American Theatre

Matinee.

“444 Broadway contains enough of the fair element to satisfy the tastes of all lovers of the female form and feminine loveliness, for the ballet is composed of a brief regiment of fresh and gushing damsels of fifteen summers and upwards.  What a luscious sight they present, how they dazzle and bewilder one’s perceptive faculties, and what a lot of apple dumplings they consume when not on duty.  And amid this array of beauty we find our friend Charley White located, telling his Ethiopian yarns, singing nigger melodies, and dancing high, low, Jack, as they used to do it ‘down in Alabam.’  But there’s so much to be seen and heard at Mr. Butler’s American Theatre, that we cannot spare the space to further particularize, except to say that in Mons. La Thorne, the stage manager, 444 has a strong hand.  He is one of the most efficient stage directors in the country, and what is to the point, La Thorne don’t know that we are saying this about him.”