"THE BUTTERFLIES."
AT THE MASTERTON TOWN. HALL. "The Butterflies" have come to Masterton just in time. The wea ther during the past week has been of such a depressing character tha\ it would require almost a galvanic shock to produce a laugih. "The But terflies" did :t. x Hence, there must be something about them that is electrical. They travelled all the way from, Auckland, through snow-storms and blizzards, in fast trains and slow trains, round, spirals, through tun nels, a::id over flood-devastated plains, with apparently the sole object of lifting the people of Master ton "from the dumps. The town, or that portion off-it whichtbraved the elements last night, is profoundly thankful. For the rest, if they miss the opportunity to-night of seeing "The Butterflies," and of being rejuvenated, they will deserve to suffer from melancholia and cold feet until Jupiter , becomes a sp:ck in the atoms of nothingness. Th e name of "The Butterflies" implies something that is beautiful, something that is pleawng to behold, something that flits hither and tliitber, and brings fragrance and sunshine im its wings. And the name is no mosnomer when it is applied to Mr Jack Waller and the versatile collection of '.'Butterflies" wlio descended upon Masterton last night. There is not a dull pioment from the rise of the curtain until its fall. Every member of the company is am artist in his, or her particular line and everything is new, crisp, bright and vivacious. Mr Jack Waller is a master comedian as well as a brilliant musician. He is ably supported by Miss Celia Gold, Mr Wylie Watson, Mr R. Foster Hine,*Miss "Ada Smart, and Miss Marion Armitage. The latter was particularly successful in her Yorkshire ballads, and was frequently recalled. Miss Ada Smart has a contralto voice of fine range and purity, and lien- numbers last night were vociferously encored. Mr Foster Hine was also very successful in his baritone items, while Miss Celia Gold and Mr Waller kept the audience in fits of laughter with their humorous sketches and burlesques. The caincerfced items were also splendidly rendered. The 'cello-playing of Mr Watson. was a revelation, and the burlesques of a Hungarian orchestra, and a London street orchestra were delightful. Mr Frederick W. Dennett is a genius with the piano, amd makes it say or do what he chooses. In fact, ''The Butterflies" are a remarkable, almost bewildering combination of music, art, and merriment. They are all that has been said of them, with one thousand per cent added. To attempt to portray their art in a drub display of ajectives would be to reduce the sublime of poetry to the ridiculousness of uncertain prose. We therefore leave them to the public—to talk of them, whistle of them, sing of them:, and see them for a last time at the Town Hall to-night. s
CABLE NEWS
(United Press Associuiiun—Jfj/- Electric Telegraph—c opynght.)
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Wairarapa Age, Volume XXV, Issue 10713, 13 May 1913, Page 5
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483"THE BUTTERFLIES." Wairarapa Age, Volume XXV, Issue 10713, 13 May 1913, Page 5
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