Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 28, Number 36, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 5 March 1898 — Page 1

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It is the unexpected that always hap'pens. On Monday it was positively announced that the Daily Express, for the past seventeen years conducted by George

M. Allen, had become the property of a stock company, in which quite a number of prominent business, literary and scientific men were interested, together with a number of leading politicians, including Congressman Faris, Robert H. Catlin, Postmaster Benjamin, and others. Mr. Allen, with Harry G. Thompson, parchased the Express from W. R. McKeen in the spring of 1881, and succeeded James H. McNeeley, of Evansville, in the conduct of the paper. Mr. McNeeley had had a soft time for several years previous to that in running a very poor paper, at what was popularly supposed to be considerable expense to Mr. McKeen. He was supposed to be working in the interest of Terre Haute, being connected with its only morning daily, but he maintained his family in Lamasco, and John Hardesty, who was then running the Courier, always insisted that McNeeley even had his laundry work done in Evansville, while advertising Terre Haute laundriet. in his paper. Mr. Thompson's connection with the paper was comparatively brief, and after his retirement, Mr. Allen continued in full charge.

There is only one business on earth which every man, no matter of what age, color or previous condition of servitude, feels that he can run better than the man engaged in it, and that is a newspaper. That is one of the weaknesses of human nature. There isn't one man in a thousand that feels confident that he could take hold of a restaurant and run it better than the man who has served an apprenticeship at the business. There isn't one man in a thousand that would pretend to be able to take bold of a shoe store, and sell goods without some previous experience. The ime is true of a grocery store, or a dry goods store, or almost any other business than a newspaper. But there isn't one man in a thousand that 4oes not feel that if he had charge of a newspaper he could improve on the manner in which it was conducted. It is not confined to any one newspaper, and it doesn't make any difference whether he has been a merchant, a fireman or a coal shoveller. With this in view, Mr. Allen's conduct of the Express has not been satisfactory to everybody. It was impossible. Several attempts have been made to secure control of the paper, principally by outside parties, and Thos. H. Adams, of the Vincennes Commercial, spent some time several years ago in the attempt to seoure the paper, but failed. In the latter part of the campaign of 1800, Mr. McKeen, whom it was understood was interested to a considerable extent in the paper, filed for record a mortgage of $18,000 on the paper, and it was through this paper that the new company practically secured control of the Express.

The matter was an foot for some time, but it is asserted that the publication of the organization of a company to take hold of the paper was the first intimation that Mr. Allen had of the matter. He was at first, disposed to contest the matter, but finally decided to accept the very fair proposition made him and retire from business. With him went his father, Capt. E. B. Allen, who has been one of the fixtures of Printing House Square for so long, and so prominent in all its fun and jokes t.hat it will not seem the same place without him. The triumvirate of Printing House Square jokers, Jim Dishon, Dick Moore and Capt. Allen is now broken, and there is none to fill the vacancy. The other two members of the party can be seen now slowly pacing about the square with faces longer than some of the printing Dick Moore was wont to do to play a joke on Dishon.

The departure of George Allen from the square will be a distinct loss. He was an active, energetic fellow, ambitious and capable, aud a fighter from 'way back. No matter what others may think, Q. V. believes that, he has done valiant service for tlfe political cause to which he was committed. He may have made mistakes. We are boru that way. Whatever mistakes he may have made, however, were of the head, and not of the heart, for at heart he is a brave, generous man. who would do no man an intentional wrong. He has made a good fight in the face of great odds, and has done himself credit. He has no plans for the immediate future, but in whatever field he may engage he has the good wishes of the newspaper gang, and none of them more hearty than Q. V.'s.

The new owners of the Express ought to make that paper a greater power than it has ever been. With such men back of it as Prof. Gray, of the Polytechnic, President Parsons of the Normal, Postmaster Benjamin, Chas, 11. Goldsmith, and others that might be named, there is an interest aroused in it that shonld do it a vast amount of good. John C. Ochiltree, a bright newspaper man formerly of Marion, but now of Dayton, has been invited to take editorial charge of the paper, bat has not yet announced his intentions In the matter. For the present Wm. C. Dorsey, who has a well deserved reputation as a "hustler," will have charge of the business end of the paper, no definite plan having yet been made as to this department. Mr. Doney can not be said to be without some experience around a newspaper office. A great many years ago—so long *K° tb*t perhaps he does not care to say bow many—he worked on the Express as a printers' "devil," aud according to

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the tradition* of Printing House Square, was a good one, although very unfortunate. It is related of Mm that he never walked down stairs during all the time he was employed in the composing room. He Invariably fell down stairs, and to this day carries scars received in his falls. He was a good "devil," however, and if he should be placed in charge of the paper's business department and makes as good a business manager as he was a "cub" years ago, «the paper will prosper. No other changes are contemplated, it is said.

