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#799985 Nov 8, 2012
On Christmas night, a dozen girls piled onto the bed which was the
dress circle, and sat before the blue and yellow chintz curtains in a
most flattering state of expectancy. There was a good deal of rustling
and whispering behind the curtain, a trifle of lamp smoke, and an
occasional giggle from Amy, who was apt to get hysterical in the
excitement of the moment. Presently a bell sounded, the curtains flew
apart, and the _operatic tragedy_ began.
"A gloomy wood," according to the one playbill, was represented by a
few shrubs in pots, green baize on the floor, and a cave in the
distance. This cave was made with a clothes horse for a roof, bureaus
for walls, and in it was a small furnace in full blast, with a black
pot on it and an old witch bending over it. The stage was dark and the
glow of the furnace had a fine effect, especially as real steam issued
from the kettle when the witch took off the cover. A moment was
allowed for the first thrill to subside, then Hugo, the villain,
stalked in with a clanking sword at his side, a slouching hat, black
beard, mysterious cloak, and the boots. After pacing to and fro in
much agitation, he struck his forehead, and burst out in a wild strain,
singing of his hatred for Roderigo, his love for Zara, and his pleasing
resolution to kill the one and win the other. The gruff tones of Hugo's
voice, with an occasional shout when his feelings overcame him, were
very impressive, and the audience applauded the moment he paused for
breath. Bowing with the air of one accustomed to public praise, he
stole to the cavern and ordered Hagar to come forth with a commanding,
"What ho, minion! I need thee!"
Out came Meg, with gray horsehair hanging about her face, a red and
black robe, a staff, and cabalistic signs upon her cloak. Hugo
demanded a potion to make Zara adore him, and one to destroy Roderigo.
Hagar, in a fine dramatic melody, promised both, and proceeded to call
up the spirit who would bring the love philter.
Hither, hither, from thy home,
Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
Born of roses, fed on dew,
Charms and potions canst thou brew?
Bring me here, with elfin speed,
The fragrant philter which I need.
Make it sweet and swift and strong,
Spirit, answer now my song!
#799986 Nov 8, 2012
A soft strain of music sounded, and then at the back of the cave
appeared a little figure in cloudy white, with glittering wings, golden
hair, and a garland of roses on its head. Waving a wand, it sang...
Hither I come,
From my airy home,
Afar in the silver moon.
Take the magic spell,
And use it well,
Or its power will vanish soon!
And dropping a small, gilded bottle at the witch's feet, the spirit
vanished. Another chant from Hagar produced another apparition, not a
lovely one, for with a bang an ugly black imp appeared and, having
croaked a reply, tossed a dark bottle at Hugo and disappeared with a
mocking laugh. Having warbled his thanks and put the potions in his
boots, Hugo departed, and Hagar informed the audience that as he had
killed a few of her friends in times past, she had cursed him, and
intends to thwart his plans, and be revenged on him. Then the curtain
fell, and the audience reposed and ate candy while discussing the
merits of the play.
A good deal of hammering went on before the curtain rose again, but
when it became evident what a masterpiece of stage carpentery had been
got up, no one murmured at the delay. It was truly superb. A tower
rose to the ceiling, halfway up appeared a window with a lamp burning
in it, and behind the white curtain appeared Zara in a lovely blue and
silver dress, waiting for Roderigo. He came in gorgeous array, with
plumed cap, red cloak, chestnut lovelocks, a guitar, and the boots, of
course. Kneeling at the foot of the tower, he sang a serenade in
melting tones. Zara replied and, after a musical dialogue, consented
to fly. Then came the grand effect of the play. Roderigo produced a
rope ladder, with five steps to it, threw up one end, and invited Zara
to descend. Timidly she crept from her lattice, put her hand on
Roderigo's shoulder, and was about to leap gracefully down when "Alas!
Alas for Zara!" she forgot her train. It caught in the window, the
tower tottered, leaned forward, fell with a crash, and buried the
unhappy lovers in the ruins.
A universal shriek arose as the russet boots waved wildly from the
wreck and a golden head emerged, exclaiming, "I told you so! I told
you so!" With wonderful presence of mind, Don Pedro, the cruel sire,
rushed in, dragged out his daughter, with a hasty aside...
"Don't laugh! Act as if it was all right!" and, ordering Roderigo up,
banished him from the kingdom with wrath and scorn. Though decidedly
shaken by the fall from the tower upon him, Roderigo defied the old
gentleman and refused to stir. This dauntless example fired Zara. She
also defied her sire, and he ordered them both to the deepest dungeons
of the castle. A stout little retainer came in with chains and led
them away, looking very much frightened and evidently forgetting the
speech he ought to have made.
Act third was the castle hall, and here Hagar appeared, having come to
free the lovers and finish Hugo. She hears him coming and hides, sees
him put the potions into two cups of wine and bid the timid little
servant, "Bear them to the captives in their cells, and tell them I
shall come anon." The servant takes Hugo aside to tell him something,
and Hagar changes the cups for two others which are harmless.
