New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 27, 1915, Page 4

Livae RUSSWIN LYCEUM TONIGHT AL ound the. ' World Tour ot B EROY, § ALMA and BOSCO | Exponents of Hindoo Magic D-Europeans- 50 Tons of Paraphernalia, 0 Head of Live Stock. [CES 250 to $1.00. News for Theater Goers and Women Reader REVELA \ By ADELE The COrisis of the Next-Door Neigh- bor’s Baby and What it Revealed. There is nothing in the world so pitiful to witness as the suffering of a baby. We all realized this when the maid from the apartment across the hall from mine rushed into my living room, holding in her arms a tiny Laby, and blue as if it were already dead. “Is the baby deead?" her face convulsed with grief and fear. “My madam is at the theatre, and the baby has been fretty for two hours, and just a minute ago he stiff- ened out like this. Oh, dear! oh, dear!” she began to sob. “Stop that!” Lillian Gale’s voice rang out like a trumpet. ‘““The baby is not dead. It is in a convulsion. Glve it to me and run back to your apartment and bring some warm blankets.” Of the six people at our little ch: ing dish supper, suddenly inte rupted, she was the only one who knwe what to do. I had been able to quiet Mrs. Lester’s hysteria by tell- ing her at once that the baby was not her own, as she had so wildly imagined but I was helpless before the baby’s dQanger. Lillian’s orders came thick and fast. “Mrs, Graham, quick, get the wash boiler, a foot bath, anything big enough to put this baby in. Put some hot water in it and bring it here, with some dry mustard; Dicky, Harry’ Frank, one of you phone for a doctor. Daisy, stop crying and help me here.” As she spoke she had taken the she gasped, = so0 OF A GIRL” Vitagraph Comedy ROSES OF MEMORY” “+Ealson Film Today and Tomorrow ‘William Fox Presents NANCE O’NEIL The Peerless Fmpress of Stormy Emotion in “A 'WOMAN’S PAST.” Thrills, - amazes, startles dumbfounds with its wift, strong and dramatic jon' that sweeps ‘like a ent to a mighty climax. Now Appearing JOSEPHINE DAVIS " The Queéen of Ragtime FOOT .[iUAREl HALL WEDNESDAY EVENING, DEC. 1, AT 8:15 >)ADEREWSKI ices $1, -$1.50, $2 and $2.50 Tickets Now on Sale at WATKINS BROS,, INC, 239 Asylum St. Stelnway Plano Used Direction : C. 'A. Ellis baby from the maid and was deftly undressing the tiny, rigid body. I rished to the kitchen, to find Katie already filllng a foot bath, a relic of my boarding house days, with hot water. “I hear’ Miss Graham, T tink I get it ready queeck,” she sald as she worked. “That was splendid, Katie.” T an- swered gratefully, snatching the mus- tard from its shelf and hurrying | ba;k, followed by Katie bearing the | tub. “Daisy, take the baby a minute.” Mrs, Underwood laid the unconscious | infant in Mrs. Lester’s trembling arms | and, pushing up her loose sleeve to the shoulder, plunged her elbow into the water. “Just right,” she commented. | “Here,” she held out her hand for the mustard. T handed it to her and | she shook a liberal portion into the water. . “Stir that around so that it will | dissolve.” she said. As I did so she took the baby from Mrs. Lester's arms and kneeling, immersed the little body in the hot water. “Hold him while T rub him,” she said to me. T obeved her, but as T took the baby in my arms she noticed my face. T had never held a baby in my life and I was afraid T might drop or injure it. “You can’t hurt him,” she said en- couragingly. “There! One hand under | his back; that's right.” “Katie,” She was rubbing the tiny limbs vigorously, yet tenderly, as sho spoke. ““Yes, Missis Underwood.” Katie dashed forward, eager, alert to help. “Bring me a wollen blanket. We can't wait for that idot.” How Madge Helped. “All right,” Katie dashed for my bedroom door, but the appearance of the maid laden with blankets stopped her., 8She came back and, snatching a blanket from the other girl, held it ready for Mrs. Underwood’s need. “Put it on the steam pipe, Katie,” Mrs., Underwood looked up an instant and smiled at the girl—'and stand right by it ready to hand it to me when tell you.” She kept up her rubbing, while T held the baby, afraid even to breathe. The maid had fallen ofi her knees and was praying silently. Mrs. Lester, her desire to help and her longing to rush home to her own baby, was beside us. Katie stood like a sentinel at the steam pipe. Dicky was at the ielephone, where I could hear him trying to get the number of a physi- T FOR TAT” AT PARSONS’ THEATER . irth and melody, pretty girls ga- ‘bright costuming and brilliant ry, real singers fo ° sing, e, real comedians to give point humor, a wonderful dancer to the ensemble, and a chorus of and an orchestra of thirty as a ~ musical foundation as a ome of the many reasons why hew musical comedy “Tit for Tat” e of the best musical productions he season. it for Tat” comes to the Parsons ter next Wednesday matinee and t. real “Young America.” }al human quality coupled with a 0f genuine sincerity is sounded oung America’” the tremendous- iccessful comedy which Cohan & tls will present at the Parsons ter, for three nights and Saturday a beginning Thursday. The p¥is a barefooted boy whose love is dog gets him into all sorts of uities and finally into a good e, but his experiences before he es there will excite sympathy and ve happy childhood memori lways, i possible, have the kfast room in a light “and sunny ©f the house. cian in the mnext block. Mr. Lester and Mr. Underwood stood helplessly near him. “There,” Lillian’s voice in its relief betrayed the anxiety she had felt. “He’s coming out of it.” T could detect no movement of the little body and I looked inquiringly at her. “His eyelids are twitching,” said in answer to my look. Even as she spoke the jaxed, the terrible blue look faded from the little face, and the baby grasped his way back to life. “Quick, Katie the blanket. the warm side toward me.” Katie rushed forward, obeying directions like a soldier. As she reached Mrs, Underwood’s side Lil- iian lifted the baby out of the water and, laying it, dripping as it was, on the warm blanket, wrapped the woolen folds about it, and sitting down in the nearest chair laid the baby flat on her lap, looking anxi- ously into the tiny face. she Hold Graham, fill it and bring it here. Katle put the teakettle on the gas stove. I may have to add some hot water to this in the tub if another seizure comes.” Baby's Mother Arrives, “Oh, will he have another?” Mrs. Lester cried out, and the girl on her knees echoed her words with a long, highpitched wail, “If you utter another sound I shall lock you in a room by yourself until your mistress comes home. rs, Underwood spoke slowly, ten- , to the maid, and the girl obeyed mutely. limbs re- | “If you have a hot water bag, Mrs. | TIONSOF A WIFE GARRISON “Who is the baby’s she asked the girl. “Dr. Matthews, on Eighty-fifth street. He is out of town.” “I am afraid another of these may come on.” Lillian spoke half to her- sclf, then sharply to D who had Lung up the receiver and was coming toward us, “Well?” “Dr. Pettit, in the next block, will be here directly.” “Good! Do you know these people across the hall when you see them? “I would know the man. I never have seen his wife.” “Then you wait in the hall between these two apartments until they come home, They ought to be here pretty soon; the theatres are out by this time. Try not to frighten the mother any more than you can help. Tell her first that the baby is all right now, hut was ill, and is in here.” She turned to her husband. “H: g0 down to the doorway that doctor, so that he physician won’t waste any time getting up here.” Daisy ifully, Lester w subbing quitely, Her husband stood by her side, his arm arond her shoulders, I had a sudden glimpse of the power of. a baby's danger to bind husband and wife together. The sight of another child’s peril had brought Frank Les- ter to his wife’s side to comfort her, where, during the evening, he had sneered at her fears. “Frank, take Daisy home.” Mrs. Un- derwood spoke decidedly. “Oh, no, I ought not to go while that lttle thing is sick.” - Poor little Mrs. Lester's words were brave, but her voice betrayed her longing to as- stre herself that her own baby was safe. “Nonsense!” As usual, Mrs. Under- wecod carried her peint. ‘“‘Here are four women and two men, without you and Frank. You are not needed in the least so get home to your baby. Find your own things, though. I want Mrs. Graham here.” They hurried away like two frigh- ened children. They had barely gone when Mr. Underwood ushered in the doctor, The physician was a tall, thin, young man, with a look of efficiency about him. He looked at the baby | carefully, laid his hand upon the tiny | fcrehead then straightened himself. “Is there any way in which this child’s parents can be found? Mr. Underwood evidently had told him of the nature of the scizure and the scnce of the parents on the way np. Lillian Gale’s face grew pale under | her' rouge. “There is asked quietly. There is always danger in these cases,” he returned duietly, but his words were heard by a wild-eyed woman in evening