1880-1883 Garlow scrapbook

Amusements.

"BUFFALO BILL." Hon. Buffalo Cody was with us last night, and shot hard-tak to pieces on the stage. The small boy did honor to the occasion, and attested his approval of William's marksmanship in Comanche yells, which are only to be acquired by long study of the principles set forth in yellow backed text-books. William has reduced the number of Indians that became a sacrifice to his pistols, having probably found it expensive to slay more than two every night, but he peppers these three or four times in one act, besides a half dozen Mormons who are slain whenever the play threatens to grow monotonous. There is a smell of powder about the play and blood all through it, while a nice little love episode is run in to counterbalance the dire effect of the heavy villains, of which there is the usual number. The house was one of the largest of the season, and the galleries were packed. One boy remarked, that the play was not half as good as it used to be, because William does not kill as many Indians as he formerly did. There is some fine scenery in the play. The actors are all good, including a Pawnee ass, which comes in for a share of the applause.

It was the same old story with Buffalo Bill (the Hon. W. F. Cody) last evening. People were turned away from the house, which indicated an attendance of 1,400 or 1,500. The applause when the heroic periods were reached was heard several squares away, and the audience was strictly impartial, although the great scout and border leader, Cody himself, came in for the largest share.

Amusements. The "Prairie Waif" and Buffalo Bill proved sufficient attraction to draw out a fine house last evening, at National hall, and to say that the performance pleased would be drawing it mildly. It was a border piece, full of dramatic situations, fun and western mannerisms, yet a neat vein of sentiment running through it, that relieved the strain which the fuscilade of fire-arms always produces among nervous people. Buffalo Bill himself is as fine a picture of physical manhood as one could possibly imagine, a perfect gentleman on and off the stage, and ably supported the leading part. Jule Keen, the inimitable Dutch comedian, is a favorite in this city whenever he appears. Of the other support Miss Lizzie Fletcher is an exceptionally fine actress and filled the part of "Onita" in a creditable manner, as did Connie Thompson in the part of "Sadie." The balance of the support seemed fitted to the characters assigned them, but Mr. H. C. White deserves special mention as an actor of more than ordinary merit. We will say for our citizens, come again, gentlemen.

"Buffalo Bill," and his agent, Mr. Josh E. Ogden, made the GAZETTE a pleasant call last evening. Mr. Ogden, who has for eight years been the efficient business manager of Mr. Cody, proudly displays a $400 gold watch, a recent present from his employer in New Orleans.

"Blue Hawk," the Buffalo Bill Billiardist. Blue Hawk is one of the chiefs belonging to Buffalo Bill's band of noble red men. Blue Hawk is fast adapting himself to the customs and luxuries entered into and enjoyed by his white brother. Among other practices Blue Hawk has indulged in is the great American game of billiards. Never was a lad just intoduced to the billiard table or a professional who could carom the balls at will more infatuated with the game. When he is not on the stage, pow-wowing in a war dance or careening about the streets on the back of a fiery-untamed war-horse, borrowed from a livery stable at one dollar an hour, he is hugging a billiard table in company with a white brother. He plays a very nice game, but once in a while strikes a pale face who is too much for him, and then he is liable to swear Indian cuss words, and use the billiard chalk on his face in lieu of the war paint he left behind. Last evening he indulged in several games with Will Crompton, of the "Hearts of Oak" company. "Cromp" slings a rather lively cue, and got away with the red man badly. Blue Hawk swore under his breath, banged his cue on the floor, hinted about his bad luck, just as the white man does when he loses, but the result was not changed. Among the interested spectators was a clolored knight of the razor employed at the Central hotel barber shop. He watched the play, and seemed to especially enjoy the defeat of Blue Hawk. At the conclusion of the last game a loud guffaw escaped him, and the Indian slamming his cue down, glared at the barber a minute, then with a fierce whoop, drew his tomahawk and made a dash for the tonsorial artist. there never was a saffroncolored darkey that approached the hue of the pale face any nearer than did that barber when Blue Hawk made the spring. He leaped about six feet, then jumped through the glass door leading to the bar-room, leaped over the bar counter and the huge ice refrigerator that chanced to be open, howled murder and pulled the door down over him. The Indian followed to the door, gazed in wonder at the lofty vaulting, watched the disappearance into the ice box, and then turning to the barkeeper saig "Ugh! Black face much fraud. Billiard no good. Blue Hawk like gin cocktail," and after imbieing the mixture he went upstairs to practice a new war dance.

ABORIGIONAL DRAMA. The "Prairie Waif" as Presented by Buffalo Bill at the Lyceum. The Fifth Avenue Lyceum was filled from pit to dome last night with an audience of 1,300 to witness the great border drama of Buffalo Bill entitled "The Prairie Waif." The play which is made up of startling tableaux with red fire, slow ourtain and wierd enchanting music, calculated to thrill the heart, was well received by the audience. Buffalo Bill played the leading character in a manner that showed considerable improvement over some of his past efforts. His support was very fair. The performance will be repeated this evening and to-morrow evening, and at the matinee on Saturday afternoon at 2 o'clock.

Prince of Clever Fellows. Josh Ogden, Business Manger of the Buffalo Bill Combination, made a pleasant call at the COURIERsanctum to-day. "Josh" was for seven years in charge of the advertising departmet of Mr. Cody's show, and we doubt if there is a more talented man in the profession. In his capacity of Business Manager, he displays the good, common sense business qualities which marked his career as Advance Agent, and the result is always apparent when the Treasurer figures up his receipts.

BUFFALO BILL. Whatever may be the merits of the Buffalo Bill troupe, it has drawing qualities not possessed by stars of greater magnitude. The present engagement has started one of the most successful of the season. The new play "The Prairie Waif," is full of blood curdling incidents and improbable situations, but it is a much better play than most of its class. Mr. Cody's support is very good, particularly the wild Indians. The play will run two more nights and a matinee at the Grand Opera house.