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There is a fine field here for the Express. It is the only morning paper in this part of the country receiving the Associated Press dispatches, and while the competition from outside papers is considerable, there ought to bfe a chance for a large circulation in the surrounding country, which the Express can reach far in advance of the big newspapers. The new owners have enterprise and capital, and an ambition to make their venture a success. Q. V. hopes they will make it an overwhelming success in every way. They deserve it and should have it.

An ordinance was presented at the meeting of the city council Tuesday night granting the privilege for the Manufacturers' for the construction and maintenance of another water company in this city, and the couucil had the good judgment to postpone action on the ordinance until the next regular meeting. Some of the most substantial business men and corporations were represented in the petition for the new company, whose ostensible reason for the incorporation of anew company is to reduce water rates for the big manufacturing corporations of the city. The cause directly of the attempt to secure the organization of anew company is undoubtedly the result of the old company's policy of placing water meters in many of the establishments in which the rate has hitherto been a fixed one. The manufacturers and business houses are certainly entitled to some relief, if an injustice is being done them in this matter, but it is hardly likely that relief will come with the creation of a new water company. There is- not room in this city for two water companies, if both are prosperous. The city would be better off, w|th everything taken into consideration, if we had but one electric light company, and that one prosperous, rather than two, and both in the hands of the courts. Outside of the meter question Terre Haute has about as low water rates as any city of anything like the same size in the country. Water meters are like gas meters, productive of profanity, and if the old water company would eliminate the meter from their business where not absolutely necessary, thereovould probably-be no-talk of a new water company. Q. V. has heard of several manufacturing establishments that have taken out, or are contemplating taking out, the water on account of the charges resulting from use of the meter. The ordinance presented at the council meeting Tuesday night was laid over for two weeks. Many of the leading interests are represented in the company, and it'is notable that some who are interested in the proposed new company, are also interested in the old company.

MODERN PHILOSOPHY.

Newspaper Truisms Gathered From Various Sources. A lack of nerve keeps lots of men out of the penitentiary.

A woman is really ill when she isn't able to resent criticism by her doctor. After the day is set an engaged girl uses cheaper paper for her love-letters.

Woman employs the penitential sea&bn in planning her gay summer gowns. Woman is illogical she always takes the cork out of a bottle by pushing it.

Some men have an idea that they are keeping Lent when they tell fish stories. Pansies are for thoughts, because if you buy roses the price stuns you so you can't think.

Fame is a possession which the greatest man on earth cannot distribute among his children.

We strive toward perfection but, after all, it is human weaknesses which make life interesting.

When the matinee girl gets to heaven she won't wear a crown unless ithas seven big ostrich feathers stuck in it.

Drowning men clutch at straws but men frequently go under because they have clutched at straws too often.

Many patriots would regard it as a hardship to be asked to enlist just on the verge of a congressional campaign.

A man is always a hero to his wife because she knows he wouldn't have proposed to her unlets he was very brave,

All mothers know that there are lots of spoiled children in the world, but they also know that they belong to their1neighbors.

The woman who is absolutely heartless is the one who in all probably will enjoy the,happiest life. Emotion is the deathknell of content.

You don't really know how cold-blooded and heartless the members of your family are unless you wake up with a pain in the night and they sleep on.

John Bryan, the paper hanger, died Wednesday morning at die family residence, 810 south Third street, of dropsy, aged 33 years. He was unmarried and was ft popular young man. His sickness began about four months ago. Ths tlme of the funeral was held at yesterday morning.

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TEBKE HATTTE, IND., SATURDAY EVENING, MAKCH 5, 1898.

IN HAVANA.

STORY OF THE MAINE'S VICTIMS.