dress who rushed through the open door, followed by a man as agitated as she. I said an unconscious thankfulness. The baby’s mother had arrived. ab- danger, doctor?” she prayer of | Menu for Tomorrow | Breakfast Fruit Kidneys Fluted Potatoes Coffee Stewed Sally Lunns Dinner Mock Bisque Soup Boiled Leg of Mutton Caper Sauce Stuffed Onions Bolled Rice Celery Mayonnaise Wafers Cheese Strawberry Mousse Coffee Supper Brown Bread Sandwiches Cheese Chocolate Tea Cakes Lemon Jelly Coffee Strawberry Mousse—Take one cup- ful and a quarter of the syrup from preserved strawberries, add a table- spoonful of lemon juice, also one third of a package of grahulated gela- tine which has been soaked in three tablespoonfuls of cold water, then placed over hot water until dissolved. Set this aside until beginning to thick- en, then sUir in a pint of heavy cream | which has been whipped to a solid froth; add lightly two or three dozen of the drained berries, turn into a j wetted mold with a tightly fitting cov- ler. Bind the edges with a strip of ' muslin dipped into melted lard and bury in cracked jce and salt for three | hours before serving. | | I | Chocolate Tea Cakes—Cream well | together two heaping tablespoonfuls of | butter and one scant cupful of fine granulated sugar. Grate or cut fine | one square of unsweetened chocolate, | melt over hot water and add to the | creamed mixture. Drop in, one at a | time, three unbeaten eggs, beating | very hard after each is added. Mix together, then sift one-half of a cup- ful each of pastry flour and corn starch, one-quarter of a teaspoonful of salt and one teaspoonful and a half of baking powder. Add this to the | batter alternately with one-half of a cupful of milk. Lastly, add a scant teaspoonful of vanilla, fill muffin pans two-thirds full, sprinkle some chopped nuts on the top of each and bake in a quick oven POLISTHEATRLE ‘Hartford TONIGHT AND SATURDAY POLI PLAYERS “THE OLD HOMESTEAD” Matinees, 10¢, 20c. ¥venings, 10¢, 20c¢, 30c, 50c. ALL SET UP | FOR STORMS, SPORTS AND STYLE | i | Built of invisible blue and green plaid worsted cut raglan and topped by a soldier’s cape, this exceedingly smart garment is belted as well. Please notice the blue silk fringe on the ends of sash, and the trig little turban with its'cutoff brim. LE ROY, TALMA, BOSCO! THEY ARE WONDERS NOW YOU SEEIT, | ANDNOW YOU DO Hesto! Presto! Says LeRoy, Tal- ma & Bosco, at the Lyceum —Some Magic If there is a boy in New Britain who has not seen that noble triumverate, LeRoy, Talma and Bosco, at the Lyceum, then that boy has something coming to him. If he is a real boy he will go out tonight and see the show: just as we did in the olden da when the circus came to town. It we did not happen to have the necessary wherewithal with us at the tifne we burrowed our way into the tent, at the psychological moment. Now in the case of the show at the Lyceum, there is probably a loose brick around the building somewhere fcr those who cannot afford to go up 10 the box office and purchase a ticket, and this loose brick if properly pried raight divulge a means of getting into the opera hous And, belleve us, it's worth any boy's time to pry himself into the Lyceum tonight. For he will sce things he never saw before. And ;11 see things he never even hoped to see. He will also see a lot of things | he n>ver knew existed and he will sec some things disappear. And, if he happens to have a seat in an ad- vantageous part of the house he might even have the happy experience of secing Leroy, or Talma, or Bosco, pull silver dollars from his inside pocket, abbits, or a deck of play- , or handkerchiefs, or um- brellas, or anything. What LeRoy, or Talina, or Bosco can't do, cannot be done. They are wonders. We had a lot of fun last night watching these three unfold their mysteries. We saw them take ducks, and rabbits, and other animals out of Bosco’s hat, and, believe us, when that was shown to the audience, it was perfectly empty. As empty as our pocketbook, all of which goes to show that the hat was absolutely empty. Then we saw the magic screen and the devil's cage and we had a couple of watches taken from our own pockets, watches we never cven owned, but watches just the or mayhap ing card, s Breeding If you had a fairy godmother and could ask her for just one quality, which would you choose? That ques- tion came up in an over-the-teacups- chat the other afternoon. “Beauty,” said one woman, prompt- | Iy “Charm,” said another. “I'd rather thoroughly dainty than anything else [ can think sald another. “That's my ideal.” The fourth woman was silent. We turned to her inguiringly | think,” she sald slowly, ‘that I'd rath- er have breeding in the best sense of the word than anything else.” Her answer was a key to a situation that has long intercsted me. For the last two or three years I have noticed a remarkable change in this woman. She has grown o much more thought- ful of others, so much more pleasing in her manner, so much more poised and serene. I have often wctidered what was behind the change. 