New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 17, 1915, Page 4

[E VERDICT OF UNION- : ISM. ‘It makes no difference at the merits of the case be they cannot be con- ered. INJUSTICE OF IT. | arrangement of my table until the last | THURS, AND FRI THE PALACE , OF Big Four Feature FRL AND SAT. Mary Pickford In “LITTLE PAL” Rupert Hughes's great stage )y ic actor, Henry Kolker the . stellar role. Latest Chapter. “NEAL OF THE NAVY.” ... Now Appearing. ELIZABETH CUTTY. ° young singing vio- PARSONS’ HEATRE—Hartford it and Wednesday (Mat. Wed.) . Frazee ;Presents the Funniest .#Ferce in-the World “A PQIR OF SIXES” W 25¢ to $1.50; Mat., to WSeats on' sale. flay & Sat., Nov. 19-20 (Mat. Sat.) “DANCING = AROUND” With AL JOLSON ‘Winter' Garden Show, with 125 People brices: Nights,'50c to $2; Mat., 25¢ 1.50. Seats Wednesday. oLrsnPATRE All This Week, Twice Dally. The Poli Players “THE. WIFE” ts. 10c. 20c. Eve. 10, 20, 30, 500 CTOR MOORE AS “CHIMMIE” IN FILM ( ictor Moore, for years a star in an musical comedies, will make New Britain debut as a screen ar- tonight at Keéney’s when he will | seen in a picturization of the fa- pus comedyy ; “Chimmie Fadden.” picture, which' was produced by Famous Players company, is in £ reels and contains as many laughs bany feature released in weeks. It Il be shown again tomorrow. big attraction of the week is Essanay feature, “In the Palace Sthe King,” from F. Marion Craw- d's novel of the same name. It is il 10 be the season’s most marvelous Hoto-spectacle. Such stars as Rich- Travers and Nell Craig are in the . Friday and Saturday the man- ment offers “Little Pal,” with Mary kford playing the lead) On the andeville bill are such acts as Buck- and DeLarsh and The Three Guys. News for Thea REVELATIONSOF A WIFE By ADELE GARRISON Muadge Makes the Best of the Situation I know of nothing more exasperat- ing to a hostess than to 'nave her guests come to her home too early. It is bad enough to wait a meal for a be- lated guest, but to have some critical woman casually stroll in before she is dressed, or has put the final touches —s0 dear to every housewifely heart— on all the preparations, is simply mad- dening. I am no exception to tae rule. As I heard the voices of Lillian Gale and her husband, and realized that they had arrived at half past 8 in the aft- ernoon, when they had been invited for an evening’s chafing dish supper, I was both disheartened and angry. With a gasp of thankfulness, I re- membered that Katie had swept up the nut shells from the living room rug, but 1 also knew that the dust must have settled again upon every- thing- Katie haq gone over the fur- niture the day before, but I had planned to have her give things a few finishing touches before the guests came. Any such plan was now an impossibility. The rooms would have to remain as they were. Another problem confronted me. I had planned to arrange my table for the evening as soon as I finished mak- ing the sandwiches, and to serve a light lunch for Dicky and myself, pic- nic-like, at the kitchen table- The unexpected coming of these guests meant that I would have to serve 2o supper for them, thus postponing the minute. I could visualize myself a & hurried, flurried hostess, my pet ab- omination. But, of course, there was but one thing to do, much as I hated to do it. I must go into the living room and cordially welcome these people. As I slipped off my kitchen apron I thought of the hypocrisy waich marks most social intercourse. What I really wanted to say to my early guest was this: i ‘“Please go home and come again at the proper time. I am not ready to recelve you now.” 5 I had a sudden whimsical vision of the faces of Dicky and the Under- woods, if I should thus speak my real thoughts. The thought in some curi- ous fashion made it easier for me to cross the room to Lillian Gale's side, extend my hand and say cordially: “How good of you to come this aft- ernoon!" . early- I feared for a repetition of the experience of Friday evening. But the laws of convention and hospitality bound me. I felt that I could not pro- test. Mrs. Underwood apparently haa no such scruples- She clutched Dicky by the arm and swung him around facing her. Is Madge Mistaken? “Now see here, my Dickybird,” she began, kind of business and I walk out of here. I should think you and Harry would have had enough of this on Fri day evening. day for a little visit, and tonight we’ll beer wagon, just as Mrs. Graham says: *Oh, cut it out, LiL” her 'husband if it were a phrase he often used. But I knew by the look in his eyes that he much