Interesting Gossip Regarding the Great Naval Calamity—The City of Jaruco, one of the Ruins of the

Cuban Revolution—The Sufferings of the Reconcentrados. Special Correspondence of The Mail. Ijpl

HAVANA, Cuba, Feb. 21.—Long before this letter can reach Terre Haute in the regular way the cable will have brought you an account of the "official" funeral of our poor boys of the "Maine"—the most splendid public demonstration whicb. Havana has witnessed in a quafter of a century. You may imagine the thirty coffins in a row in the grand salon at the captain-general's palace, the lines of^Spanish soldiers standing silently on guard, the thousands of magnificent floral tributes and the tens of thousands of sadfaced people of all nationalities, many of them in tears, who came to view the black boxes the twenty-four hearses, the hundreds of horses with nodding plumes, the long procession of carriages and pedestrians, and the band playing solemn dirges. Every official of the Spanish government participated—even th*e bishop, who has taken part in but one previous funeral. Perhaps the most pathetic part of the procession was the 3,000 reconcentrados who brought up the rear. Ragged, hatless, barefooted and dirty, hardly able to walk from sickness and starvation, they followed humbly in the rear. Knowing that the dead were citizens of the United States, the country which has sent them food and on which they base all their hopes of better days, they expressedtheir gratitude in the only way they kog^|.

Let nobody persuade you that SpSfrn was responsible for the great disaster. In all probability it was an accident, which will be explained in the course of the pending investigation or, at the worst, the horrible crime was committed by some irresponsible lunatic, like Guiteau, or Booth, or the last assassin of the president of France. Everything in the power of man to do for the relief of the survivors and to further the full investigation has been done by the Spanish government and the people of Havana. They bore the entire cost of the funeral, and nobody in the city will accept any pay for the service rendered. Neither pain nor expense has' been spared, and the fathers and mothers of the men could not have been kinder. The marines of the Spanish man-of-war that lay alongside the Maine in the harbor, and the bomberos (firemen) of Havana risked their 11 ve» in assisting ottfthenightj of the disaster, and -,the doctors in* tffcej, Spanish military hospital of. San Ambro sio, where many of the wounded were taken, neither slept nor ate for thirty-six hours, in unremitting care of the suffering. Of course, in time of war, when feeling ruiis so high, all manners of stories are in circulation. One of them is to the effect that for some time a strange man had been haunting the United States consulate, begging General Lee to send the Maine away, as something horrible was about to be done to her. They thought he was crank, such as frequently visit the White House, and sent him away, again and again but now they are dilligently hunting for him, and he cannot be found. I heard one of the officers of the Maine say that it was not possible for a bomb to have been exploded s: jeneath her. The keel lay within two and one-half feet of the bottom of the harbor, and a bomb large enough to destroy the big vessel could not have been crowded between the mud and the keel farthermore, a bomb of sufficient capacity to have lifted the Maine would also have wrecked Havana and destroyed every other ship in the harbor

An oft-repeated canard is that the commanding officer of the Maine, when the first explosion occurred, sent five men down to remove the gun-powder and dynamite in the hold, in order to save the city, and that the men obeyed, knowing that it meant death to them all as a matter of fact but a few seconds elapsed between the first alarm and the final explosion, and there was no time for the giving of any orders whatever. I am spending a' few hours every day with the wounded men who remain iu the hospital de San Ambrosia, writing letters for them to their wives and sweethearts, and carrying them the grapes and cigarettes and little luxuries which some of them crave. In no case have I been allowed to pay a penny for anything for the hospital every merchant In Havana is ready to place his entire stock at my disposal. These are the worst cases among the living, all the rest having died here, or been sent to Key West. They are all patient and cheerful fellows, bearing their pains like heroes. Though terribly burned, their severest'injuries came from being dashed with such violence against the rocks. Among them Is Fred C. Holger, of N. Y. City, with both legs aud arms entirely helpless, besides terrible burns and bruises. One of the most pitiable cases is that of Wm. Mattingly, a handsome young fellow from Bay City. Michigan. His jaw is crushed and his whole body a mass of injuries, and so excrutiating are his sufferings that he is kept most of the time under the influence of opiates. The burned and powderblackened faces of all are covered with sheets of cotton-batting, put on helmetfashion, with slits for eyes, mouth and nostrils and Sister Mary Wilberforce, of the English Bed Cross Society, who Is their devoted nurse, calls them her cruisaders in battle array. This dear little woman has washed and dressed their

