man named Tyler. The1 Dixie Quartet then gave two or three selections In an admirable manner. Then came a battle royal, a repetition of what isgiven at all Portland pugilistic encoun-ters. After this was the novel feature of the evening, a gladiatorial contestbetween two actors from the Chinesetheater. This was so supremely ridiculous that it was really amusing, A boxing contest in barrels followed, and the entertainment closed with an old-time colored cake walk. The gate receipts were good, and Ted Sullivan, the manager, was correspondingly happyâ–