1 know now. She has a fine ideal. Don’t You Love the Word “Breeding”? “Don’'t you love the very word “breeding”? 1 do. To me it brings with it in a train of associntion such fine words as “poised,” “screne,” *courteous,’” “gra- clous.” Real breeding, breeding in the “hest sense of the word’—could there be a finer ideal to work toward? And isn't it a wonderful thought that this most desirable quality, this crown of the true aristocrat, is some- thing that any one of us may have that is if he will want it enough to work for it with all his heart. For the be o always been RUPERT HUGHES i PAYS TRIBUTE TO .. “BIRTH OF NATION” When a great achievement of hu- same. Oh. It was great. 1t would take too long to LeRoy., Talma, and things they do. And ht down to if, not what they do can told | tell al about Bosco, about the you come so sure that when we ar While Servais LeRoy, the magician, was playing an engagement at the Royal theater, Copenhagen, in 1908, three kings were visiting the King of Denmark. They were King Ed- ward VII, of England, the Czar of Russia and the King of Greece. One s the four kings were coming ocut of the palace in a carriage, Mr. LeRoy stepped out of the crowd, and, bowing to the royal four, pro- ceeded to extract a card from the air. It was a king. Once more he reach- ed into space and took another card. A king again. Four times he did this and then bowed. The four real kings then bowed to him and passed on. Later they invited Mr. LeRoy to visit the palace and give a special performance for them. Following a twelve years tour which has carrled him around the world, LeRoy, together with Talma and Bosco and a company of 50 ma- gicians, fakirs and jugglers are ap- pearing at the Russwin Lyceum. BLANCHE SWEET IN BIG LASKY PICTURE Among the photo-play features at Keeney's tonight, tr Lasky film story of “The Clue” is expected 1o stand out prominently. It is a four- part picturization of the famous novel of the same name and is pr sented by a company of cclebrated screen stars, headed by Blanche Sweet, the Broadway favorite. Tho Vitagraph comedy, 11 for the Love of a Girl” is also expected to make a strong bid for popularity. “The Dynamited Train,” another in- teresting episode in *“The Hazards of Helen” series and the Edison drama, “Roses of Memory” will be number- ed among the special attractions. ment believes is one of the best ar- ranged this week. Tt is varied and interesting and well worth seeing. ‘Werner's troupe of educated horses will give the final New Britain per- formance tonight. This act has been attracting large audiences to the thea- ter all week. There are some good specialties on the program. “HELP WANTED” IS MORALITY DRAMA Jack Lait. the well known author and playwright is the author of “Help Wanted,” which will be given at Poli's theater next week, twice daily by the Poli Players. Mr. Lait laid the chief scenes of the piay In the office of the firm of Scott & Son, describing others which are presided over by men of wealth and social standing. Mr. Lait introduces to his audience Gertrude Meyer, who applies to the office of Scott & Son for a place in re- sponse to a “Help Wanted adver- tisement. She | to the young girl. The trap is set and the innocent young girl is trapped. The younger Scott, an upright young man falls in loveswith Gertrude and this is her way of escaping the clutches of the older partner of :he firm. Mr, Lait has drawn some very exciting dramatic climaxes in the play. The picture program, the manage- | it as a place not unlike thousands of | | chilla Squirrel! | prettiest that I've scen young and attractive | and the elder Scott takes most kindly | ! of the fur : the cap on cn paper. They are the most mis mysterious persons that ever came into the portals of New Britain. As a matter of fact, we think that the chief of police should keep an eye on this When they get a poor innocent fellow ensconced on an upholstered cushion in the Lyceum theater there is no telling what is liable to happen to the innocent