Macauley's-Buffalo Bill "Buffalo Bill," the "renowned Indian fighter, Government scout and Western hero of the plains," the idol of every dime-novel-reader's heart, appeared at Macauley's last night before a very large audience, the gallery being top-heavy with the yellow-back novel fraternity. The mere shake of an overgrown pistol in the hands of the scout or the utter of the magic words, "I am 'Buffalo Bill,'" made every small boy and ragamuffin bewail his lost oportunities and vow that he "would give anything to be such a hero. Mr. Cody is certainly a handsome fellow and makes a striking figure on the stage. He shoots marvellously well, but is a much better "Indian fighter, Government scout and Western hero of the plains" than he is an actor; but it seems to be of more pecuniary worth to be an Indian fighter than to be an actor and so he rides his white horse, shakes his long, black curls, twirls his broad-brimmed hat, looks handsome and takes in the money and is happy. He is not required to do any acting, and so the strain upon his physique is infinitesimally small. The play in which he appered, "The Prairie Waif," is simply a ten-cent novel put upon the stage, and its various situations were liberally applauded and fearfully saluted with whistling. It has nothing in it to recommend it to an intelligent amusement patron, the language being very silly and the play having nothing of the idyllic character of "Davy Crockett" in it. But it seems almost an idle task to say anything goodly in numbers and nothing can keep them away. Harry Clifton as Jim Hardie, a Dantie, did some fairly good acting; and Jule Kerne as Hans, Miss Lizzie Fletcher as Onita and Miss Connie Thompson as Sadie were acceptable. To-night "Buffalo Bill" will give his last performance.

Buffalo Bill. Five hundred persons occupied seats on the first floor at Macauley's Theater last night, and standing room in the balcony and gallery was at a premium. "The Prairie Waif" does not differ materially from the ordinary border drama, but it serves to show Mr. Cody's peculiarities very completely. His rifle shooting was warmly applauded. He is to be commended for having discontinued the practice of shooting at objects placed on the head. Mr. Cody does not pretend to be a great actor, but as his plays are always written for and about Buffalo Bill, there is not much necessity for acting. The principal characters in the drama were Miss Lizzie Fletcher, Onita; Miss Connie Thompson, Sadie; R.C. White, Mark Stanley; Jule Kerne, Hans; C. Wl Charles, Captain Ressell; and Jerry, Jack Cass; and they were well adapted to their respective parts, particularly the last named. The performance was interrupted several times by the irrepressible youngsters who occupied high seats in the temple, but that is one of the coincidences of a "border drama." The performance will be repeated tonight.

John Cass, of Cody's Combination, was formerly a high kicker. The noble steed used by Mr. Cody in the first act of the "Prairie Waif" last night was a debutante. Mr. Cody will purchase some of Kentucky's fine stock today for his ranch at North Platte, Nebraska. The principal music instrument used in accompanying the medicine dance last night is known in polite scalping cirlcles as the Tom-Tom. White Eagle has concluded to remain in the theatrical business permanently, and is devoting his spare moments to the study of the spelling-book and the composition of a thrilling drama. The Indians performed the "medicine" and the "horse" dances at Macauley's last night. The motions were not particularly graceful, but the origin of the modern son and dance business is no longer a mystery.

Macauley's-Buffalo Bill. A large and enthusiastic, but top-heavy house was at Macauley's last night to see Buffalo Bill in the "Prairie Waif." It is needless to attempt a criticism. There is a charm of a certain sort about the very name of Buffalo Bill which attracts the amirers of border heroism and pioneer bravery. Bill is a splendid specimen of manhood, 'strikingly' handsome, and though not much of an actor, there is something admirable about him. As for the play itself, the less said about it, the better. There were a number of novelties introduced, such as a horse upon the stage, a well trained donkey, some marvelous target shooting by Buffalo Bill, and a genuine Indain war dance by genuine Indians. Next to Buffalo Bill, Jule Keane, as Hans, the Dutchman, elicited the favor of the audience. The same bill again to-night.

Buffalo Bill.

The famous government scout, the Hon. W. F. Cody, who has taken advantage of the notoriety afforded him by blood and thunder stories which have appeared in such trashy weekly story papers as the New York Weekly, etc., to lay up for himself earthly treasures, and considerable of them, appeared to the Grand, last evening, to an audience which was of course large. A glance at the audience was enough to assure one of their mental calibre. The piece Buffalo Bill (the sobriquet in which Cody delights) plays this season, is an excessively startling composition, entitles, "The Prairie Waif," in which villainous Mormon elders, Dutch and Irish comedians, blood-thirsty Indians, an interesting heroine and a singing soubrette are amazingly mixed up. This stuff immeasurably delights a certain class, who frantically expressed their approbation as the play proceeded. "The Prairie Waif" is by John Awful Stevens, who recently annoyed a Fort Wayne audience with another of his own astonishing productions called "Unknown." In justice to him, be it stated that the affair constructed for Mr. Cody is the best of his endeavors. Though built with a view to the display of the shooting and scalping abilities of the star, it is free from the gory characteristics common to plays of the kind. Mr. Cody himself, who derives his title of "Honorable" from the fact that he was once a member of the legislature of a western state, is not a remarkable actor, but has a picturesque presence and abstains from rant. His support was very capable. Miss Lizzie Fletcher, formerly leading lady of the Academy of Music, Chicago, played the part of Onita the Waif very nicely. She has much improved since we last saw her in Chicago. Miss Connie Thompson a vivacious young lady who has a very good reputation in soubrette parts was much applauded in her song and dance with Jule Keen. She acted the character of Sadie, which though having no relevancy to the plot, is expected in every play of this sort. Jule Keen, a clever "Dutch" comedian who used to star with Sallie Adams in the play of "Chris and Lena," seen here, was amusing as Hans, Bill's servant. The rest of the cast were quite up the mark. The rifle shooting in the second act by Buffalo Bill was startlingly accurate. He has a magnificent Winchester rifle. The special scenery and properties, many of them very expensive and collected by the star during his eventful life on the plains, were an entertaining feature. In brief, an hour can be profitably spent in the contemplation Mr. Cody's acting, for the reason that he is a man far above the ordinary. The romance of the back-woods which attaches to him is genuine. The company play at Logansport to-night.

