. Theatrical and circus life;. s of their heads. The premieres everybodyunderstands and recognizes, who lias once seen thempirouette on their toes or slam around in a wildecstasy of dancing delight that would give anybodyelse a vertigo and lead to numerous and possiblyrious dislocations. Well, all these were whispering orprattling together, in the way of the scene-shifter-,who went around reckless of their language, withsleeves rolled up and anxious faces and questioningeyes turned upon all whom they encountered struck me, as I gazed upon this almost naked andhighly interesting ballet
. Theatrical and circus life;. s of their heads. The premieres everybodyunderstands and recognizes, who lias once seen thempirouette on their toes or slam around in a wildecstasy of dancing delight that would give anybodyelse a vertigo and lead to numerous and possiblyrious dislocations. Well, all these were whispering orprattling together, in the way of the scene-shifter-,who went around reckless of their language, withsleeves rolled up and anxious faces and questioningeyes turned upon all whom they encountered struck me, as I gazed upon this almost naked andhighly interesting ballet, that if the moon had noatmosphere, as those who know best claim, the cos-tumes of these gay and giddy girls were airy enoughto stock it with a pretty extensive and healthy of this jumble of scenery and from the midst ofthese jostling characters the start was made for themoon. There was no carriage, no cartridge, no loadin the cannon. Her trip as a trip was a most undis-guised and diaphanous fraud. While King Pin, the. ADAH ISAAC MENKEN, 84 BEHIND THE 8< I N I Prince, the Professor, and the rest were arranfirinthemselves inn happy tableau In-hind the second %i flat bang! went a gun fired by one of tin; supers, acrthe stage flew several dummies or stuffed figuresin the direction of the roof, the scene opened and lothe jolly crowd were in Moonland. King Pin, PrinceCaprice and Microscope were there together, as freshand fair as if they were accustomed to making two-hundred-and-eighty-thousand-mile trips. The mon-arch of the moon, King Kosmos (W. A. Mestayer),after having summoned his retinue of Selenites — thesame Long-robed, pillow-stomached and pasteboard-eared crow who had died behind the scenes a few min-utes before from an over-stroke of punning — andhaving things explained to everybodys satisfaction,came forward and fell on the several necks of the ter-restrial visitors, was punched in the paunch, by theKing, enough times to set all the Moonites into roarsof
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