Ferdinando, the 'minion', carries them away, and Hagar puts back the
cup which holds the poison meant for Roderigo. Hugo, getting thirsty
after a long warble, drinks it, loses his wits, and after a good deal
of clutching and stamping, falls flat and dies, while Hagar informs him
what she has done in a song of exquisite power and melody.
This was a truly thrilling scene, though some persons might have
thought that the sudden tumbling down of a quantity of long red hair
rather marred the effect of the villain's death. He was called before
the curtain, and with great propriety appeared, leading Hagar, whose
singing was considered more wonderful than all the rest of the
performance put together.
#799987 Nov 8, 2012
Romney spent years running against a fantasy record and campaigning on a series of gross distortions and falsehoods, and so it shouldnt be too surprising that his campaign and his conservative media boosters didnt have the firmest grip on political reality.
#799988 Nov 8, 2012
OH, THAT'S GREAT! VERY TOPICAL...
#799989 Nov 8, 2012
The Obama campaign ran a very good campaign. The Republicans did not. There was no fraud. There was no stealing the election. There was just a really good ground game from Barack Obama and a lot of smoke and mirrors from Team Romney and outside charlatans, many of whom will now go work for Republican Super PACs making six figure salaries, further draining the pockets of rich Republicans when not on television explaining how awesome and expert they are. Whether you can bring yourself to say it or not, like it or not, Barack Obama is, today, your President.
#799991 Nov 8, 2012
Don't feel sorry for them one iota! They are getting just what they deserve and in fact, they are long overdue. Karma is paying them back for all the misery they inflicted on innocent people and the suspicious deaths of so many under their administration.
Hillary should have stayed home and baked cookies. Send the three Clintons to Libya! Hillary now is responsible for the video maker being incarcerated for one year! Then there is the doctor who was thrown under the bus by the lying pos who was re-elected and who bragged about getting Bin Laden. If it weren't for the doctor, Bin Laden would not have been killed. And btw, Barack Obama instigated the terrorists by his continuous talking about getting Bin Laden!
#799992 Nov 8, 2012
Obama is hiding his college records...
Obama is hiding documents on Benghazi ...
Obama is hiding attack by Iran on U.S. drone ...
Valerie Jarrett is negotiating with Iran...(she is from Iran)...
The most "TRANSPARENT" administration, right...
Obama went to Burma, how nice...second term--- and he can doo anything he wants to now ...
Suckers re-elected him...
How come he didn't go to visit New Jersey now with all this cold and people suffering, but he went before the election?
“life under BO”
Since: Sep 12
#799993 Nov 8, 2012
#799994 Nov 8, 2012
"That boy put it into his head, I know he did! He's a capital fellow,
and I wish we could get acquainted. He looks as if he'd like to know
us but he's bashful, and Meg is so prim she won't let me speak to him
when we pass," said Jo, as the plates went round, and the ice began to
melt out of sight, with ohs and ahs of satisfaction.
"You mean the people who live in the big house next door, don't you?"
asked one of the girls. "My mother knows old Mr. Laurence, but says
he's very proud and doesn't like to mix with his neighbors. He keeps
his grandson shut up, when he isn't riding or walking with his tutor,
and makes him study very hard. We invited him to our party, but he
didn't come. Mother says he's very nice, though he never speaks to us
"Our cat ran away once, and he brought her back, and we talked over the
fence, and were getting on capitally, all about cricket, and so on,
when he saw Meg coming, and walked off. I mean to know him some day,
for he needs fun, I'm sure he does," said Jo decidedly.
"I like his manners, and he looks like a little gentleman, so I've no
objection to your knowing him, if a proper opportunity comes. He
brought the flowers himself, and I should have asked him in, if I had
been sure what was going on upstairs. He looked so wistful as he went
away, hearing the frolic and evidently having none of his own."
"It's a mercy you didn't, Mother!" laughed Jo, looking at her boots.
"But we'll have another play sometime that he can see. Perhaps he'll
help act. Wouldn't that be jolly?"
"I never had such a fine bouquet before! How pretty it is!" And Meg
examined her flowers with great interest.
"They are lovely. But Beth's roses are sweeter to me," said Mrs.
March, smelling the half-dead posy in her belt.
Beth nestled up to her, and whispered softly, "I wish I could send my
bunch to Father. I'm afraid he isn't having such a merry Christmas as
#799995 Nov 8, 2012
and rightfully so. why should the known carol be the target of your friends psychotic hate.
carol doesn't deserve to be personally attacked in such a vile manner. no matter if one disagrees with her politics or not.
then the debil, fake carol imbecile has gone to posting under "the real carol".
the known carol must threaten this trouble makin tw-at. but then for some reason everybody threatens this psychotic imbecile.
didn't carol even extend an olive branch to the debil?
no quarter for the debil.
#799996 Nov 8, 2012
lO, UNTO THE VALLEY OF DEATH RODE THE 600... NAKED... OH WELL, SOMETHING LIKE THAT...
#799997 Nov 8, 2012
HEY! WE'RE UP TO CHAPTER 3!