BUFFALO BILL. The admirers of "Buffalo Bill" are not a class of people to be easily intimidated by blustering weather, and if the storm of last evening had any effect upon the size of the audience, it was not perceptible. The galleries groaned with the weight they sustained and air quivered with the shouts of applause. "Buffalo Bill" is the ideal hero of the boys and they never fail to show their adoration in the most gratifying form.

AMUSEMENTS. MASONIC THEATER.--Buffalo Bill opened to something like a $500 house, last night. The gallery was crowded and downstairs nearly full. Bill's admirers were out in force, and very enthusiastic as to his new play, It has the one advantage over the previous ones, that not so much gunpowder is expended. There is less indiscriminate shooting. The characters in the cast are about the same, down even to the Dutchman and his donkey. Bill introduces an exhibition of his remarkable shooting. An improvement, too, may be noted in his acting and delivery. The Dutch character is taken by Mr. Keene, a clever comedian, who kept the audience laughing all the while he was on the stage. Miss Lizzie Fletcher and Miss Carrie Thompson sustained acceptably the female characters, and with the rest of the cast the audience had no reason to complain. There will be this afternoon a matinee performance, for which the sale of seats has been large. To-night's performance closes the engagement.

At the Academy Last Night. Talk about large houses! The Academy of Music contained such an overflowing audience last night as seldom assembles within its walls. Every seat in the house was occupied and over a hundred persons were compelled to stand. Such an outpouring of the "gallery gods" never was witnessed before, as the boys were packed in like sardines, and like all big crowds noisy and overflowing with good nature. Every good and telling point (and there are many) was vociferously applauded. If there be any persons who think that Buffalo Bill and his company only furnish blood and thunder calculated to please the boys, they are mightily mistaken. "Prairie Waif" is a better drama and better performed by this company than any we have seen at the Academy of Music. It abounds in startling situations, well acted throughout and well put opon the stage, and running through the entire play is enough of comedy and side acting of a humorous nature to make the whole intensely interesting. For a promiscuous audience, such as Buffalo Bill usually draws, a better and more appreciative entertainment is not to be found in America to-day. If "Prairie Waif" was played again to-night, the Academy would be just as crowded, and that too with the same people who were present last night. The play was put on the stage to please the multiture, and right well does it succeed is the verdict of every one.

The Prairie Waif. The Buffalo Bill combination played last evening before a full house, which is usually that case since as it has been truly said this attraction draws like a circus. there were noticeably fewer of those sanguinary scenes which formed the strong points in Buffalo Bill's first entertainment and the "Prairie Waif" was construed with some idea of the eternal fitness of things. Mr. Cody's feats of marksmanship earned merited applause and his assumption of three Western characters showed him in a better dramatic light than ever before. The piece is filled with exciting incidents, properly relieved with love passages and humorous by-play and the audience certainly showed a keen sense of appreciation. The introduction of a band of Cheyenne Indians added to the strong Western flavor of the drama and proved an acceptable novelty. To admirers of frontier life, viewed at a safe distance, the play met with the heartiest approval.

"Prairie Waif." JOHN A. STEVEN'S new and interesting border drama, entitled "Prairie Waif," was produced in this city for the first time last Saturday night, in the Arcade Opera House, by the Buffalo Bill Combination. The play was witnessed by a packed audience, who testified their appreciation by frequent and hearty applause. Incidentally "Buffalo Bill" showed his audience how to handle a rifle and his display of marksmanship was simply marvelous.

A PLEASANT GATHERING. Last evening's performance at the Academy of Music closed the season for which the company organized to support Buffalo Bill were engaged. It had proved a very successful season financially, and harmony and good feeling had been the rule with the members of the combination throughout. After the play, and as a recognition of the worth of the company and an expression of his esteem, the manager gave them a very elegant wine supper at Gerot's restaurant. Seldom is there seen so happy a gathering about the festive boards, and no description could fully set forth the agreeable character of the occasion. The famous scout, Buffalo Bill, or rather, we should say, the succesful manager, actor, and dead shot, the Hon. Wm. F. Cody, sat at the head of the long table. Mr. John Meech, the modest though handsome manager of the Academy, and a few other invited guests were present in addition to the members of the late company. Of course, there were toasts and recitations, and music by the Academy orchestra, and even the Indians made little speeches which were interpreted, and being notably characteristic, enlisted much interest and caused no little amusement. It was quite late when the gathreing separated, agreeing that the occasion had been signally enjoyable. Mr. Cody leaves the city this afternoon.

Buffalo Bill. Buffalo Bill (Hon. William Cody) and his company of artists played to an immense audience at Dolan's opera house last night. "The Prairie Waif," the drama portrayed, is a story of the Far West, made up of incoherent, disjointed and improbable events, constructed much on the plan of literary architecture peculiar to one of Beadle's yellow backs. The play, however, gives abundany opportunity for the display of Buffalo Bill's prowess as a scout and skill as a marksman, and as such it is a success. The troupe depicts all that there is in the play. Its rendition is exceedingly dizzy. The air becomes hazy with flying scalps, the stage drips with gore metaphorically speaking, and ever and anon the gallery gods rent the air with their plaudits of approval. Buffalo Bill is a character known and admired throughout the entire land, and his name is sufficient to insure a crowded house. He is the type of physical and manly beauty and perfection, and his feats with firearms as exhibited last night were almost incredible. Taken as a whole the show is an amusing one and worthy of success.

BUFFALO BILL. Of course the Opera House was filled last evening, but it was scarcely expected such a well-made house would occupy the down stair seats. It is a fact, however, that more and more ladies attend these performances each time. There is less blood and thunder than formerly and "Prairie Waif" is a regualr story, the thread of which is connected and followed up from act to act. The play is arrayed to set off Buffalo Bill as much as possible, but it still gives the others a fair show. In the course of the performance Bill does some fancy shooting, giving an exhibition of marvelous skill. The trained donkey comes in for its share, as do also the the troupe of Cheyenne Indians. Buffalo Bill is always good for a large house in Wheeling.