annoyed. All right, Lil,” he said easily- “I suppose Madge will fall in gratitude on your neck for this when she gets you into the seclusion of her room. You haven't any objection to our hav- ing a teenty-weenty little smoke, nave you, mamma dear?” ‘Go as far as you like,” she returned ignoring the sneer. As I turned and led the way to my room, I was conscious of curiously mingled emotions. Relief at the elimi- nation of the special bottle with its inevitable consequences and resent- ment that Dicky should so meekly obey the dictume of another woman, battled with each otaner. But strong- er than either was a dawning wonder-. From the conversation I had over- heard in the theater dressing room and from trifling things in Mrs. Un- derwood’s own conduct, I had been led to believe that she was sentiment- ally interested in Dicky, and that some time in the future I might have to bat- tle with her for his affections. But her speech to him whica I had just overheard savored more of the mother laying down the law to a refractory child than it did of anything ap- proaching sentiment. Could it be, 1 asked myself, that I had been mis- taken? “I know it is unpardonable,” Lil- lian’s high-pitched voice answered. “You invited us for the evening, not the afternoon, but I told Harry that I was going to crucify the conventions and come over early, so I would have a chance to say more than two words to you before the rest got here- It Bess Marsden ever gets started upon scme of those pet theorles of hers no- body else will get a word in. She’s the most rabid anarchist out of jail.” What Harry Said. “Bess won't be here,” broke in Dicky. “Her brother is seriously ill in Chicago, and she had to go to him.” “Of course that lets Paul out also,” Lillian commented in th¢~“nost mat- ter-of-fact manner. ‘“But the Les- ters are about as bad,” she turned to me again. “They have a six-months- old baby, their first, and you’d think it was the first in the universe to hear them talk about it. So I determined to get ahead of everybody and have a little visit with you.” “It was so good of you,” I mur- mured again. It was banal, I knew, but the presence of Lillian Gale al- ways seems to deaden my wits. “I am good, too, just as good as Lil but is there any charming hostess tell- ing me so? There is not.” Harry Underwood elbowed his wife away from my side with a playful push, and held out his hand, his bril- liant black eyes looking down into mine with the same lazy, approving expression that I had resented when Dicky introduced me to him between the cast of “Rosemary.” \ I cudgelled my brain in vain for some airy nothing with which to an- swer his nonsense. I never have had the gift of repartee- I can talk well enough about subjects that interest me when I am conversing with some one whom I know well, but the frothy persiflage, the high banter that forms the conversational stock in trade of so many women, is an alien tongue to me. “You are just as welcome as Mrs. Underwood is,” T said heartily at last. [ threw a sop to my conscience with the realization that I had spoken the exact truth. He was exactly- as welcome as his_wife, and neither of them was in the least welcome: For- tunately, he did not read any hidden meaning inte my words. “That’'s always the way,” he said, plaintively, dropping my hand as if he were resigning himself to some lost hope. ‘“Never am I judged by my own merits or welcomed for my own sake, always lumped in with my wife, as if I were a performing poodle or a pet canar: It's heartbreaking, that’s what it is. The contrast between the good look- ing giant who was speaking and the tiny objects' to which he was likening himself, together with his drawling, whining tones, upset the gravity of all of us. We laughed heartily. Only Mr. Underwood remained grave, looking from one to the other of us with the expression of an undertaker summon- ing the pallbearers. “Come on, Harry, into my room.” urged Dicky, taking him by the arm. “I've got a special brand cached in there; had to hide it so mein frau wouldn't drink it up.” T suppose my face reflected the dis- h specialties are of an exceptional- order. st may I felt at this intimation that the two men would begin drinking 80 [ Menu for Tomorrow J' u begin this special bottle | We came over here to-; sit on either the water wagon or the s won't start any of these or I'll know the reason | said, not crossly, but mechanically, as | Dicky laughed down at her, although | “And what do you think! The women who are giving the dance, for the benefit of the Town Improvement Fund have decided