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wounds from the first, cheered the living &$d closed the eyes of the dying, as only an .angel in mortal guise could do. *|ome thirty bodies are now in the morgue ifr.rather horrible bits of bodies, brought up from the sea during the last few hours by fopes and grappling hooks and dumped into boxes, to be buried as quickly as possible. Out in the splendid cemetery de Cristobal Colon, where several wide graves fhjiVe each received their compliment of coffins, other trenches are kept in reading for receiving the remains of our boys as fast as they are found. Yesterday I made a trip with some Cuban friends to Jaruco, thirty milt from the capital. As we drossed the ferry at five o'clock in the morning to the railway station on the ftther side of the bay, we1 passed close to Jhe* melancholy wreck of the Maine a fleet of small boats at their gruesome fishing for bodies by the light of a crescent jrjoon. When we passed that way a few day$ ago, enroute to G'uanabacoa. how prq&l we were of our gallant warship and the men who swarmed her decks! The road to Jaruco lies through a most beautiful country of rolling hills and royal palri&s or rather, how beautiful it must have been before this dreadful war. Nature has done her best for it, in climate, soil and scenery. Three years ago rich plantations, prosperous villages, country Houses and sugar mills covered every mile of it now all the canefields and orchards are burned, the houses and mills in ashes, the villages mere heaps of ruins. Here and there is a small block fort, or a strawthatched camping station for a portion of the Spanish army but not a sign of other occupation or a single trace of the former inhabitants The latter, who have not yet been killed in the battle or died in prison are all among the reconcentrados who are starving in Havana and Jaruco, or are among the 200,000 already dead by starvation. The insurgents have burned cane fields and killed^the cattle and destroyed the villages, to prevent the Spandiards from being benefited by them, and the Spaniards in retaliation have destroyed the people. Our train was strongly guarded by Spanish soldiers, for every billots^ might hide a troop of insurgents and trains are frequently attacked. Under pretext'of adjusting a refractory window, a dark-visaged, poorly-dressed stranger— evidently a rebel in disguise—whispered in my ear,. "Don't be alarmed, the insurgents wjll not attack this train there are Americans on board!" It is said that the movements of all foreigners in Cuba are closely-^t^h^dLJiy.Spapii^de on, ojpi^^id§ and th#^^h4 fo that not wittetaoifing ttfe 'exttvitfe kindness amjl fjmi&esy-we aW there is always the uncomfortable feeling

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being "between two fires." Our visit to Jaruco happened to occur on the second anniversary of the raid of the late insurgent chief, Maceo, when he laid the city in ruins. Before that day it was a rather important place of 12,000 inhabitants now it numbers about 5,000, three-fourths of whom are in a state bor dering on starvation. Aside from the sadness of its desolation it is one of the most picturesque places I have ever seen. The streets straggle hap-hazzard up and down stony hills, the pink and blue and peagreen houses mostly mere roofless shells with only portions of their walls left standing the church is a fort, surrounded by a hastily erected barricade of stones, and the most prominent features are now the quarters of the Spanish soldiers, the prison and the graveyard. The latter is an immense bare enclosure on top of a hill. A small high-walled space shows the cemetery of two years ago, all the rest having been added since Maceo's raid. I asked how many were killed in the battle. "Oh, nobody was killed then," they said. "There was no battle. Maceo only rushed through, burning villages as he went. Afterwards the Spanish soldiers followed in pursuit and murdered many people but most of those in the cemetery have died of miseria." That is the disease which afflicts all rural Cuba. The name was coined by the physicians who attended the starving reconcentrados, and now it is so recorded in the burial certificates. It means "misery," nothing more—the gaunt shadow that has depopulated the country. It happened that the first carload of food from the United States was attached to our train. We did not know it when we left Havana, and were in no way responsible for the good deed but the grateful Jarucans could not be made to understand that. In spite of our repeated protests and explanations that we came merely as Visitors and had nothing to do with the food, the entire population turned out to welcome us, headed by the jefe, the alealdi and the judge we were escorted in state through the city, followed by several thousand people, given the best breakfast the place afforded, loaded with gifts of flowers and birds and to cap the climax your humble correspondent was addressed by a delegation of ladies and presented with an official document, signed by many names, which made her the ''Patroness of the Pnblacion!" In vain I tried to dodge the honor, and to persuade the people to wait for Miss Clara Barton, who would probably come to Jaruco later on, and make her their "Patroness." I was the first American woman who had visited them, and upon my defenseless head the full measure of their gratitude was wreaked! It was as heart-breaking as embarrassing. A very large majority of the crowd were like living skeletons—an army of beggars, with swollen feet and emaciated bodies, victims of fever, hunger, and "miseria." Patiently they followed us about, from street to street and house to house,