BUFFALO BILL. W. F. Cody and his company presented "The Prairie Waif" at the Opera House, last evening, to a large audience. The play is an improvement off any of the plays in which "Buffalo Bill" has heretofore appeared, and gave very good satisfaction. The company is an excellent one. Early in the play Buffalo Bill does some remarkable shooting, which called forth prolonged applause. One of the features was the trained donkey "Jerry."

BETWEEN ACTS.

The follwing despatch which was szent from Buffalo Bill to Captain Jack, and prompted the following verses from the Poet Scout, (as he is familiary known on the frontier,) explains itself.

CAMP ON INDIAN CREEK, JULY 8TH, 1876.

Jack, old boy, have you heard of the death of the brave Custer?

BUFFALO BILL.

CUSTERS DEATH.

Did I hear the news from Custer? Well, I reckon I did, old pard; It came like a streak of lightnin', And, you bet, it hit me hard. I ain't no hand to blubber, And the briny ain't run for years; But the chalk me down for a lubber, If I didn't shed regular tears.

What for? Now you look here, Bill You're a bully boy, that's true; As good as e'er wore buckskin, Or fought with the boys in blue; But I'll bet my bottom dollar Ye had no trouble to muster A tear, or perhaps a hundred, When ye heard of the death of Custer.

He always thought well of you, pard, And had it been heaven's will, In a few more days you'd met him, And he'd welcome his old scout Bill. For if ye remember at Hat Creek I met ye with General Carr; We talked of the brave young Custer, And recounted his deeds of war.

But little we knew even then, pard, (And that's just two weeks ago), How little we dreamed of disaster, Or that he had met the foe-- That the fearless, reckless hero, So loved by the whole frontier, Had died on the field of battle In this, our centennial year.

I served with him in the army, In the darkest days of the war; And I reckon ye know his record, For he was our guiding star; And the boys who gathered round him To charge in the early morn, War just like the brave who perished With him on the Little Horn.

And where is the satisfaction, And how are we going to get square? By giving the reds more rifles? Invite them to take more hair?

We wan't no scouts, no trappers, Nor men who know the frontier; Phil, old boy, you're mistaken, "We must have the volunteer."

Never mind that two hundred thousand, But give us a hundred instead; Send five thousand men toward Reno, And soon we won't leave a red. It will save Uncle Sam lots of money, In fortress we need not invest, Jest wollup the devils this summer, And the miners will do all the rest.

The Black Hills are now filled with miners, The Big Horn will soon be as full, And which will present the most danger To Crazy Horse and old Sitting Bull? A hand of ten thousand frontier men, Or a couple of forts with a few Of the boys in the east now enlisting-- Friend Cody, I leave it with you.

They talk about peace with these demons By feeding and clothing them well: I'd as soon think an angel from heaven Would reign with contentment in h--ll. And some day these Quakers will answer Before the great Judge of us all, For the death of the daring young Custer And the boys who around him did fall.

Perhaps I am judging them harshly, But I mean what I'm telling ye, pard; I'm letting them down mighty easy, Perhaps they may think it is hard. But I tell you the day is approaching-- The boys are beginnng to muster-- That day of the great retribution, The day of revenge for our Custer.

And I will be with you, friend Cody, My weight will go in with the boys; I shared all their hardships last winter, I shared all their sorrows and joys; So tell them I'm coming, friend William, I trust I will meet you ere long. Regards to the boys in the mountains, Yours, truly, in friendship still strong. JACK CRAWFORD.

AMUSEMENTS. Buffalo Bill played to a good house at the Masonic Theatre, last evening. The rifle shooting by Bill was enthusiastically recieved. The support is an average one, but Keene, in the Dutch character, is first-class, and kept the audience in a roar from first to last. A matinee was given this afternoon. A performance to-night will close the engangement. The new play is a decided improvement on the border play produced by Bill last season. [word]

In the Grand Opera House last evening there was a large audience to witness Buffalo Bill's new play "The Prairie Waif," and, judging from the applause, the entertainment was highly enjoyed. "Hans" and "Sadie" kept the audience in good humor, and the songs and scalp dances of the "Injuns," were enthusiastically received by the gallery gods. Mr. Cody appeared in three different characters, and presented the western frontiersman in an easy, natural and effective manner. He also gave a wonderful exhibition of marksmanship. The same programme will be repeated this evening.

BUFFALO BILL. The popular sensational actor, Buffalo Bill, again brought out an immense gallery audience at the opera house last evening. The pargquette and dress circle were only fairly filled, other attractions keeping many away. Buffalo Bill makes no pretensions but simply announces what kind of an entertainment he provides and then when the people come to hear him he disappoints them happilyby giving them a much finer treat than they had reason to expect. He has gathered around him a good company, secured the services of a band of genuine Indians and is thus enabled to palce his frontier drama on the boards in a realistic manner no one else can equal. The play given last evening was "Knights of the Plains, or Buffalo Bill's Best Trail." This will be kept on until Saturday evening when "May Cody, or Lost and Won," will be given.

BUFFALO BILL.-- The largest audience that the Opera House has seen this season assembled last evening to see Hon. Wm. F. Cody "Buffalo Bill" in the thrilling drama of the "Prairie Waif." Stevens, the author, has woven a web of Indian romance which was ably presented by the company of which Buffalo Bill was, of course, the centerpiece. The plot is one which keeps the audience in a fevre of expectation, and incident follows incident in rapid and harmonious succession to a happy climax, the rescue of the Prairie Waif by her lover from the Indian camp. The company is a strong one and will delight the Albanians this evening with a presentation of the drama.

THE BUFFALO BILL COMBINATION appeared at the Opera House last evening to one of the largest houses of the season. the receipts amounting to over $700 Buffalo Bill has got a very fine drama this season-- The Prairie Waif. The setting of the second act was very fine. O the acting of the company, they are al good. Mr. Cody (Buffalo Bill) has improved a great deal as an actor, some of his points being made with telling effect. In the second act he showed his skill with the rifle, which received a well deserved recognition from the large audience assembled. Buffalo Bill can always count on a large house whenever he appears in this city.

