Flattering

This ia the sort of criticisms prima donnas have 1 1 face when they slng in the presence of Black I f Hls musical critics. One of them writes thus of the s!ar of an opera company: Her voice was a cross between the hum of a cyclone and the screech of a Jocomotive under ful! steam. Jt trembled away in cat-llke cadenees and rose ajaln like tlie wail of a hound in distress Apain it rose in mellow tones not unlike the wind dallying over the mouth of an empty jug. Stopping only long enough to take wind, she rose slowly to her tip-toes, and with gyrating arms and heaving chest, gave a fair imitat on of the roar that foretells a Dakota bliz. ard. Oíd Jim Parker's pet panther, chained to a post in the lot back of the opera l:ouse, heard some of her high notes and they skeered the poor beast out of a year's growth. It was the first time our town was ever visited by a genuino lemale calliope, and we hope she'lkome agaln.