but Joe, the avenger, was just
warming up to the event. The chase led close to
the spot where Mr. Cooney's lunch-basket was,
and, when directly opposite, Joe made a flying
leap. One foot demolished both Cooney's hat
and lunch-basket, but the other foot went straight
to the mark, and the despairing squeal that fol
lowed, indicated a sudden death in ratland. When
the excitement had subsided and Mr. Cooney had
gathered up the fragments of his basket and hat,
the generous audience tendered a round of ap
plause to Mr. Bailey and Mr. Cooney that made
the chandeliers tremble. Then Neodamia climb
ed down from her perch and the performance
proceeded.
A new play on the subject of Peter Stuyvcsant
has been almost finished by Bronson Howard
and Brainier Matthews. It will be produced in
the fall at Wallack's Theatre, New York, with
William II. Crane in the title-role, and will after
ward be published in book-form.
The situation in the Philippines does not ap
pear favorable to American arms at present and
news is barred dispatch. The N. Y. World's
Washington's special of June 16th states: "The
President is determined to continue to cnfoice
the censorship of private and press dispatches at
Manila. Within a few clays he has intimated
forcibly to General Corbin that too much infor
mation is being made public from the War De
partment. General Otis is in supreme authority
over the Manila censorship, and it is not within
the War Secretary's province to order its abate
ment. Newspaper correspondents are forbidden
by General Otis to file press reports from Hong
kong, and are warned that if they evade censor
ship by this mode their 'usefulness to their pa
pers will cease immediately.' Colonel Thomp
son, the censor, in a private letter to an officer
here, writes: 'Mv duties are exceedingly try
ing.' "
The Cry of Russia.
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Where all the Rus-ias sweep northward and eastward,
League on and league on. the black land, the white,
We in our misery, sorrowful prisoners,
Send up our voice through the deep winter night.
Dost thou hear, Lord God?
From the foul mine, from the gray, squalid prison,
Where the chained wand'rers toil onward to die.
Over the whip-crack and over the death-shot,
Rises to heaven our desolate cry.
Does thou hear, Lord God?
We that were men, orco the stately, the stalwart,
Chief's blood and king's blood aflame in our breast,
Broken now, shattered now, sinking and dying.
Still, while the life holds, our crv shall not rest.
Dost thou hear, Lord God?
We that were, women, once delicate beautiful,
Nursed amid rose, on lily leaves laid,
Naked now, bleeding now, scourged and tormented,
Cry with a str ng voice, and are not afraid.
Dost thou hear, Lord God?
Still for a moment, ye aintly ones glorified
Still your clear voices that sing round the throne!
Once, only once, on the silence of blessedness
Let our keen anguish fall, sobbing alone.
Dost thou hear, Lord God?
Nay, but the earth hears. From southward, from west
ward, Where men breathe freedom, nor faint with the bliss,
Over the freemen's sea, sweeping resistlessly,
Comes a deep murmur our ears can not miss.
Dost thou hear, Lord God ?
Murmur of pity, of anger, of sorrow,
Murmur of comfort, of brotherly cheer;
Saying they weep for us, they, the glad-hearted,
Saying they work for us, free, without fear.
Dost thou hear, Lord God ?
Courage, O brothers! O sisters of steadfastness,
Look up once more through the anguish, the pain !
Where love Is there is God, mighty, nil-merciful.
Now are our tears and our blood not in vain.
Thou dost hear, Lord God !
Night In Venice.
Love, in this summer nlftht, do you recall
Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June
Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon
We glided noiseless through the dim canal?
A sense of some belated festival
Hung round us, and our own hearts beat In tlune
With passionate memories that the young moon
Lit up on dome and tower and palace wall.
We dreamed what ghosts of vanished loves made part
Of that sweet light and trembling, amorous air.
I felt In those rich beams that kissed vour hair,
Those breezes warm with by-gone lovers' sighs
All the dead beauty of Venice in your eyes,
All the old loves of Venice In my heart.

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