Buffalo Bill's New Combination with Josh E. Ogden in his eigth year at the helm , Harry Clifton, R. E. White, Jule Keen, Robert Neil, Charles Wilson, George T. James, Harry Irving, Harry Melner, Lizzie Fletcher, Connie Thompson with Harry Sellers, agent. New York City, 23; Milwaukee, Wis., 31 and Sept. 1; St. Paul, Minn., 2; Minneapolis, 3

NEW YORK, Oct. 21, 1878. Buffalo Bill Last Night. Whatever may be said as to the merit of Buffalo Bill's dramas, there can be no question about his ability to draw paying audiences in Wilmington. Last night the play was "The Red Right Hand, or Buffalo Bill's First Scalp for Custer," and the audience was the largest of the season, so far, the gallery being packed and little but standing room to be found down stairs. The play may be described as being of the trashy order, with a poor plot, but having some effective scenes and good characters, Buffalo Bill making his usual good impression, and Harry Mainhall, as Vincent Vernon, The Red Right Hand, doing some of the best acting of the evening. Charles B. Thorne, as Lone Dick, an old trapper, also took his part well, and the same may be said of Miss Lydia Denier, as Perl, the Indian princess and the heroine of the play. A Chinamen and an Irishman were thrown in to make things amusing, and they succeeded in creating some merriment, though the characters might have been improved. Of course there was plenty of Indian killing and hair breadth escapes, and the gallery was at times electrified, but while some of the situations were good others were decidedly ridiculous. On the whole the play was not equal to the one Buffalo Bill presented here on his former visit. After the play the Indians gave an exhibition of war dances and bow and arrow practice, and it may be said that if they don't shoot any better on the plains than they did last night in the Opera House the buffaloes need not be alarmed. Buffalo Bill's rifle practice, however, was the best feature of the entertainment, many of his shots being truly wonderful.

PROGRAMME.

BUFFALLO BILL! (HON. W. F. CODY,) In the Thrilling Play, Depicting True Frontier Life, entitled LIFE ON THE BORDER!

Buffalo Bill, {A Western Judge, Jury and executioner,(By the Great Origional,)} Hon. W. F. Cody CAPT. JACK, can rail an Indain from the Missouri to the Pacific......J. W. CRAWFORD George Reed, a victim of perjury, but a square man for all that,.......Geo. Dendersom Jebadiah Broadbrim, a Peace Commissioner, with a affection for Ireland, T. Z. Graham Capt. Huntley, of Regulators and Vigilance Comitte.........................Charles B. Waite Old Sloat, a Trapper, one of the boys, age unknown............................J. V. Arlington Gen. Duncan, of the U.S.A., a right man in the wrong place.............Harry Moreland Grasshopper Jim, a sample of the Vigilance Commitee, Huntley's right bower.......H. Irving Toothpick Ben, gives lessons in gambling his way, Huntley's left bower..............W. S. MacEvoy Jim Reynolds, a Scout, one of the boys in a tight place...............................R.J. Evans Lieut. Millford, takes lessons in the art of gambling..............................Fred Bennet Wolfy Dick, who came West to grow up with the country, bu grew too fast............H. Melme War Eagle, one of the noble red men of the far West............................Chas. Younge Betty Mullany, a true hearted Italian girl from Cork....................Miss Jessie Howard Mrs. Reynolds, wife of Jim Reynolds....................................................Miss Julie Ly Emma Reynolds, betrothed to Buffalo Bill...................................Miss Maria Wellsle

The performance will commence with the laughable sketch

SLASHER AND CRSHER Benjamin Blowhard......................................................................J. V. Arlington Sampson Slasher.............................................................................T. Z. Graham Christopher Crasher.....................................................................Harry Melmer Lieutenant Brown......................................................................Harry Moreland John.............................................................................................Chas Younger Dinah Blowhard...................................................................Miss Marie Wellsley Rosa.....................................................................................Miss Jessie Howard

Pop Whitaker gets $10,000 for an Arm. NEW YORK, March 21.-Pop Whittaker grew old in he circus business, and suffered ever coceivable variety of trouble in that trade. On Jan. 3, 1881, he was a Niblo's unil after dark, helping get ready "Black Venus." He went over to the Bowery to get a car. The streets were frosty and slippery and he fell. A Hzarlem Railroad freight car run over his rih arm. The bones and muscles from he elbow to the wrist were smashed. When he ambulance arrived he surgeon cut away the clothing from the arm o ascertain the extent of the injury. Pop interupted him with: "Say, sonny, why don't you stop to ask if a man has got another coat or not?" The arm could not be saved, and Whittaker sued.

A Big House for "Buffalo Bill."

Buffalo Bill appeared at the Grand Opera House last evening, and was geeted by the largest audience tha ever witnessed his permormance in this city- nearly two thousand people being in the Hall. The play was a good one of he kind, and abounded in striking scenes and stirring incidents, which received the unqualified applause o he large audience. After the close of the drama, the Indians gave a dance, and one of them ried his hand at target shooting wih bow and arrow, but seemed a litle excited and did not shoot very well. Buffalo Bill, however, gave some splendid exhibitions of marksmanship with his handsome rifle. He stood about twenty-five feet from the target, and shot in various position, including one backward shot, with the rifle pointing out between his legs, and one backward shot over his shoulder, viewing the mark by means of a small looking-glass which he held in his hand. He struck his mark nearly every time, and his skill was ioudly applauded.

This evening, at the Grand Opera House, Joaquin Miller's beautiful and romantic drama, "The Danites," will be presented by an able company under the management of James Ward. This will be a fine performance and should be largely attended.

On Saturday evening, Mr. Mrs. W. J. Florence, with a talented company, will presen the sparkingly comedy of "The Mighty Dollar."

May Cody, or Lost and Won. One of the most beautiful and delightful dramas that has ever been produced in our Opera House, was rendered last evening by the Buffalo Bill combination before a large audience. The popularity of the distinguished and eminent actor, Hon. W. D. Cody, and whose reputation as an actor is well established in this section of the State, is alone sufficient to convince the theatre going element that the entertainment is excellent and instructive. He was supported by an excellent cast, and each one seemed to be the possessor of a grand conception of the production.

