MUSCULAR PRIME DONNE.

West Coast Times, Issue 2586, 14 July 1877, Page 3

MUSCULAR PRIME DONNE.

A 'Frisco paper, obligingJy placed at our disposal, relates as follows the true history of that quarrel between Mesdames de Murska and Fabbri, which was passingly alluded to in these columns some weeks ago.*' —

On Saturday, April 13, there was to have been an operatic rehearsal. De Murska was there — in time for a wonder — aisd so was her eleventh husband, Maestro Ilia ; Mueller, the tall handsome baritone, and husband of Fabbri, were there al9c>. It was noticed that little Hill twirled his curling moustache fiercely, and tusked at his waste side of whiskers every time the baritone strode near him, and several times he was heard to mutter "blawsted big beast" under his breath. De Muraka, with a very beautiful bouquet in her hand, was shaking out the high notes of a duet with Mueller, with Hill scowling in the background, when Fabbri enters (1.c.) She pursed up her lips as her husband placed his hand upon her heart, and, throwing back his bead, bellowed out that never, never would that organ beat for other than the lady who then faced him. De Murska warbled that if he ever did prove untrue he would shortly baye the duty to periorm of planting tea roses on her grave. Ab she sang thj« the v beautiful" creature extended her "lovely" arms. The Maestro groaned and tugged viciously at the hair on his face. Fabbri saw the bouquet, and with one curdliqg shriek rushed forward and sank her fingers into De Murska'B hair and bfgan kicking furiously at her shins.

" Mein Gptt in Hirnmel," cried Mueller aghast, and, foiling into his native tongue: "JBlawat me eyes, you know, gasped 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 e^jtent that you might have knocked them off with a stick.

•« What's that you little cad .?" demanded Mueller,

" Blawst me, you know," muttered the little being, but Mueller evidently did not catch the meaning of the Maestrp's feeble remark, for he at once let go the ladies, and, clutching Hill by the throat, shook him till the buttpm.fi began to fly and the little man was purple in the face.

" Let go, you 'orrid giant !" gurgled the Maestro, and Mueller did, 'for* the prime donne were at ifc again for the second round. De Murska was clawing the features ot Fjibbri, who was attempting to square off in the style of which her husband is a master. She had just got a good one op De Murska's left pepper, and had drawn blood from her "divine" cheek with her right bunch of fives, aided by a 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 in an uproar — actors and actresses were

flying about in direct confusion, while Ilia, who had taken refuge in a group of supers, threw his fat in the fire by again squeaking out : —

" Give it to 'er, Mursky — give it to 'en There ain't nobody you can't wallop, my dear, you know."

" Here, Koppell," roared Mueller, "just hold these two fools fpr a moment."

Herr Koppell, backed by a stalwart saper, came forward and secured the ladies, who were screaming bad names at one another, and Mueller with two strides was upon the Maestro, whp shrieke4 frantically and tried to run. But it was of no avail ; the German's paw was upon him, and in another inpment he was across a large knee, taking punishment in the way he was accustomed to in early philhopd. Screams did him no good. The spanks fell upon him as thick and as fast as his own "h's."

" Stpp k, stop it V yelled the Maestro, kicking his little legs ; " cawn't ypu be satisfied with giving bpokeyes to nic wife 'without a-hiding me, blawst you ? Oh ? 'ang it, Mursk'y, can't ypu 'e|p jour 'usband ? " .

The whole affair wpund up by tb,e Maestro being led puf spbbing by a lady friend, and Mademoiselle shortly jpined him in a close carriage, with her head bound up.