New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 20, 1915, Page 4

[AUNT MARY” ‘the’ famous book writ- and dramatized by ANNE WARNER, 'Y ROBSON in the char- er of “AUNT MARY” will ‘you think of some one have known in the years ¥ perhaps Mother, her or a real Aunt seats at 50c, matinee sale at Crowell’s, Mon- night. * 3 ODAY AND TOMORROW © 'Wiliam Fox, presents PARSONS’ [HEATRE—Hartford +. + .TONIGHT “DANCING AROUND” ~/With AL JOLSON Garden Show, with 125 -t People :Nights, 50c to $2; Matinee, o $1.50. Seats on sale. S y; Nov. 23-——Elsie Ferguson ‘OUTCAST.” ' Prices, 26c to $2. Saturday. LI’SEATRE enman Thompson’s Celebrated Rural Play 46 Old Homestead | “For Thanksgiving Week NING MONDAY, NOV. 22nd full of Yankee wit and humor. For Balance of This Week FOOT GUARD HALL EDNESDAY -EVENING, DEC. 1, AT 8:15 PADEREW SKI ICES $1.00, $1.50, $2.00 and $2.50. sale opens Wednesday, Nov. Watkins Bros., Inc., 239 Asylum il orders accompanied by check foney ofder filled prior to open- blic sale. H. R. VOGEL 179 Glen St. How Lillian Gale Starts in to Mako Madge Really Like Her- Curiously enough, my first distinct motion after hearing Lillian Gale calmly tell me that her husband fell in love with every new face he saw, that he was attracted by me, and would probably trp to make love to me, was resentment against my husband. ‘Why, I asked myself passionately, had Dicky insisted upon my friend- ship with these people? Suppose they were his most intimate friends? I was his wife, and I had nothing whatever is common with them. Knowing them as well as he did, must have known Harry Underwood’'s propensitiess He must also known the gossip that connected his own name with Lillian’s. have guarded me from any contact with them. I felt my anger fuse to a white heat against hoth my husband and Lillian. .. An ugly suspicion crossed my mind. Lillian Gale’s absolute calmness in the face of her husband’'s wayward affections was unique in my experience of women. Was the secret of her in- difference a lack of interest in her own husband, an excess of concern in mine? Did she hope perhaps to gain ground with Dicky with the develop- ment of thissituation? Was her warn- ing to me only part of a cunningly constructed plan, whereby she would stimulate my interest in Harry Under- wood ? I was ashamed of my thoughts even as they came to me. Lillian Gale seemed too big a woman, too frank and honest of countenance for such a subterfuge. But I could not help feeling all my old distrust anl dislike of the woman rush over me. I had a struggle to keep my voice from being tinged with the dislike I felt as I an- swered her: “I am very sure you must be mis- taken Mrs. Underwood. Such a pos- eibility as that would be unspeakably annoying. We will not consider it.” .o “I think you will find you will have to consider it,” she returned brusque- ly with a curious glance at me. “But ‘we do not need to spoil our afternoon discussing it. Isn’t there something we can do while we are waiting for these onions? This bread ought not to be cut until the filling is all ready to spread between the slices.” Like an animated answer to her question, Katie appeared at the door. Oh; Misses Graham, vot you do -dose.- Heem dry like bone, You feex now 7 3 “I will Be there in a minute, Katle,” I said, and when she had gone I turned to Mrs. Underwood. “I have some almonds ready to brown in the kitchen. But I really do not need any assistance with them. ‘Won’t you talk to Dicky while I do them?’ “Indeed, I will do no such thing child,” she returned. You can’t get rid of me that easily. Dicky’s no nov- elty. I see him every day, you know. Our studios are on the same floor. But I’'m not acquainted with you yet and I've made up my mind to make you like me.” -~ “That ought not to be hard to do,” I replied, and I felt myself a fraud and a cheat for the answer- “I don't know about that,” returned Mrs, Underwood. The shrewd glance that accompanied her words was an {llumination to my misd. I realized that this woman read my dislike of her, my prejudice against her, as she would read the pages of a book. She did not press the subject farther, however, to my intense relief, but led the way into the kitchen as if she were at home. “Aren’t you the ambitious lady though, to prepare your own salted almonds,” she said, as I lifted the towels and she saw the rows of white nut meats: “Never mind, my dear, two years from now youw'll be buying them at the corner delicatessen like the rest of us. I can remember ages and ages ago I did this same stunt, but I got bravely over it. I am al- ways glad to be invited to the home of a newly-wed. Brides are the only women ambitious enough to do these things, and there is no denying that the nuts you get at the shops are not to be compared in flavor to the ones you fix yourself.” LY “I cannot bear the apologies for salted almonds they sell in the shops,” I returned, a bit acidly. I did not quite relish the patronizing way in which she dismissed my labor forthe evening’s supper as the ambitions of abride. “For years whenever I have entertained my friends I have pre- pared them myself. It really is very little trouble, and I cannot imagine changing my habit of years, no mat- ter how long I am married.” 