Mrs. W. C. Jones, Mrs. Staughton, is an actor of ability, the rendition of her role, though somewhat difficult, was given with that degree of excellence, that would certainly do honor the brightest stars in the profession. The beautiful and accomplished actress Miss Lydia Denier, as May Cody, played her part admirably. Her rendiion met the hearty approbation of all present. Charles Wilson, as Darby McCune, accompanied by his trained donkey, succeeded in keeping his audience in a continual uproar of laughter. As a deleniator of Irish character, we must say that his equal has never appeared before a Meadville audience. The other members of the cast did exceptionally fine and contributed greatly in pleasing the entire audience. On the whole the performance was one of the best even given on the Meadville stage, and if even Mr. Cody makes his appearance in our city again we can assure him that he will be greeted with a full house.

"HOLE-IN-HER-STOCKING." A Synopsis of Buffalo Bill's New Play, to be Produced This Season.

Act First- Curtain rises and discovers Buffalo Bill in the act of making a desperate mash on Hole-in-her-Stocking, the ravishing maiden, as they sit by a foaming cascade. As Buffalo Bill is about to press her to his broad, manly bosom, the maiden gives a terrific scream, and immediately three tribes of blood thirsty Cork. Indians plunge madly to the rescue. Somehow, Bill has acquired possession of his "trusty" rifle, and "sends a leaden messenger of death whizzing to the heart of the chief." Calmly and quietly he picks off half the remaining Indians with his "barkers," and clubs the rest to death to slow music. They die hard, but Bill has got to kill 'em.

This little episode disposed of, Bill seizes Hole-in-her-Stocking and hurries away to his camp, playfully killing several hundred Indians on the way. Reaching the camp, Bill instructs Hole-in-her-Stocking in the mystic art of makin gin-slings and oat meal flip-jacks, in which, contrary to all precedent, Bill takes the cake, and Hole-in-her-Stocking don't get any. Somehow an Irish comedian is worked into this scene in company with a banjo artist, and the act closes by the party "picking off" 200 Indians with "unerring aim," and telling lies about catching fish.

Act Second-- In the second act the house is thrilled from pit to dome in rapidly succeeding thrills when Hole-in-her-Stocking is stolen from Bill's tent, by the soft lgith of a moon made of a greased rag and tallow candle. Upon Bill's return to camp he executes a yell like a man who steps on a carpet tack in the silent watches of the night, and registers a vow to recover that maiden if he has to chop his way through nineteen cords of solid Indians to do it.

He then dons his sombrero and marches on the hand-painted, Irish-Indian foe, while the bald-headed trombonist executes a solo, and the bow-legged super pound merrily on the thunder gong. Having made the comedian swear allegiance at the point of a sled-stake, Buffalo Bill, "creeps in a snakelike manner" on the unsuspecting foe, when the rustling of a twig discovers them, and they are instantly surrounded by fierce, hordes of vermillion savages who pine for blood. Even against such fearful odds the wonderful bravery of Buffalo Bill is again displayed to the best advantage. Calmly taking in the situation at a glance. Bill immediately "picks off" Indians with blank cartidges, and as then chased up a tree behind which the low comedian is trying to conceal himself. When the savages make preparation to burn the tree down, Buffalo Bill slides down and kicks 311 Indians to death in thirteen minutes, while the band murders some more music, and a delicate-limbed super executes fireworks and flashes of lightning. Finally Bill is overpowered and tied to the tree by his neck.

Act Third-- In act third the savages amuse themselves by making preparations to torture the prisoners by lighting a small bonfire on his stomach. It looks now very much as though it was good night with William Taurus. But at the last moment he rends his shackles with the greatest effort of his life, and grabbing a clothes prop, clubs half the tribute into a jelly, while the other half jump around quite lively in order to give him a chance to do it. Bill then coolly seizes the lovely Hole-in-her-Stocking and climbs up a thirty-foot cascade, which he pulls up after him. The happy couple are then married by red fire and blue lights, and receive as presents thirtheen plated butter dishes, fourteen dollar store pickly castors, a dozen patent clothes-pins and a hat-rack. The local paper says "all went merry as a marraige bell." In publishing this plot in advance we are sensibly aware of the fact that we have been guilty of violating the international law for the extradition of authorship, or something of that kind, but then, what is the public going to do about it?

Brick's Lunch Can. Somebody got a Mr. Brick's lunch can awhile also and cooked onions in it, and as he can't endure that vegetable he got the notion that he never could get the taste out of the can, and so he threw it away. Mr. Brick is the baggage-master on a train, and he had the can made for him and his address put upon it. When he got back from work the day he threw the can away he found that one of the neighbor's children had picked it up and returned it. He appreciated the kindness of the child, but took the can and chucked it into another neighbor's garden. In half an hour that neighbor sent it home. Then he determined to get rid of it anyhow, and he took it to the depot the next day and threw it into the freight yard.

Then he went into the depot for a minute, and on returning to his car found some one had picked up the can and lefit it for him. Quite exaperated, he chucked into an empty car that was being hauled away toward Chicago, and he didn't see it again until the next day, when it arrived in an express package on which he had to pay seventy-five cents. Then he tore around prodigiously, and tied it to a dog's tail and the dog ran off with it, and this was an unlucky move, for half an hour later the dog's owner brought the can back and tried to trash Mr. Brick for abusing his dog, the result being arrent and fines. Then Brick was thoroughly aroused, and he took the can and sunk it off a dock. The next day when he entered his car there stood something done up in a paper that he knew to be his can, and he kicked it sixty feet into the air, and had to pay thirty dollars for the valuable bird in the cage.

Then he felt that he was rid of the thing, but a diver happened to find it and got thumped on the head for returning it. Then Brock took [word] [word] [word] [word] [word] [word] filled it with dyna[word]

"BUFFALO BILL."

