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The Opera House.

Buffalo Bill's constituency is of the never
tire variety. They come early and
stay late; they enjoy everything and have
a good time between acts; they applaud
and laugh and encore and stimulate the
performers to their best efforts. The lower
part of the hall was full, the circle was
crowded, and the galleries had their occupants.
Five cars stood on the track and
it needed them all to convey the well
pleased Fifth warders to their homes. The
audience was cosmopolitan in every respect;
it embraced a good deal of all sorts.
The show might be similarly described;
there was plenty and variety. Whatever
else may be said of Mr. Cody's performance,
it cannot be dominated
slow. Everything goes with a rush. The
conversation is alternately gory and
amatory, knives flash in the air continually
and guns are liable to go off at any moment.
The show fills a want long felt and a field uptiled
and seemingly heretofore
unexplored. Here and everywhere it gets
the best of houses, and the manager
couldn't afford to trade even for a gold
mine or a potato boom, which is much the
same thing this year.

The special features are the fancy rifle
shooting of Buffalo Bill which always
gains and deserves applause; the thoroughly
excellent Dutch comicalities of
Mr. Jule, the capital acting of Miss Lingard
as Sadie, the Indian dancing, and
the smart donkey Jerry who or which is
a deserving member of the company. The
costumes and stage accessories are clean
and showy and the Prairie Waif is a guaranteed
money maker.

The Opera House.

Buffalo Bill's constituency is of the never tire variety. They come early and stay late; they enjoy everything and have a good time between acts; they applaud and laugh and encore and stimulate the performers to their best efforts. The lower part of the hall was full, the circle was crowded, and the galleries had their occupants. Five cars stood on the track and it needed them all to convey the well pleased Fifth warders to their homes. The audience was cosmopolitan in every respect; it embraced a good deal of all sorts. The show might be similarly described; there was plenty and variety. Whatever else may be said of Mr. Cody's performance, it cannot be dominated slow. Everything goes with a rush. The conversation is alternately gory and amatory, knives flash in the air continually and guns are liable to go off at any moment. The show fills a want long felt and a field uptiled and seemingly heretofore unexplored. Here and everywhere it gets the best of houses, and the manager couldn't afford to trade even for a gold mine or a potato boom, which is much the same thing this year.

The special features are the fancy rifle shooting of Buffalo Bill which always gains and deserves applause; the thoroughly excellent Dutch comicalities of Mr. Jule, the capital acting of Miss Lingard as Sadie, the Indian dancing, and the smart donkey Jerry who or which is a deserving member of the company. The costumes and stage accessories are clean and showy and the Prairie Waif is a guaranteed money maker.