THE WAR OF THE OPERAS.
Italian Opera will succeed German at the Metropolitan.
—Daily Papers.
PUCK, February 11th, 1891.
Die Götterdämmerung.
Tenor.
Juchheia! Hoja! Tuba! Toobahd!
Geh’ ich. Ich gehe. Gingend’weise geh’ ich!
Italienische Nonsensikalische
Knocken mich aus.
Alles is up mit true music.
Of Donizetti the day dawns.
Wagner has waggled his wag.
Vogner has voggled his vog.
Geh’ ich. Ich gehe. Gingend’weise geh’ ich!
Italienische Nonsensikalische
Knocken mich aus.
Alles is up mit true music.
Of Donizetti the day dawns.
Wagner has waggled his wag.
Vogner has voggled his vog.
Chorus.
Juchheia! Hoja!
Ahdehr!A
Stehdehr!
Muhvahn!
Orchestra Embdy-iss-der-Gradle motif.
Soprano.
But for the baseborn barbarians,
Tinkling triumphantly tunes,
Scornfullest scorn,
Spurnfullest spurning is ours.
Tinkling triumphantly tunes,
Scornfullest scorn,
Spurnfullest spurning is ours.
Orchestra Gondempt motif.
Contralto.
Look at the long-haired loon!
Limp is his ten-pound libretto!
Time with his foot beats he no longer!
Howling his hisses
Louder than laughterful boxes!
Homeless is he! Hoja! Where shall he go?
Limp is his ten-pound libretto!
Time with his foot beats he no longer!
Howling his hisses
Louder than laughterful boxes!
Homeless is he! Hoja! Where shall he go?
Voice of the Mountain Gumboil.
What’s the bacillus on Bloomingdale?
Orchestra Daemd-outraitch motif.
Basso Profundo.
Who has a Weinhandlung handy?
Moozeek is dead.
Moozeek is dead.
[Dead motif.]
Who has a Weinhandlung to sell?
Moozeek is dead.
Moozeek is dead.
[Deader motif.]
Not too far from Dairt’ Ayvennoo!
Moozeek is dead.
Moozeek is dead.
[Slightly-decomposed motif.]
Vogner has voggled his vog.
Chorus.
Vait till the vind of the Vinter,
Vistling through Verdi’s viskers,
Vailfully vails for Vogner,
Vailing in vain!
Vistling through Verdi’s viskers,
Vailfully vails for Vogner,
Vailing in vain!
Trionfo da Monk’.
Chorus.
Strewing flow’rs along the way,
Strewing flow’rs along the way,
Thus the Duca della Monka-
Tanka-Shina-Fivacenta
Comes unto these halls to-day.
Strewing flow’rs along the way,
Thus the Duca della Monka-
Tanka-Shina-Fivacenta
Comes unto these halls to-day.
The Duke. [recitativo.]
From these halls a long space of period banished,
I return like a wanderer,
To the mansion vacated by the ignoble Teuton.
Heavens! are these the portraits of my ancestors?
Ha! vengeance I swear it!
On this sword!
By the waists of the ladies I perceive,
And I observe by the anatomy of the gentlemen,
The Teuton has desecrated my ancestral domain.
I return like a wanderer,
To the mansion vacated by the ignoble Teuton.
Heavens! are these the portraits of my ancestors?
Ha! vengeance I swear it!
On this sword!
By the waists of the ladies I perceive,
And I observe by the anatomy of the gentlemen,
The Teuton has desecrated my ancestral domain.
Soprano.
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.................Oh, my heart!
Oh, my heart! Oh, my heart,
Oh-oh-oh-oh! my heart! my
heart, my hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
ha-a-a-AHT!!!
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.................Oh, my heart!
Oh, my heart! Oh, my heart,
Oh-oh-oh-oh! my heart! my
heart, my hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
hah
ha-a-a-AHT!!!
Chorus.
Let us all
Happy be!
Here again
Once more are we!
Happy be!
Here again
Once more are we!
The Public.
Two front seats for dollars three!
Curtain.
A Tutelary deities of the Nibelungen.
—Puck, February 11th, 1891.