Rensselaer Republican, Volume 14, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 December 1881 — A Somewhat Impassioned Critique. [ARTICLE]

A Somewhat Impassioned Critique.

Re view of Emma Abbott. _ ’ As a singer she can just wallop the hose off of anything that ever wagged a jaw on the boards. From her, clear, bird-like upper notes she would counter away down on the bau racket and then cushion back to a sort of spiritual treble, which made every map in the audience Imagine every hair on his head was a golden string of a celestial harp, over which angelic fingers were sweeping in the inspiring, old tune of “Sally put the kettle on.”

Here she would rest* awhile, trilling like an enchanted bird, and then hop in among the upper notes again with a git-up-and-git vivacity that gingled -the glass pendants on the chandeliers, and elicited a whoop of pleasure from every galoot in the mob. In the last act she made a neat play and worked in that famous kiss of hers on Castle. He had her in his arms, with her bead lying on his shoulder, and her eyes shootiug red-hot streaks of galvanized love right into his.*- All at once her eyes began to twitch coaxingly and began to get in position, and when he tumbled to her racket he drew her up easy like, shut his eyes, and then her ripe, luscious lips glued themselves to his, and a thrill of pleasure nabbed hold of him until the audience could almost hear his toenails grind against his boots. Then she shut her eyes and pushed harder, and—oh, Moley Hoses! —the smack that followed started the the stitching of every masculine heart in the house. She’s a thoroughbred from the start and the fellow that takes iu her kisses is more to be envied than the haughtiest monarch that ever squtted down on a gold-plated throne.