they won't come near our fair for the Old Folks' Home because we put it jn the same week.” This is the interesting bit . of news which a neighbor mine brought me the other day. Just fancy women who are all ex- erting themselves in one good cause or another being guilty of such abominable pettiness as that! She Won’t Speak to Her Neighbor- Again, a friend of mine in an- ! other state writes me that her right- ; hand neighbor, an ardent anti-suffra- gist, will not speak to her left-hand ; neighbor because the latter is work- ng for suffrage. Shame upon such pettiness! The thing I hope most of . MeW women is that she will try to | shuck off the pettiness that has :heen hiding and hampering her big- | ger self. Out upon all such pettinesses, T say! And alas! there are so many of them. There’s the pettiness of the wo- men who do charitable and philan- thropic work not for the work’s sake, not for the love of humanity, but in order to be on committees, to meet People above them socially, to see : their names printed in programmes and in newspaper reports. Once up- on a ‘time, I was a reporter on a newspaper. Some of my friends used to say to me, “I don't see how you | get all those people to have their pic- tures in the paper.” They Crave Publicity. T assure you it isn't at all to get somesof those pictures. On the contrary, there are many people who hanker for such publicity, who even come into the office lugging of the hard “THE BIRTH OF A NATION” At first sight it seems incredible that the production “The Birth of a Nation.” which is coming to Fox's theater for the full week commencing Breakfast. Fruit Sugar and Cream Hash and Toast Diamonds Coffee Cereal Lunch. Tripe Rolls Stewed Fruit Pop Overs Cocoa Dinner. Clear Soup Meat Pie Sweet Potatoes Stewed Corn French Dressing Cheese Ice Cream Endive Wafers Plum Pudding Coffee Tripe Rolls—Crumble fine enough of the.inside of a stale loaf of bread to measure one cupful and a half. ‘Add to it one tablespoonful of very finely chopped onion, one tablespoon- ful of chopped celery, a quarter of a teaspoohful of salt, butter; mix all very thoroughly together. Cut tender plain boiled tripe into pieces three by six inches, spread each with the filling and roll, fastening with a toothpick. Lay on a baking pan, baste each with a little melted butter and bake until golden brown. These are good elther hot or cold. Plum Pudding TIce Cream—For plum pudding ice cream scald a pint of milk, add to it four eggs beaten with one cupful and a half of sugar. Stir constantly over hot water until it forms a rich custard; strain, and set aside to cool. Dissolve two table- spoonfuls of cocoa in one-half of a cuptul of boiling water and boil for a moment. Chill this and add to the cold custard with one tablespoonful of vanilla and one pint of cream. Shred sufficient citron to measure one-half of a cupful; steam one-half of a cup- ful of seeded raisins and one-quarter of a cupful of sultanas until plump and tender. Blanch and cut fine two dozen almonds; mix these, add just enough sherry to moisten, and let stand for an hour. Pour the mixed cream into the freezer and freeze until like a thick mush. Open, and work in the fruit, then finish freez- ing. In serving, garnish with v:hipped cream. “THE BIGGER MAN,” POWERFUL DRAMA The *“Bridge or The Bigger Man,” a flve-act picturization of Rupert Hughes’ stage success of the same name, is a sociological study, dealing with the barriers raised by wealth against those who struggle in the maelstrom of human life. “The Bridge or The Bigger Man,’ opens a two day engagement at Fox's this afternoon, when the latest chap- ter of “Neal Of The Navy,” several single reel comedies will be shown, Elizabeth Cutty, the charming young violinist will be heard in a completely new routine of ballads and high class selections. Miss Cutty ap- pears at 3:30 and at $:30 p. m. Nov. 29, should have taken such a ter Goers and Pettiness (Portrayal of Abraham Lincoln.) wonderful hold on the public. The groupings of the various scenes, the training of the participants and the realisms of the episodes, are marvel- ous. The cleverness and lack of | fiickering, almost makes the spectator forget it is not living, throbbing life that is being viewed. The scenes portraying the assas- sination of Lincoln are in many r spects the most wonderful. In New York the spectacle created a sensa- tion just as it has in Boston, not only from the interesting nature of the | subject but the manner in which it is presented. Various noveltles are ! introduced on the stage in conjunc- | tion with the