INCIDENTS AND FACTS IN THE FAMOUS SCOUT'S LIFE.

THE GRAND DUKE ALEXIS-ENCOUNTER WITH YELLOW HAND-A PROPOSED TRIP TO EUROPE A LITTLE GRAVE.

The coming of "Buffalo Bill" to this city, two weeks from this evening, gives additional interest to the following from the Rochester, N. Y., Sunday Moring Herald: Wm. Cody, o "Buffalo Bill," as he is familliarly known from New York to San Francisco, has been playing with his company to crowded audiences at the Opera House in the city during a portion of the past week. It is not our purpose to speak, however, of the play, but of the man, in this article. Several years ago, when he first visited our city, he, Texas Jack, and two newspaper men took a sleigh ride up East avenue, one fine winter afternoon, bringing up finally at Prof. Ward's, whose aquaintace Buffalo Bill had made on the plains. One of that party had not met the famous scout to talk with him since until yesterday morning, when, on a pressing inviation, Mr. Cody walked into the Herald sanctum; but he has a observing eye and a retentive memory and instatly recalled both the individual ad the occasion. Mr. Cody's splendid physique, frank and daring look, and long, flowing hair, are familiar to thousands who have seen him on the streets but have never met him personally. In apperance and manner he is the beau ideal of the western hunter and Indain fighter, the chevalier of the plais. Every feature idicates power and courage, but all are softened by the light of a naturally kind and courteous nature. The story of his life has been often told. Orphaned at an early age by an Indain massacre in the West, he grew up the foe of the red man, and in many a fair fight has paid of the indians in leaden coin, for that butchery tha robbed him of his parents. He was chosen by General Sheridan to acompany the Grand Duke Alexis and his party on a hunting expedition over the plains, when that Russian prince visited this country. Since thenm on several occasions he has acted as Chief of Scouts for our troops in their expeditions agains the Indians, and was eith General Crook, in that capacity, engaged in the same general movement with Custer when the latter's command was massacred. For several years BUffalo Bill has been giving dramatic exhibitions, illustrating life on the plains and he has become really an actor of considerable merit. His exhibitions are immensely popular. He has acquired quite a fortune, and now owns a large rach, about three hundred miles west of Omaha. When he visited us, yesterday, we wasked him about his intentions for the future. "I am going to San Francisco in March," he said, "and play there. Afterwards I will go to Europe, and then come back and setle down on my ranche." "You'll get tired of that," we remarked. "No! I love the plains and could spend my life on them. Inever feel so well as when out there, hunting antelope and buffalo." "So you're going to California?" "Yes. And, by the way, California is te place for a whole-souled reception. They are wide-awake and generous." While talking about the Crook expedition, Buffalo Bill told us the story of his encounter with Yellow hand. Our troops were engaged in a skirmish with the Indians, when Yellow Hand shouted out a challenge to the "long-haired man" to come out and fight single-handed. The challenge was acepted. To have declined it would have lost im his prestie among the Indains, and might have been followed by serious results. The Indian and "pale-face" warriors rode toward each other, firing their rifles; both horses were killed, Yellow Hand was shot through the thigh, and "Bill" was slightly wounded. The two men were then close enough to grapple, and before Yellow Hand could prevent it the scout had finished the fight ad slain the Indian with his knife. When Mr. Cody goes to europe, if the Grand Duke Alexis is not at sea, he will probably visit russia, and Alexiswill have the opportunity to show the American what hunting is, as praticed by royalty. What has become of Two Bears, the Indian who was with you here? "That was one of the worst Indians we ever had. He gave us all sorts of trouble. He was trecherous, surly and ungrateful. At one place where we were stopping, I had him at one of the best hotels, where I was stopping myself, and treated him handsomely. But the rascal had the impudence to balckin his face somewhere, and go to a policeman with a story he made up about my abusing him. He pointed to his face, and gesturing, said: 'Ugh! Buffalo Bill. Strike. Kick.' The policeman thought I had been pounding him, and I was sent for, but as soon as I went into the office he changed his story, and laid it to the interpreter. the officers, however, found that they could wash the scars off and dismissed him. When I took him back o the plains I bought him a blak braodcloth suit and stove-pipe hat. He strutted around a good deal on the reservvation; but he next spring a party of young bucks sarted on a stealing raid and he aompanied them. When our troops got into a fight with the party, they saw a fellow with a stove-pipe hat on, and thought he was a white man, so they peppered him with bullets. Afterwards they found it was Two Bears with the hat I gave him. The hero of out aricle was for one term a member of he ebraska Legislature, and has popularity enough now, or will have, when he sttles down on his ranche, or election to conress. Mrs. Cody and the rest of the family are now in Nebraska. Friday afternoon Mr. Cody paid a visit to a small, snow covered mound in Mount Hope, where a little son-Kit Carson Cody- was tenderly buried when the family lived in Rochester. The far away mother could ot sonsent to have he father visit Rochester and carry back no word from the little one's grave.

BUFFALO CHIPS THE SCOUT.

WRITTEN FOR THE NEW YORK CLIPPER AND DEDICATED O BUFFALO BILL.

IN THE MOUNTAINS, BRITISH COLUMBIA, MARCH 8, 1879.

The following verses on the life and death of poor old Bufalo Chips are founded entirely on facts. His death occurred on September 6, 1876, at Slim Butes. He was within thre feet of me when he fell, uttering the words creditied o him in my poem. Yours truly, Capt. Jack Crawford

The evenin sun was settin' droppin' slowly in the west, An' the soldiers tired and tuckereed out in the camp would find that rest Which the setin' sun would bring [word], for they marched since break o' day Not a bite to eat' cept horses as were killed upon the way; For, ye see, our beans an' crackers an' our pork war outen sight, An' the boys expected rashuns when they struck our camp hat night: For a little band had started for te bring some cattle on, An' hey sruck an Indian village, which hey captured jest at dawn.

