Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, January 14, 1923, Page 9

: : : : . asper Sumayg Morning Trike MAGAZINE SECTION MAGAZINE SECTION The MATINEE GIRL By W. E. HILL. Copyright 1923 by The Chicago Tribune. . Now Mr. Pemberton,” I said, “eith er I take my"little dog en tour, or It hand in my notice.” “Oh, all right,” he says, just like that, “you can leave Saturday night.’ nnd dear, I'm sorry now I didn’t of him! But all I said was, “Wel: little dog has never bothered any o} walked right out of the office. The post mortern after the matinee. “But Mama, it’s just a fantasy, = Barrie fantasy! It isn’t meant to be exciting!" Just the same, Mrs. Blum in unconvinced. Give her a mystery play. st tell him what I thought i, Mr. Pemberton, my. ne.” And with that Ty And WYOMING WEEKLY REYIEW Any play at any theatre for Julia, as long as it has one of the three Barrymores in it Five young ladies from Miss McCall's velect erie and one harassed teacher, Miss Roblee by name, of the English department,—waiting in the lobby. They are waiting for Doris Perkins who has been taken shopping by her mother. Miss Roblee knows from experience that about three- twenty P. M. Doris and Mama will arrive breathless, with just enough strength left 40 cry out, “So sorry, but we thought you told us to wait on the cormer instead of here!!” Like every thing else these days the matinee girl has” changed tod. Time was wheri the Wednesday mati- nee girls loved a good sob fest. better than anything else. And then gradually it-got to be the: fashion for. people to say there was enough misery in real life without going to the thea-* tre for it, andall that. And now, would you believe it, young ladies go’ to the matinee to laugh. But many there are who will Jong for the old days, when a ph ‘was wont to boast about how she cried for week after Nethersole in ppho.” The blonde in black, shown here, is feeling her way out of the theatre aftes seeing ‘Mrs, Carter in “Du Barry.” t NUMBER 25. “My dear, did you go to Clara Button's wedding?" Her wedding! Why I didn’t know she was engaged even! Well, did you eve: and so on. You see three minutes before thé risé of the curtain, Mrs. Ruggles discovers, across a perfectly strange man, her dear friend .Mrs, Berry from Joplin, and they nat have to talk over old times all through Act’ ine. ‘The late arrival. “Bui my dear, I'm perfectly sure you told me to remember at the time thinking it was funny, because I was almost sure that ‘Sweet Papa’ was playing here at this theatre,"—etc., etc.. ete abel * at, Bessie has just spent a wond tes noon at the movies seeing Gloria Swans- downe in “Burng Embers,” The Drama Leaguer. waid her dues and everything, but, oh dear, some of the shows they send a body to! So highbrow at times, = 4 = : : I al ME ae Matinees aren't what they once were. No siree! Along in the early nineteen hundreds, when the ten, twenty ana thi girl in the thirty cent seats was invited to attend, on Friday afternoon, after the curtain had fallen on the last act of on the stage where the-members of the compan would be delighted to shake the hand al “each and every lady.” irtys were rdmpant, ev matinee “The Banker's: Daughter,” a pink tee