San Francisco dramatic review (1899)

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14 THE SAN FRANCISCO DRAMATIC REVIEW September i6th, 1899 IV 1 Specially engraved fi/r The Dramatic Review by the Yosemite Hngravmg Co., San Francisco Our artist's dream of the most beautiful chorus girl; below one of our poets has penciled an effusion. 1. A versatile maid is the dear chorus girl, The star of the cast one may say; The manager does not believe it — the churl! At least not on salary day. II. At all other times he 's aware that her art Is broader than all charity; She fits as though moulded "to ''any old part" She 's never confounded— not she! "I She exits a trooper with knapsack and gun, With swagger and step militaire. When Presto! re-enter — the trooper's a nun Who soulfully chanteth a prayer. IV. With a turn of the heel she's a premiere daoseuse So nimble and graceful of toe — Beloved by the chappies whatever she does Adored of the whole bald-head row. The oft-quoted phrase, "She is good in her line," To her has no meaning, for mark — However she 's cast she 's expected to shine As a firefly glows in the dark. VI. She's sailor with hornpipe— she 's gipsy or TurkShe 's "peroxide Mag" at a pinch; Indeed you'll agree she's a maid of all work, And who says her job is a cinch? VII. She s milkmaid so smiling, she 's Quaker demure In the Amazon march she is "slick"; Is she anything else? Why of course, to be sure She 'san all-round responsible brick! VIII Now fill up a bumper and driuk to her health. Let glasses be clinked— let them ring, She might be a star and be rolling in wealth But alas— oh alack— she can sing ! ! ! —D. C