where we were led by the "delegation" like lambs to the slaughter, and at every opportunity they pressed to kiss my hand. How guilty I felt to eat the breakfast served in the moson. with that hungry crowd waiting patiently and respectfully outside! How I begged the delegation to let the sight-seeing go—that I would come another day for that, if they would only open some of those blessed bales and boxes and feed the hungry multitude. "Si Senora juerida, no so moteste," they said: "Yes, dear lady don't disturb yourself. They shall be fed to-morrow!" Had it been in the United States the cover would have been knocked off and the multitude fed within an hour after the train arrived but "Manana" (to-morrow) rules all things in Spanish-America. The kind and benevolent souls, actuated by the very best intentions, could not be made to realize that for the starving immediate work would be far better than a thousand words and the reconcentradosthemselves, 5k pec ting nothing else, meekly folded their skeleton arms and waited for manana.

Such harrowing tales' aS'weib told to us by motherless children and tearful women! Space will not permit me to repeat, but one or two. /f*

A girl of 10 years, with arms not much bigger than my thumb, and badly swollen feet—indicating the dropsy caused by impoverished blood—said that she was the eldest of five brothers and sisters, the father and mother both dead. She was clad in a single ragged garment, dirty beyond description, and was the worst case of itch I ever beheld. We bought some medicine for the disease and explained its application and provided the family for food for a few days—but what good will that do in the depths of their misery and the hopelessness of their future? If the readers of the Saturday Evening Mail could have been with me that day in Jaruco, they would not rest until aid societies were formed for the making of garments for these wretched creatures. Elaborate clothes and cast-off finery are not needed but sacques and skirts of serviceable cotton, made in various sizes, and blouses and trousers for the boys, would be an incalculable boon.

The United States will send food through the bounty of the government, but it rests with my country womeu to cover some of this nakedness. In the last lot of supplies that arrived in Havana came a large lot of black buttons, sent by some generous hearted merchant. How useful, exclaimed Miss Barton as she gasedvupoa it but'it seeme$i to me that 8QI114. garments upon which to.plaiiSe 'the

now. Another case was that ago looking, refined woman, perhaps thirtynve years of age, dressed in neat but shabby black with the saddest eyes I ever saw. She said that two years ago she and her husband were iu good circumstances, owning a small plantation upon which they employed six men and their wives. A few days after Maceo's raid the Spanish soldiers came in hot pursuit. The latter inquired which way the rebels had taken. They did not know, being out of the line of Maceo's march, and therefore could give no information. Believing that they were lying to screen their friends, the Spaniards killed her husband before her eyes, and the six other men on the plantation, and buriit all their buildings to the ground her only daughter, 15 years old, was shot while attempting to shield the father, and the baby in her arms received a bullet wound in the back which crippled it for life. She has her land—and nothing else but her sorrow, and is now among the hungry reconcentrados.'

I hope we did one little grain of good in the prison—but am not sure of it, as Spanish promises amount to little. We found an .old man named Matamoras in a dark and noisome cell where he had lain for two years—apparently forgotten. He had been an insurgent at the beginning of the war, but gave himself up when the promise came to release all those who voluntarily came back from the field. He was promptly released but arrested next day "on suspicion." And here he has been since, in almost total darkness and wretchedness beyond description. Now he is merely a breathing skeleton, too weak to raise his head, with the most terrible eyes I ever saw in human countenance. When the door was opened the horrible odor of the unventilated hole turned us faint. With a faint howl, like that of a dying beast, the old man called for water. A heavy jug of unclean water stood near his bed, bnt a strong man could hardly have lifted it, and there was no cup. He said he had been fed a spoonful of rice that day, no more, and that he was perishing of thirst and hunger. We hastened to the house of the Spanish commandante and begged his excellency, as a special favor, to have the man, Matamoras, removed to a cleaner and lighter cell and that friends outside be allowed to bring him food. The commandante was politeness personified and promised all we asked. If we had requested that the doors be thrown wide open and the man set free, be would no doubt have promised just as readily. A gentleman residing in Jaruco agreed to telegraph me that night if any change had been made for poor Matamoras—and up to date, two days later, no telegram has been received.

Faicstr B. WABD.

Remerus Van Borasum, for twenty years a tailor in the employ of Goodman St Hirschler, committed suicide last Sunday evening by taking morphine. He had been in Hi-health and despondent for some time. He was fifty-nine years of age.

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AMUSEMENTS.

KATIR EMMETT.

