“OUR BOYS.”

Kumara Times, Issue 1338, 14 January 1881, Page 2

“OUR BOYS.”

There is, we believe, no play on record which has had anything like such a run as “Our Boys” had at the Vaudeville, London, where it was continuously played for the astonishing period, night after night, of four years ! A notice in Figaro on the completion

of the GOOth night says :—“ 1 feel to 6 exhausted, by giving similar Announcements with regard to this theatre, td make any extended 'cdrifhents on the subject, bnjb I cannot resist the tempfcVtation to give the readers of the Fi*ar6 the pleasure of reading one of the cleverest parodies ever written, a poeth composed by Reece in his most Spirited style, and distributed as a circular amongst the audience at the Vaudeville, on Saturday night (December & 1876). Here it is:”— Keep the league \ keep the league 1 Keep our league onward i We twain have “run” a piece Nights now Six Hundred; Though but a light brigade, Not such “great guns ” ’tis said', Yet we a play have plAyed Nights full Six Hundred 1 * ‘ Here’s ydur piece* ’* syroii sai<h “Take it, friends, undismayed r So we did, for we knew Seldom he’s blundered ! Ours not to talk, but buy* Ours but to act (or try I) How fared the Comedy ? Into twO years we’ve run, Nights now Six Hundred; Prophets to right of ua* Prophets to left of Us, Prophets in front of us, Volleyed and thundered Wiseacre shot and shell, “ May for a time do well I” Ne’er in their jaws (so right!) Ne’er in their mouths that night Boded Six Hundred; “ Flashy ! a thing of air ! “ Flashy ! but very fair !” So said these wonders there, Stage-wise alarmists! while All who Of fun’d heard, Crushed in thO groaning pit, Fought thro’, fought bit by bit i Coster and Nobleman, Laughed at the same old hit; Laughed at* add woildered* Thought of that night, but not Dreamed of Six hundred ! Dresses wore* spite of uS, Scenes waned each night of .us, Stitches made light of iis, Severed and sundered ; , ' Summers on “ houses” tell, “Business,” tho’; never fell*.. . Everything4urned out Well; ;•/ v ■ So, we are playing still, Playing each night with will* All that is left Of, -us . . ■ , ~' After Six Hundred ! " When. shall this fortune, fade ? No increased charge ive’ve made (Herein wO blundered !) : Thanks to all, true as steel! Thanks to the Public* we’ll Double Sii Hundred; ; : ~— * —! —:— —