The Theatre, 5 tomasTheatre Publishing Company, 1888 |
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... Mary Anderson . COL . T. A. BROWN , in his record of Fileur's estimate of her in another column is sincere and true . * I UNDERSTAND from the best author- ity that Miss Sadie Martinot has had a splendid offer from Mr. J. C. Duff to sing ...
... Mary Anderson . COL . T. A. BROWN , in his record of Fileur's estimate of her in another column is sincere and true . * I UNDERSTAND from the best author- ity that Miss Sadie Martinot has had a splendid offer from Mr. J. C. Duff to sing ...
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... MARY MCCRIBBIN , who died re- discusses the theatre : " All actors are not moral ; all preachers are not moral . There is not a better woman in Philadelphia than Charlotte Cushman was or Mary Anderson is . Nor is there a man in this ...
... MARY MCCRIBBIN , who died re- discusses the theatre : " All actors are not moral ; all preachers are not moral . There is not a better woman in Philadelphia than Charlotte Cushman was or Mary Anderson is . Nor is there a man in this ...
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... Mary Anderson . Mr. Booth , indeed , has played a successful engagement at one Chicago theatre while Mr. Irving was the attraction at another . The hamfatters say , to be sure , that this scheme is not directed against foreign " stars ...
... Mary Anderson . Mr. Booth , indeed , has played a successful engagement at one Chicago theatre while Mr. Irving was the attraction at another . The hamfatters say , to be sure , that this scheme is not directed against foreign " stars ...
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... Mary Anderson first appeared her genius made itself triumphant , but she was derided for many other things . Mrs. Potter is further advanced than Mary Anderson was at the end of two years . She is certainly much the superior to Mrs ...
... Mary Anderson first appeared her genius made itself triumphant , but she was derided for many other things . Mrs. Potter is further advanced than Mary Anderson was at the end of two years . She is certainly much the superior to Mrs ...
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... Mary Tudor , Mrs. Potter is not at her best . The atmos- phere of the surroundings is cold and all the warmth imaginable could hardly put into it much that would charm in these days when contemporaneous human interest has reached its ...
... Mary Tudor , Mrs. Potter is not at her best . The atmos- phere of the surroundings is cold and all the warmth imaginable could hardly put into it much that would charm in these days when contemporaneous human interest has reached its ...
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Theatre– An Illustrated Weekly Magazine; Drama, Music, Art. 1887-1888, 3 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1888 |
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