Well, I war with that party when we captured them at Sioux, An' we quickly sent a courier to tell old Crook he news. Old Crook!-I should say gener'l, cos he war with the boys Shared his only hard tack, our sorrows and our joys; An' thar is oe thing sartin he never put on style He'd greet the scout or soldier with a social kind of smile, An' that's the kind of soldier as the prairie likes ter get, An' every man would trump death's ace fur Crook or Miles, you bet.

But i'm kinder of the racket, cos these gen'rals gets enough O' praise without my chippin' so I let up on that puff; Fer I want to tell a story 'bout a mate o' mine as well fell, Cos I loved the honest fellow, an' reckon I am right. Ye see, a lot o' bigbugs an' officers came out one time ter hunt ther bffalo and fish fer spekeld trout.

Well, Little Fill-ye've heerd o' him, a dainty little cuss, As rode his charger twenty miles to stop a little muss. Well, Fill be said ter Jonathan, whose oter name was White; "You go an' flud them buffaloer,and see you get em right." So White he went an' found em', an' he found 'em such a band As, he said, would set'em crazy, and Little Fill looked bland; But whe the outfit halted, one bull was all wa there, Then Fill e called him "Bufaler Chips," an' he swore a little sware.

Well White, he kinder liked it cos the gen'ral called him Chips, An' he user wear two shooters in a belt above his hips. Then he said, "New look ye, gen'ral, since ye've called me that ar name, Jest around them little sand-hills is yer dog-oned pesky game;" But when the hunt war over, an' he table spread fer lunch, The gen'ral called fer glasses, an' wanted his'n punch; An' when the punch was punished, the gen'ral smacked his lips, while sqar, upon the table set a dish o' buffaler chips.

The gen'ral looked confouded, an' he also look'd for White, But Johnathan he recko'd it war better he should lite; So he skinned acoss the country, cos, you see, he did'nt mind A-chippin' any longer while the gen'ral saw the blind, Fer the gen'ral would a-raised him ef he'd jest held up his hand; But he thought he wouldn't see him, cos he didn't Lev the sand, An' he rode as fast-aye. faster, than te gen'ral did that day, Like lightnin' down from Winchester, some twenty miles away.

Well, White he had no cabin, nor no home to call his own. So Buffalo Bill he took him can' shared with him his home. An' how he loved Bill Cody' bu gosh it war a sight Ter see him watch his shadder, an foller him at night, Cos Bill war kinder hated by a cussed gang o' thieves As carried pist is in [word] and boweys in their sleeves; An' Chips he never left in fear he'd get a pill, Nor would he think it monry hard to die fer Bufaller Bill.

We uster mess together-that ar Chips. an' Bill an me An' ye otter watch is moveents; it would do yer good to see How he user took other wittles, an' gather lots o' greens To mix up with the juicy pork an' hem unuly beans. An' one cold, chilly mornin; he bought a lot o' corn, An' a litle flask o' lickers, as cost fifty cents a horn. Tho' forty-red war nowhar, i war finished soon, you bet; But, friends, I promised someone, an' I'm strong yet.

It war twenty-fourth o' August in the last Centennial year. We bid farewell to Cody, an' gave a hearty cheer; An Chips sail, lookin' after, "I may never see him more. Nor meet him in his cabin, as I useter do of yore, Wha I usteer take his babys, and buy each one a toy, An' play with them ar younkers, jeet like a reat big boy. An' when the cold lead struck him- "Jack, boy," said he, "You tell-" He stopped, then said: "Bless Cody, the babies-all-farewell."

He's sleepin' i the mountains, near a litle runnin' brook, Thar's not a soul to see him, 'cept the angels take a look, Or a butterfly may linger on his grave a early morn No mortal eye may see it till old Gabriel oots his horn: For we laid him 'neath he foot-trail, that the Sioux may never know; As they'd dig him up and scalp him ef hey had the slightest show; An' we marched two thousand footmen a' horsemen o'er his breast Without a stone to mark the spot, we left the scout to rest.

An' the I sent a telegraph, and told Bill he war dead; I'll give in full his answer, and his war what he said: "Poor White,e he war m truest friend. M wife ad children too, Have wept as if he war our own. An' ack, I ask of ou To write a little verse for us in memory of poor White." So that was Cody's telegraph, and that is wy I write. But, Bos'ee, my book larnin' are shakey fer a bard, I can't jesst do him justice, but Heaven holds his reward. -Captain Jack, the Poet Scout.

THE COLORADO CATTLE COMPANY. The South Carolina railroad case will be resumed today in the United States Circut before Hon. Judge Hugh L. Bond.

Amusements. FORD'S GRAND OPERA HOUSE There was another overflowing house present last night to witness the performances of Buffalo Bill and his great combination in the famous drama of "May Cody, or Lost and Won." Scarcely had Mr. Cody (Buffalo Bill) reached the footlights when he was greeted with an avalanche of applause lasting several minutes, and at especial episodes in the course of the drama the manifestations of the audience were such as to indicate that he had their fullest sympathies. Each of the cast performed their parts with excellent effect and of course the Indians, ponies and other adjunctions served to create additional interest. The play is a combination of startling and exciting scenes from beginning to end, and is really one of the most realistic and instructive examples of the modern sensational drama. It is well worth seeing, but to see it, go early. ALBAUGH'S HOLLIDAY-STREET THEATRE. "Uncle Tom's Cabin has had an effectual hold on playgoers these many years, and the oftener it is presented the stronger does it seem to win upon the sympathies and admiration of the public. Its present performance on the stage of the Holiday is marked by much more than ordinary excellence, and commends itself to public favor in an unusual degree. Last night it was again witnessed by a full and pleased assemblage, and each of the ladies and gentlemen in the cast were again witnessed by a full and pleased assemblage, and each of the ladies and gentlemen in the cast were received with high praise and warm plaudits. This afternoon there will be and Uncle Tom's matinee, when the prices of admission will be 25 cents; secured seats 50 cents. NACHMAN'S FRONT-STREET THEATRE. Manager Nachman certainly requires no stronger attestations of appreciation of his efforts on the part of the public than the large audiences which nightly assemble within the walls of his theatre. Tonight Miss Jennie Hughes again gives her representations in the great play of "The French Spy," supported by the entire [day?]