| 128A Woman's Opinions.
BUFFALO BILL
was greeted by a large and very select audience,-that is to say it was selected from every class of people to be found in the city and there were more of some classes than of others. There is nothing immoral in the tendency of the play, which cannot be said of the many opera bouffe troupes that our most refined ladies do not hesitate to patronize. If any lady wishes to behold one of the most perfect and handsome specimens of manhood in existence she will have to go and see Wm. F. Cody. Tall, straight, well-knit, supple and commanding, he adds to a [complexion?] fair as a woman's, the dark eyes, hair [and?] mustache of a man. With each [annual?] appearance one notices an improvement in grace and refinement of manner. As he enters upon the stage in dress suit and kid gloves, he is the last person you would select as the brave, daring, dauntless Indian scout but, as the play progresses and his skill, markmanship and strength become apparent, we no longer wonder at his famous reputation. The play is poor in plot and weak in dramatic effect. The performance of the Indians is disgusting and yet not without a weird attraction as a representation of a custom that will soon pass away forever. Judging from these specimens of tame Indians one does not wonder that on the frontier they are universally named "the red devils."
We can hardly endorse the dramatic critic of the Express in his enthusiastic admiration of the trick mule "Jerry" but, as he is probably the more experienced judge, we defer to his opinion.
There could hardly be a wider distinction between two plays than that of Buffalo Bill and | 128A Woman's Opinions.
BUFFALO BILL
was greeted by a large and very select audience,-that is to say it was selected from every class of people to be found in the city and there were more of some classes than of others. There is nothing immoral in the tendency of the play, which cannot be said of the many opera bouffe troupes that our most refined ladies do not hesitate to patronize. If any lady wishes to behold one of the most perfect and handsome specimens of manhood in existence she will have to go and see Wm. F. Cody. Tall, straight, well-knit, supple and commanding, he adds to a [complexion?] fair as a woman's, the dark eyes, hair [and?] mustache of a man. With each [annual?] appearance one notices an improvement in grace and refinement of manner. As he enters upon the stage in dress suit and kid gloves, he is the last person you would select as the brave, daring, dauntless Indian scout but, as the play progresses and his skill, markmanship and strength become apparent, we no longer wonder at his famous reputation. The play is poor in plot and weak in dramatic effect. The performance of the Indians is disgusting and yet not without a weird attraction as a representation of a custom that will soon pass away forever. Judging from these specimens of tame Indians one does not wonder that on the frontier they are universally named "the red devils."
We can hardly endorse the dramatic critic of the Express in his enthusiastic admiration of the trick mule "Jerry" but, as he is probably the more experienced judge, we defer to his opinion.
There could hardly be a wider distinction between two plays than that of Buffalo Bill and |