1 took my largest frying pan as I spoke, poured boiling water over it, my invariable practice when usng a cooking utensil and wiped it careful- ly. Then I lighted one of the jets on my gas stove, put the pan over it, and when it was hot put a large piece of butter into the par. “Katie,” I directed, as I stirred the butter carefully so. that it should melt evenly, brown just enough and not burn, ‘put those almonds in the bowl and bring them here, then spread scme sheets of waxed paper over some dry towels on the table where the nuts have been drying.” “Here, Katie,” interrupted Mrs. Un- derwood, gathering up the nuts into the bowls as she spoke, ‘hand me the waxed paper and towels. TI'll attend to the table. You hold the bowl for Mrs. Graham. SHe needs you there. he have He should | Browning almonds means your atten- tion every minute.” s I knew she ‘was right, so I made no protest, and for a half ‘hour or more we worked in silence. I put as many nut meats as would brown well into the pan at a time, stirred them con- stantly in the browning butter, keep- ing the gas at just the right height, so that the meats should neither brown too much nor taste of scorched but- ter. When they were just the desired shade of brown I took them out wita long-handled skimmer, shaking them carefully, then turned them over to Mrs. Underwood, who spread them on the waxed paper and sprinkled salt over them. Before we had finished Dicky’ and Mr. Underwood appeared at the kitchen door, bearing between them s if it were a heavy barrel the tiny of onions. fcave ho, my hearties,” sang out Dick: “Here's your cargo.” They set it down with great care upon the end of the sink then they spied the almonds and simultaneous- ly made a dash for them. Mrs. Un- derwood was a match for them, how- ever. She got between them and the dainties and spread xier apron in im- itation of a farmer’'s wife driving chickerns- “Shoo!” she exclaimed, ‘“oh, you know me! What I'll do to you- both will be a plenty!” “We'd better shoo, Harry,” quav- ered Dicky in mock alarm, and the two fled back to the living-room. We fisished the nuts, then went back to the dining room and the a 1 | I prepared the fillings. Then we bota spread the slices with a very thin coating of butter and more liberal one of fillings I had made. Lillian went at the sandwich bread like a precised hand. She first removed with a sharp knife the entire crust of the loaf then cut it in thin slices, and finally, with my biscuit cutters, cut these into stars and circles. She made | also some triangles with a skill which I could not have equaled. DY I was proud of my fillings when I had them completed. One was made of caviare dotted with the tiny onions so small they looked almost like grains of rice. For another I chopped anchovies and stuffed olives together until they were a paste, while for a third I rubbed the yolks of some hard boiled eggs I had directed. Katie to prepare after breakfast, with an equal amount of sardines. I moistened all of them thoroughly with lemon juice. To me there is nothing so delicate, so appetizing as a mixture of lemon juice with almost all sandwich fill- ings- .o We finished the sandwiches, piled them daintly upon my prettiest china plates and covered them carefully with napkins. “What next?” demanded Lillian. “The next thing is to prepare some sort of supper for you people,” Isaid stretching my hand to ring the bell for Katie. She caught my hand before I could touch the bell. “Supper for us! Are you crazy, my dear? There will be no supper in this apartment this afternoon. I know I've attended them before, and if we take anything more than one cup of tea and one of these delicious sand- wiches apiece—you have loads too many as it is—we can't enjoy any- thing tonight, If you’ll have Katie brew some tea I'll serve the tea and sandwiches myself right in the living- room. Then we can straighten up here and get your table ready. Inci- dentally, those flowers are the most stunning things in that earthen pot. Where dia you pick it up?” “Dick ferreted it out of the kitchen,” I returned. “He has a wonderful eye for those things,” she returned. “Come on let’s have our tea before we do anything else.” .. There was no resisting her, She had her way in everything. We drank our tea and ate our sandwiches in the liv- ing-room, and she had cleared every- thing away and restored the room to order in no time. She helped cut up the cheese and cleared away the deb- ris of the sandwich making from the dining-room leaving Katie free for the cpening of the oysters. Then she helped me spread my embroidered centerpiece and doilies upon the table and to put upon it the dishes what Dickey’s suppers at night are. | and silver, mostly wedding presents, | which I brought out. When we ‘nad finished the table, with the spring blossoms in the center, we both looked at it in admiration. I called Dicky to place the things in readiness for Tis rarebit and the cooking of his oysters, and went to my room to dress, leaving Mrs. Under- wood to assist Dicky or to talk to her husband, whichever she liked. e One problem was solved. I did not need to put on an evening gown for this simple little supper. Mrs. Under- wood and her husband were in after- noon costume, so I slipped on a little | white lingerie gown I had, with broad, black sash, square neck and sleeves reaching just below the el- bows. It was entir suitable for a hostess, although I could not worn it as a guest. of Dicky, and as I came back into the a living-room after putting it on I saw and welcomed the gleam of approval in his eyes. I resented a similar look, however, in the eyes of Harry have | It was a favorite | i i sandwiches. Lillian cut the bread ana | BIRTH OF A NATION AT FOX'S WEEK OF NOV. 29 It is difficult to pick and choose among the most striking pictures of the Birth o fa Nation- The war scenes the remarkable representations of Ford’s theater, with views in turn of the audience, the play in progress and the president’s box, the sheeted Ku Klux riders hastening on their deeds, the mob scenes the happy plantation life which preceded the war, all these excite wonder and admiration. The cast, too, is excellent, each member is individually striking in fa- cial play and pantomine. Young Ben Cameron is a picturesque hero, and the M Marsh, Cooper and G rival each other in daintiness and girl- ish charm. Mr., Seigmann is a stal- wife had told me was like a chill up- on my spirits. It was now well after 7. The ring- ing of the doorbell told me that the Lesters had come. Katie hurried to ward the door, but stopped halfw: as Dicky went to the door im- self. “Come right in,” said Dicky, hos- pitably. As the Lesters crossed the threshold I heard a little stifled cry from Katie. She was gazing at Mr- Lester as if spellbound, her face quivering with anger and terror. “OVER THE WIRE” By DOROTHY CLARKI Helen called me up this afternoon and asked me to go with her to select a new hat; I think it’s the first time I've gone “hat-shopping” with any- one else without seeing one that I simply couldn’t do without for my- self I do think hats are the most enticing things! .... She tried on a great many and we finally de- cided on a lovely little round one— imported, of course. It's made of white broadcloth, the crown being en- | tirely shirred on silver threads and encircled by a band of sealskin . .. A little to the left of the front a dull silver ornament fastening two black feather fancies One slants up and the other down, in a most dashing manner ...Yes, it looked lovely on her Titian-red hair ...... She put it right on and wore it to tea We're having an early din- ner, so I must hurry and dress . You'll excuse me, dear ...... Good- Underwood. The thought of what his l bye wart and insinuating villian. Mr. Benaberry's portrayal of Araham Lincoln is effective in make-up and bearing. Miss Lee provided comic re- lief. Mr, Griffiith himself a southerner, in producing this marvelous pictorial spectacle must have had for his ob- ject a desire to produce a subject that would equal in eloquence the spoken word- A feature, in fact a big feature, of the performance, is the musical score which is rendered in conjunction with the production, syncrosized with every action and scene and presented by a picked orciestra of twenty con- cert players. ]_Menu fo; Tomo?ofl Breakfast. Fruit Cereal Sugar and Cream Poached Eggs Broiled Potatoes Vienna Rolls Coffee Dinner. Clear Soup Roast Chicken Mashed Potatoes Cauliflower Celery Salad ‘Wafers Cheese Chocolate Ice Cream Coffee Supper. Cheese Sandwiches Crystallized Nuts Angel Cake Farina Cream Coffee Crystallized Nuts—Slowly boil | gether one pint of granulated sugar and one-half of a pint of water until, on dropping a little in ice water, it can be rolled in a ball between the fingers. Pour it into a straight sided shallow pan of sufficient size to have the syrup about an inch deep. Drop in the nuts to be crystallized, not al- lowing them to touch one another. Stand aside in a moderately warm, dry place, and leave undisturbed for twenty-four hours. If by this time they are sufficiently covered with the sugar crystals, drain off the syrup and stand the pan in a cool place until the nuts are dry. Farina Cream—Farina cream is made by soaking one-half of a box of granulated gelatine in one-half of a cupful of cold water and in a double boiler cooking four tablespoonfuls of farina in one pint of water, fruit juice or milk. ‘When smooth and clear add one-half of a cupful of sugar, cook for five minutes, then add the soaked gelatine, stir until dissolved and set aside to cool; if no fruit juice is used, some flavoring such as vanilla or al- mond should be used. Whip one pint of thick cream to a stiff froth, and when the farina begins to thicken