“life under BO”
Since: Sep 12
#799998 Nov 8, 2012
#799999 Nov 8, 2012
Y'ALL SHOULD READ THIS SHIT, IT'S LITERATURE... GREAT AMERICAN LITERATURE!!!! DO IT!!!! DO IT NOW!!!!!
#800000 Nov 8, 2012
YA RECKON? YA RECKON, HONEY? MUS' NOT'VE BEEN A BIG ENOUGH BRANCH.
#800002 Nov 8, 2012
THE LAURENCE BOY
"Jo! Jo! Where are you?" cried Meg at the foot of the garret stairs.
"Here!" answered a husky voice from above, and, running up, Meg found
her sister eating apples and crying over the Heir of Redclyffe, wrapped
up in a comforter on an old three-legged sofa by the sunny window.
This was Jo's favorite refuge, and here she loved to retire with half a
dozen russets and a nice book, to enjoy the quiet and the society of a
pet rat who lived near by and didn't mind her a particle. As Meg
appeared, Scrabble whisked into his hole. Jo shook the tears off her
cheeks and waited to hear the news.
"Such fun! Only see! A regular note of invitation from Mrs. Gardiner
for tomorrow night!" cried Meg, waving the precious paper and then
proceeding to read it with girlish delight.
"'Mrs. Gardiner would be happy to see Miss March and Miss Josephine at
a little dance on New Year's Eve.' Marmee is willing we should go, now
what shall we wear?"
"What's the use of asking that, when you know we shall wear our
poplins, because we haven't got anything else?" answered Jo with her
"If I only had a silk!" sighed Meg. "Mother says I may when I'm
eighteen perhaps, but two years is an everlasting time to wait."
"I'm sure our pops look like silk, and they are nice enough for us.
Yours is as good as new, but I forgot the burn and the tear in mine.
Whatever shall I do? The burn shows badly, and I can't take any out."
"You must sit still all you can and keep your back out of sight. The
front is all right. I shall have a new ribbon for my hair, and Marmee
will lend me her little pearl pin, and my new slippers are lovely, and
my gloves will do, though they aren't as nice as I'd like."
"Mine are spoiled with lemonade, and I can't get any new ones, so I
shall have to go without," said Jo, who never troubled herself much
"You must have gloves, or I won't go," cried Meg decidedly. "Gloves are
more important than anything else. You can't dance without them, and
if you don't I should be so mortified."
"Then I'll stay still. I don't care much for company dancing. It's no
fun to go sailing round. I like to fly about and cut capers."
"You can't ask Mother for new ones, they are so expensive, and you are
so careless. She said when you spoiled the others that she shouldn't
get you any more this winter. Can't you make them do?"
"I can hold them crumpled up in my hand, so no one will know how
stained they are. That's all I can do. No! I'll tell you how we can
manage, each wear one good one and carry a bad one. Don't you see?"
"Your hands are bigger than mine, and you will stretch my glove
dreadfully," began Meg, whose gloves were a tender point with her.
"Then I'll go without. I don't care what people say!" cried Jo, taking
up her book.
"You may have it, you may! Only don't stain it, and do behave nicely.
Don't put your hands behind you, or stare, or say 'Christopher
Columbus!' will you?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll be as prim as I can and not get into any
scrapes, if I can help it. Now go and answer your note, and let me
finish this splendid story."
#800004 Nov 8, 2012
It remains a mystery why places that receive the most per person in federal spending, particularly on welfare programs, vote in presidential elections for the party that wants to cut those programs.
#800005 Nov 8, 2012
KISS ME, BABY... DO IT NOW!!!!! G'HEAD, KISS IT... NO TEEF NOW...
“life under BO”
Since: Sep 12
#800006 Nov 8, 2012
“life under BO”
Since: Sep 12
#800008 Nov 8, 2012
State Population Federal per capita expenditure
District of Columbia 553,523 $67,982.10
Alaska 655,435 $12,885.17
Virginia 7,459,827 $12,150.14
Maryland 5,558,058 $11,645.42
New Mexico 1,903,289 $10,436.65
Hawaii 1,262,840 $9,650.53
North Dakota 634,366 $9,513.12
Wyoming 506,529 $8,673.36
Connecticut 3,503,604 $8,649.37
Alabama 4,530,182 $8,619.41
South Dakota 770,883 $8,563.86
West Virginia 1,815,354 $8,363.93
Massachusetts 6,416,505 $8,278.72
Maine 1,317,253 $8,247.88
Montana 926,865 $8,084.85
Missouri 5,754,618 $7,946.69
Tennessee 5,900,962 $7,700.53
Mississippi 2,902,966 $7,694.78
Pennsylvania 1,2406,292 $7,649.36
Kentucky 4,145,922 $7,649.33
Rhode Island 1,080,632 $7,629.99
Oklahoma 3,523,553 $7,561.66
New York 19,227,088 $7,484.37
Vermont 621,394 $7,455.71
Arizona 5,743,834 $7,308.59
Louisiana 4515770 $7,297.55
Washington 6,203,788 $7,227.9
Washington DC, extorting tax dollars and producing little.
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