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Show li WONDERFUL II PHOTO-DRAMA To Be Presented at the Lyric Theatre n ' Two Days Commencing . j - IM li Monday The moment ot most gonulno dra- sh 1 ? ' matte power and suBpenso I11 Georgo I . t Klelne's truly wonderful photo dra- M , I , , ma, "Quo Vadls" which la to bo pro IIS I j. Bcntcd at the Lyric theatre for two-. D I ' days, commencing Monday, Novem- mIiS j. j ber 23, occurs In tho third act or j , I S Bovcnth reel, when tho Christians il I n I nro about to he sacrificed tor thel", ij T . alleged crlmo of tho burning ot ,J J f', 1 Home. J M 8) f Tho sccno shows tho arena of tho !' fl " I . famous Coliseum on all- sides nro I; 111 I tho great tiers of scats tilled with II lii J , tho patricians and citizens of Homo a out for a holiday, eager to "witness 1 J " tho chariot races, tho gladiator com- . bats, tho torture of tho Christiana . and other features dovlsed by tho :; I 1 J cruel heart of Nero for their pleas- I, R f Jj I . uro and sport. In tho foreground Is ; 1 .' ' I I ' . a trap door with a huge chain which I j I 1 leads outBido of tho framo of. tho fJL f I .' ' picture. Far off tho llttlo group of , J Christians kneel upon tho Bands 'In I' praying and stricken with terror. fli I Tho pitiless soldiers who havo drlv- jB i ; . ! en them into the arena from their ill ) , ' cells move oft to places of safety. MB ,:J jj, ' Nero ,e.ana ovor tho nlRn balnst""10 II j li ? of the imperial box gloating at their II fl suffering. I j ill , l Then tho trap door begins to rise. ' I ( . I i Everyono knows whnt Is about to H j happen. Tho 'first Hon who slips ! ' out of tho opening Is no surprise I yet there Is a thrill that passes over I I tho audience, and a shudder, and, H I i the moment is full of suspense. Hi ' More lions follow, many lions, all mj lean and hungry looking brutes. "Hi 'j Tlio sceno shifts to a close view of H j; tho kneeling Christians. Tho worn- I ' 1 , en cIbbp their children to their I ) it breast and raise their eyes in suppli 1 1 ' 1 cation to heaven. Tho lions ap- I liproach them coming faster and I l faster. The sccno shifts aguin to . I ', ' tho Imperial box. Nero rovel3 in 1 ' ; j the spectacle and urges his guests I, ' 'to loso no detail. I'etronlus, tho ar- ' ; j biter of fashion, look on In helpless H i disgust, tho lovelorn Vlnltlus awaits B f j ' ,n trembling fear tho fate of his bo- H ' ! ' loved Lygla; tho treacherous Chllo Kl 1 revolts at tho outcomo of his own vll- ! ' 1 lalny and faints at tho sight and W 1 tho thousands of citizens and nobles ' 1 I look on with bated breath. ml I B j , No drama. In thp world over com- V ' Il ' , prehended bucIi IntenRo dramatic mo M I j1 . 1 1 ments yet It nil lifts 11(0 veil or 1m j 1 , doubt from the minds of this later HI j generation why "Eternal Rome" foil. I TO A BIRD AT DAWN w ' ' O bird tliat somowhoro yonder sings, B j' In tho dim hour 'twin dreams and D il 1 dawn, H j! J - Lone in tho hush ot sleeping things, H j , In somo sky Banctuary withdrawn; J: I1 j I :' Your perfect Bong is too like puin H Li j1 And will not let me sleep ayr.ln. H i .1 think you must bo moro than bird, l,i , A little creature ot soft wings, H V Not yours this deep and thrll'ing M- if 1 word ml 'I Some morning planet 'tis that sings; j ! ' Surely from no small renthered 9 It ' throat HR; ,p '; , 1 - - IHflSti x 1 4 j . jk dl .ArV x HHsvftw MW -mmtJm Mm. 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As some old languago of tho dead, In 0110 resounding syllable Says nomo and Oreeco and all Is said A slmplo word a 'chlldmay spell; 80 In your liquid notovimpcarleu"?!V Sings the long oplc of the wordi Unfathomcd sweetness o' your song, With ancient anguish at It core, What womb ot elemental wrong, With shudJer unlmaglncd bom Peace to divine what holt hath trod This voice that softly talks with God! All silence In one silver flower Of speech that speaks not, havo as speaks -The moon In heaven, yet haih power . To tell the soul tho. thing It seeks, And pack, as by some wizard art, The wholo within the flnlto part. To you, Bwcet bird, ono woll might feign1 With such authority you sins ' So clear, yet so profound a strain Into tho slmplo ear of Spring ' Somo secret understanding nivcn Of tho hid purposes of Heaven. And all my lite until this day, And all my life until I die, All Joy nnd sorrow of., tho way, Seem calling yonder in tho sky: And tlicro Is something tho song salth That makes mc unafraid of death. Now the slow light fllls all tho trees, The world, beforo so still and strange, With day's familiar presences, Hack to Its common self must chango; And llttlo .gossip shapes otsong Tlio porches of tho morning throng. iij Not yours with such as these to vio That of tho day's small business sing, Voice ot man's heart and of God's "i-- I I Dut 0 yoit make so deep a thmg Of joy I dare not think ot palng- Until I hear .you sing again, j Richard Lo Galltenno. |