mix the two lightly together, turn into a wetted mold and set aside until firm. Cream is served with it. to- We heard a man say an unusually mean thing about his wife the other day. “How could he say that?” we wondered after he had gone. “How could he help it?" said the Authorman. ‘‘Help it?” we echoed indignantly. “Why, it was a horrid thing to say. Why shouldn’t he help it?"” “He couldn’t,”” persisted the Au- thorman, “that is, not if he stuck to the main article of his creed.” “What is that " Puts Him in a Hard Place. “That he can never be wrong. He was in a hard place: he had been practically proved wrong, the only way he could justify himself was to put the blame on his wife. It was a yellow thing to do, but he had to do it. Foor man, I'm rather sorry for him on the whole!” “Sorry for him!” sniffed the Au- thorman’s wife. “I shouldn’t think you'd be, after the way he spoke. I think it rather reflects on you.” The Authorman shrugged his shoul- ders helplessly. Is there any more utter helplessness than that one feels | with a person who is constitutionally incapable of getting one's point of view. i Personally I like the Authorman's analysis of the case, don’t you? After all, could anyone be in a more | difficult position than the man who cannot be wrong? The Simplest Way Out of a Mistake. The very best of us make mistakes now and then. Other people dis- cover these mistakes and bring them MAY ROBSON COMING IN NOTABLE REVIVAL A theatrical visitor who will be most cordially welcomed is May Robson, who comes to the Lyceum Thanksgiv- ing day, matinee and night, appearing in an elaborate farewell revival of the At the Lyceum Thanksgiving. comedy in which she achieved her greatest success, “The Rejuvenation of Aunt Mary” by Anne Warner. It s daifficult, impossible, in fact, to give an idea of the delicious humor of the play in an outline of the story- There are many quaint phases, many touches of human nature, that cannot bhe transcribed. There are sudden transi- tions from humor to pathos and from pathos to humor. Smiles are turned into tears and then laughter again breaks out through the mists. Every- thing has been done to make the re- vival ncteworthy. The supporting cast is identically the same as seen in the original production at the Garden theater, New York city, and includes Jack Story, Fred Trowbridge, Cyphers Weaver, John Rowe, Harold Hubert, He Couldn’t Be Wrong home to us. To admit that one has been wrong is the simplest way out No one can continue to blame you for a fault when you frankly acknowl- edge it and avow your intention of overcoming it. But the man who cannot be wrong cannot thus' abandon an untenable position. He must continue to it, no matter what the odds against him. And to do this he is often forced to abandon fair means and take to foul. He has to say mean things and show a yellow streak. He has to lig and® avail himself of the weapon of unmerited sarcasm and unjustified ridicule. It Must Be Terrible to Have to Use ' Such Weapons. Why shouldn’t anyone who couldn'd bear to touch such weapons with his finger tips pify the man whose char- acter forces him to employ them? Besides, there is another penalty for never being wrong. ¥ If you are never willing to blame yourself for anything, you must con- sider yourself blameless. If you cons sider yourself blameless, that meant that you feel you are perfect. If you think you are perfect, you see no need for growth and development and you will permit yourself to stand still. And as the most real happiness and satisfaction of life is in growth, in climbing up and on “to new King« doms of Heaven,” why shouldn’t we pity the man to whom this part of life is closed. Why, indeed? S — George F. Hall, Lester Wallace, Harry Jones, Elizabeth Warren, Emily Lors raine, Edith Conrad, Lotta Blake, Lil- lian Kalber, Ida Laurence, H. D. Moy Kee and others; while the scemi¢ equipment and accessories are entires ly new and of an elaborate nature, Seat sale will open at Crowell's Mon~ day night. MARY PICKFORD IN “LITTLE PAL® Mary Pickford, the idol of motion picture lovers, will be neen at Keeney's tonight in the headline photo-play, “Little Pal” Miss Pickford’s origin- al portrayal of the leading role ln) this piece is sald to be one of her greatest achievements as a screen ac- tor star. Other films scheduled for tonight are “The Undertow,” an Essanay drama, “The Girl on the Bridge,” an episode In “The Hazards of Helen” and “Blake Bagle” a, western picture. Monday night one of the features at the Show.” The vaudeville this week is of a high order. Among the performers who will bring their New Britain en- gagement to . a close tonight are Louise Buckley and Lenore DeLarsh, a pair of clever singers and dancers and The Three Guys, presenting min~ strelsy a la carte. It is a well bal- anced bill and it deserves the patron= age of local theatergoers. than Velveteen suits ever in fashion. are more RUB RHEUMATIC, ACHING JOINTS . 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