MUSCULAR PRIME DONNE.

Inangahua Times, Volume IV, Issue 44, 20 July 1877, Page 2

MUSCULAR PRIME DONNE.

A 'Frisco paper, obligingly placed at our disposal, relatas as follows the true history of that quarrel between Mesdames de Murska and Fabbri, which was passingly alluded to in these colunis some weeks ago : — On Saturday, April 13, there was to hare been an operatic rehearsal. De

Murska was there — in time for a wonder— and so was her eleventh husband, Maestro Ilia ; Mueller, the tall handsome baritone, and husband of Fabbri, were there also. It was noticed that little Hill twirled his curling moustache fiercely, and tagged at his waste side of whiskers every time the baritone strode near him, and several times ho was hear.! to mutter ' blavrsted big beast' under his breath. Do Murska, with a very beautiful bouquet in her hand, was shaking, out the high notes of n duet with Mueller, with Hill scowling in tho background, wben Fabbri enters (1.e.) She pursed up her lips as her husband placed his hand upon her heart, and, throwing back his head, bellowed out that never, neyev would that organ beat for other than the lady who theu faced him, De Murska warbled that if he ever, did prove untrue ho would shortly have, tho duty to perform of planting tea roses on her grave. As she sang this the ' beauti« ful' creatare extended her ' lovely' arms. The Maestro groaned and tugged viciously at the hair on his face. Fabbri saw the bouquet, and with one curdling shriek rushed forward and sank her fingers into De Murska's hair and began kicking mriously at her shins. ' Mein Gott in Himmel,' cried Mueller aghast, and, falling into his native tongue. ' Blawst me eyes, you know,' gasped, i Hill. Mueller tore the screaming ladies apart, holding them at arm's length. ' 'Oly Moses by Jove," continued Hill, with his eyes sticking out to that exteut that you might have knocked them off with a stick. * What's that you little cad ?' demanded Mueller. • Blavyst me, you knows,' muttered the. little being, but Mueller evidently did not catch the meauing of the Maestro's feeble, remark, for he at once let go the ladies, and, clutching Hill by the throat, shook him till the buttoins began to fly and tho little man was purple in the face. ' Lot go, you ' orrid giant !' gurgled tb^ Maestro, and Mueller did, for the prime donne were at it again for the second round. De Murska was clawing the '• features of Fabbri. who was attempting to 1 square off in the style of which her 1 husband is a master. She had just got a good one on De Murska's left peeper, and had drawn blood from her ' divine' cheek ' with her right bunch of fives aided by a 1 diamond cluster ring, when Mueller • separated them once more, and begged : them to cease their screeching and not have the town break into the theatre. The whole company was of an uproaractors aDd actresses were flying about in direct confusion, while Ilia, who had i taken refuse in a group of supers, threw his fat in the fire by agaiu squeaking, - out : — . . , "iive it to 'or, Mursky— give it to er. 1 There ain't nobody you cau't wallop, my • dear, you know." i ' Here, Koppell,' roared Mueller, 'just hoM these two fools tor a moment." Herr Knppell, backed by a stalwart 1 super, came forward and secured tbe v ladies who were screaming bad names at • one another, and Mueller with two strides was upon the Maestro, who shrieked ' frantically and trie.dtorun. But it was of no avail ; the GermWs paw was upon him, and in another moment ho was across n large knee, taking punishment in the way he was accustomed to in early childhood. Screams did him no good. Tho. spanks fell npon him as thick and as fast as bis own • h's." ... , r 1 Stop it, stop it !" yelled the Maestro, kicking his little legs; • eawu't you be satisfied with giving bookeyes to me wife ' without a-hidiuii me, blawst you ? Oh, 'ang it. Mursky, can't you 'elp your" 'ushand ? ' The whole affair noun-1 up by the Maestrn bevaz led out sobbing by a lady, f'rieml, an ' Mademoiselle shortly j >in«-d, him in a close carriage, with, her head, bound up.