spectator. I he is married they are apt to take his wife away from him, and, if he is not married, they are just as liable to have him married before he gets out of the house. It is certainly some art, this magic. And, when in the hands of LeRoy, Talma, and Bosco, magic comes into its own. You should go to the Lyceum this day and see what these three magiclans can do. Tt is really worth your while. And, fur- thermore, you will have a lot of fun. Oh! Heaps of hilarity. “OVER THE trio. WIRE” ! B\ &z | ARy S S | & | 7 '”;7,'{/7“1‘,'{11‘“ By DOROTHY CLARKE I saw the dearest skating set today Yes, a muff and cap to T was with Marjorie, The muff, of Chin- is the A broad band of fur encircl the head: the top is made of blue velvet like a tobogganing cap, which either hangs down over one shoulder or is wound around the neck, muffler fasi- ion, fastening at one side with a ball - There is a cute of velvet to hold Can’t you imagine what a picturc she made in with her fluffy vellow hair? She asked me to have you up ...... Don't forget, dear . Good-bye: and she bought it is just a round one made but the cap chin little strap | become partners in it in a way with something of the enthusiasm that went into its making | It is that sort of collaboration that I | am impelled to attempt in what fol- lows. When I saw “The Birth of a Na- tion” the first time, I was so over- whelmed by the immensity of it that 1 sald: “It makes production of drama look like work of village amateurs It re- | duces to childishness the biggest things the theater can do. For here were hundreds ! scenes | in place of four or five; thousands of | actors in place of a score; armies in landscape instead of squads of su- pers jostling on a platform among | canvas screens. Here was the evo- | lution of a people, the living chron- | | icle of a conflict of statesmen, a civil | war, a racial problem, rising gradu- ally to a puzzle yet unsolved. Here were social pictures without number, short stories, adventures, romances, farces, domestic comedies. E a whole art gallery of scenery, of humanity, of still life and life in wildest career. Here were portraits of things, of furniture, of streets, homes, wildernesses; pictures | of conventions, cabinets, senates, mobs, armies; pictures of family life, of festivals and funerals, ballroorgs and battlefields, hospitals and flower- gardens, hypocrisy and passion, ec- stasy and pathos, pride, flirtation »1d anguish, devotion and trefchery, self- sacrifivé and tyranny. Here were the | Southrons in their wealth, with their | Juxury at home, their wind-swept cot- ton fields; :here was the ballroom | with the seethe of dancers, here were the soldiers riding away to 'w##%, and the soldiers trudging hqme defeated with poverty ahead of them and new and ghastly difficulties agising on | every hand. Here was the epic of a proud brave people beaten into the dust and re- fusing to stay there. The pictures shifted with unending variety from huge canvasses to ex- quisite miniatures. Now it was a lit- tle group of refugees cowering in the ruins of a home. A shift of the camera and we were looking past them into a great valley with an army fighting its way through. One moment we saw Abraham Lincoln brooding over his Emancipa- tion Proclamation; another, and he was yielding to a mather’'s tear later we were in the crowded thea- ter watching the assassin making his way to and from his awful deed. The leagues of film uncoiled and poured forth beauty of scene, and face and expression, beauty of fabric and attitude and motion. “The Birth of a Nation” is a choral symphony of light in all its magic; the sun flashing through a bit of blown black lace and giving immortal beauty to its pattern; or quivering in | a pair of eyes, or on a snow-drift of bridal veil, or on a moonlit brook or a mountain side. Superh horses were shown plunging and rearing or gal- loping with a heart-quickening glory of speed down road and lane and through flying waters. Now came the thrill of a charge, or of a plunging cteed caught back on its haunches in a sudden arrest. Now followed the terror of a bestlal mob, the hurrah of a rescue, streets filled with panic and with carnival. Life is motion and here was the beautiful moving monu- ment of motion. applauding it the most upnctncularl the breeding I mean is no mere politeness, no formal knowledge of the conventions of poiite something infinitely deeper er and more What a Nurse Said ! man genius is put before us, we can | from their surfaces; by | merely photographs