production and a Sym- | phony Orchestra of twenty men offer a musical backing for the masterpiece | that makes it triply effective. A small army of effect-workers are ' employed on the stage, under the di- rection of one man who by a system of red and green lights signals the different men when to start and just when to stop any given effect. | HARTFORD OFFICIALS . GUESTS AT POLI'S A party of about forty Hartford city ' officials were the guests of Manager Neal Harper at Poli's theater last | evening, being present to see the pre- ! sentation of the motion pictures show- {ing the dedication of the new Munici- ral Building, which were taken under the direction of Manager Harper. When the caption, ‘“Dedication of Hartford’s New Municipal Building, which were taken under the direction costing $1,670,000,” was shown, there vas generous applause in which the ! city fathers joined. The city officials also enjoyed the presentation of Duvid Belasco’s wonderful political- romantic comedy drama, “The Wife,” in which the Poll Players are scoring a decided hit this week. The play concerns the conflict of opposing political forces, but this feature of he story is kept in the background, being surrounded by the association I pictures of themseives. Mind you, I don’t have any use for the person who makes a fearful protest agalnst having his picture appear. That's a kind of false mod- esty about as far removed from the real article as immodesty. And sometimes it's simply a pretense to hide a real eagerness. If the pub- lic has reason to be interestd in your appearance, why not permit them to see your picture? It won't hurt vou a bit, and the really big people are too busy being and doing to think much about the matter one way or another. Little Pettiness That Broods Over Lit- tle Gricvances. That pettiness ran away with me. You see I still have considerable feeling on the subject left over from my reportorial days. Incidentally it | has crowded out any detailed men- tion of the other pettinesses, but you know what they are—the pettiness that stores up and broods over a small grievance; the pettiness that goes about with a chip on its shoulder al- ways thinking someone is trying to slight or impose upon it; the pettiness that lets envy or the consciousness of another’s superior worth breed dis- like in its heart; and oh, so many more than I can’'t think of just now, but that you can think of for your- self! Of course I don't mean that these pettinesses are peculiar to women. Far from it. But I do think women are rather more inclined to the vice of pettiness than men. ‘We've had petty lives. ~Why shouldn’t we be? But this is a new era. We're not going to.be petty any longer. We are going to be so occupied with | the big real things of life that wei won’t have time for pettiness. R O of the name of the wife of a United | States senator with that of a man | whom she had loved before her mar- | riage, the scandel being spread by a woman whose love for the lover had not been returned and whom is abetted by scheming young poli- tician. ITOX" Women Readers The New material. Genuine Furs. the The New Gabardines, Whipcords, Bread- cloths, in fact the entire list of Numerous Fur-Trimmed, Braid- Trimmed and Velvet-Trimmed models. $9.98 to $60.00 MILLINERY $298 UP COATS Fresh from the makers—in the new- est models embracing every wanted Fine Fur Fabrics, Velours, Corduroys, etc.—many trimmed with $7.98 to $60.00 OPEN A . CHAR'E SUITS season’s popular fabrics. THEGEsAR M| ISCH §TORE 687-605 MAIN STREET HARTFORD. Fads and Fashions The large hat is clamoring to be first in fashfon; but, so long as there | are wind and motors, the close-fitting hat will hold its own. Pockets are so fashionable and so ccnvenient for the little sirl that her = dresses should not be out them. There are so many pretty little soft hats for children, any of which can be made by the mother who is ept with the needle. Fasten your fur boa in the back, with the head and tails streaming down your back. designed with- THREATER NEW BRITAIN CONN. Entire Week Commencing Monday, Nov. 29th MATINEES DAILY 2:15———EVENINGS 8:15 2 YearsinNew York n Philadelphia, 8 Months in Boston| 0, W, Griffil's Stupendous Production | ciago asé- aer sie 18,000 People 3,000 Horses Cost $500,000.00 Augmented Symphony Orchestra 0f 20 OF A NATION The 8th Wonder of the World PRICES—Matinees, 25¢, 35¢, SCC. Niglts, 25¢, 50¢, 75¢ & $1 Mail Orders Now Seats on Sale onday, November 22 Y.M.T.A.B. FAIR Hanna’s Armory ST. JOSEPH’S LADY MINSTRELS $3,000 IN PRIZES Entertainment and Dancing Each Evening