"It is surprising how incredulous people are regarding stage folks," said Harry Vance, who is here in advance of the Katie Emmett company, which appearsat the Grand on Monday night. "Somehow or other a certain portion of the public insist upon believing that there is misrepresentation in all stage performances, and are loth to believe that anything is real. There are hundreds who believe Katie Emmett to be a boy, and who think the fsminine name is simply a stage trick to deceive the public. These people cluster by hundreds around the stage door of the theater where Miss Emmett plays, waiting for the boy who plays Willie Rufus to come out. They are women and children principally, and they linger till Miss Emmett has dressed and gone away and until the others have departed one by one, until the stage hands get through their work and go away, and then, as the stage tender looks up, he asks them who they are writing for. 'Why, for Willie Rufus,' they say. He smiles and tells them that Miss Emmett has gone long ago. They think they have simply been outwitted."

O'NtilLl.'a ONl.Y FROST.

James O'Neill's success as a star on the American stage has been so universal as to almost preclude the possibility of his encountering a "frost" anywhere. Yet this city has invariably greeted Mr. O'Neill with a harrowing wave of penetrating cold every time he visits here. This is not the fault of the public, however, but is due to a peculiar freak of the weather man who seems determined to let a blizzard accompany Mr. O'Neill into Terre Haute every time he is booked to appear there. The first time it occurred was during Mr. O'Neill's first starring season in "Monte Crista.^ It was so cold then that the steam piifes in the theater were frozen and the actors had to go on that night wrapped in ulsters and big mittens. Mr. O'Neill swore that he would never go back to that town again but five years afterwards his manager thought he would make another attempt at conquering Terre Haute and booked Mr. O'Neill there late in March. Well, Mr. O'Neill came along and so did the March blizzard and the only thing hot about the theater that night was the temper of the players. However, wanting to live up to the old proverb, "Three times and out," Mr. O'Neill consented to appear again In Terre Haute the next spring on his return from the cOabt. The weather bad been

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almost too warm for comfort and Mr. O'Neill congratulated himself that this time no man with a sleigh'would come in his way. He played Evansville, Indiana, on the 5th of April aud the next day was booked to appear in Terre Haute. When twenty miles outside of the city the clouds began to assume an ominously dark hrie and when Mr. O'Neill made his entrance into Terre Haute it was in the chilly atmosphere of a hailstorm, where hails as big as dove's eggs pattered upon the suffering heads of the actors. Of course, it was not to be expected that people would turn out on a night like that and when Mr. O'Neill left Terre Haute the "next morning, he went away a defeated man and acknowledged his inability to conquer the peculiar weather possibilities of Terre Haute, Indiana. He will try it again at the Grand next Wednesday night, when it is to be hoped the weather man will give bim a square deal to atone for past offenses. V, BliUK .JKAN8. "Blue Jeans," which will be given at the Grand next Thursday night, was witnessed by 480,000 persons during its run of 364 nights at the Fourteenth Street Theater, New York—the largest attendance for the same length of time that any previous success ever enjoyed in that city. "Blue Jeans" has been not only the solitary distinguished "great hit" of the season in New York, but the most successful American production that the stage has afforded in years. Artistically "Blue Jeans" has been as complete an achievement as the critic could demand. Commercially it has become the wonder and envy of the theatrical world.'

GIRI. FROM PARIS.

E. E. Rice's big company will present "The Girl from Paris" at the Grand next Friday night. This is the original company that played in New York and it goes direct from here to St. Louis.

MMK. SCAI/CHI.

Mme. Sofia Scalchi, assisted by some of the most celebrated singers in the world, will appear here at the Grand on next Saturday night. It is admitted on all sides that Scalchi is one of the greatest artists this century has produced. She is at once the greatest contralto singer and actress on the lyric stage to-day. And better than all, we are to have Scalchi and Mme. Berneice Pasquali in one act of Grand Opera, with all the full costuming and stage setting that is required of this high class performance. The performance will consist of either "Faust," "Trovatore" or "Martha." Mm. Pasquali Is the wonderful young prima donna who created a furore last year while one of the principal singers in Col. Mapleson's Imperial Opera Company.

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Aside from' the' performance of grand opera, we will have a miscellaneous concert programme, at which all the artists will be heard in favorite numbers. The cast of the opera will embrace in the principal parts Mme. Scalchi, Mme. Pasquali, Mile. Du Bedat, Sig. Pasquali, the great tenor, Sig. Albert!, Sig Galii, Sig. Gnarro, etc.

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