and moving | many scenes, | proached the unbroken fascination ! selection, urface society 1t s and broad- than t About Families. A nurse who is frequently employed ra Wealthy in some of the families whose wealth/g ancestry and education them have given the reputation of aristocrats, told me that they often quarrel in her presence and talk to each other in a dizagreeable and even coarse manner, These are people whom most of us look up to. Just think, if we will, we can place ourselves above them! For tne breeding I mean does not talk quarrelsomely or coarsely evels in the privacy of the family. What the Word Breeding Connotes. The real breeding includes courtesy within the family circle as well as without, forbearance, patience, a deep respect for the rights and opinions of others, a well-modulated voice, the use of good English, a knowledge of gocial forms, absolute personal clean- liness, good grooming, a well-informed mind, the self-respect that gives the finest kind of poise—and withal (andes perhaps the hardest of all) a fine sense of humility that will keep one from feeling any pride in one’s superiorty because one is always so deeply con- scious of the helghts yet to scale. I1f you want breeding sincerely enough, no accident of fortune, no fi- nancial deprivation can keep you from acquiring it. And if you can attain it you will, have won that which places you in the only true aristocracy of the world. TC=e (@ e “What could the stage give to rival all this?” I thought. “What (‘o\lu the novel give? or the epic poem? The stage can publish the voice and the actual flesh; yet from the film these faces were elogquent enough without speech. And after all when we see people we are merely recelving in our eyes the light that beats back we are seeing pie- tures. o 1 had witnessed numberless photo- plays unrolled, pictures of every sort and condition of interest and value- I had seen elaborate “feature-films" occupying much time - and covering But none of them ap- of “The Birth of a Nation.” The reallsm of this work is amags ing; merely sit at a window and 1} actually rolls by. The grandeur of mass and the minuteness of detail are unequalled in my experience. And so the first impression of my first view of this was that it was something new and wonderful in dramatic composi- tion ¢&d in artistic achlevement. In his novel, “The Clansman,” lh\ Rev, Thomas Dixon had made fervid defence of his people from the harsh judgments and condemnations of un- sympathetic historians, With this book as a foundation, David W, Grif- fith built up a structure of national scope and of heroic proportions. Of course, size has little to do with art. A perfect statuette like one of the exquisite figurines of Tanagra 'y as great in a sense as the cathedral of Rheims. A flawless sonnet of Milton's need not yleld place fo his “Paradise Lost.” A short story of Poe's has nothing to fear from a cycle of Dumas novels, nor has “The Suwanee River” | anything to fear from the Wagnerian tetralogy. And yel we cannot but higher power has created the work, since the larger work the problems of the smaller; and countless others. The larger work compels and tests the tremendous gifts of organization, co-ordination, discipline, climax One comes from this film saying: “I have done the South a crhel injus- tice, they are all dead, these cruelty™ tried people, but now I know them as they were; not as they ought to have been or might have been, but as they were: as 1 should probably have been in their place. 1 have seen them in their homes, in their pride and their glory and I have seen what they went back to. T understand them better.” And after all what more vital mis- sion has narrative and dramatic ag} than to make us understand cne an- other better? Hardly anybody can be found today who is not glad that slavery was wrenched out of our national life, but it is not well to forget how and why it was defended, and by whom; what it cost to tear loose, or what suffering and bewilderment were left with the bleeding wounds. The North was not altogether blameless for the existence of slavery, nor was the South alto- gether blameworthy for it or for its aftermath. “The Birth of a Nation” is a peculiarly human presentation of a t raclal tragedy. A PARSONS’ THEATRE—Hartford TONIGHT LYMAN H. HOWE'S TRAVELOGUE PICTURES All New Views Prices—Night, 26c 8be, 26c to 86c. Seats on feel that a larger includes Mat., v MONDAY, NOV. 20 MME. EMMY DESTINN Season’s Song Kvent Seats now selling at box Price 75c to §2.00. office.