New Britain Herald Newspaper, January 28, 1916, Page 4

LYCEUM The Theater of Distinction— The Best Plays For the Best People In the Best Theater. Tonight and Tomorrow “THE CHRISTIAN” Week of Jan. 31§ The Alfred Cross | Players ‘ comedy in prologue (2 acts § an epilogue. Same Prices, Matinee 10¢, 20¢ Night, 10c, 20c, 30c, Seats at Crowell’s Drug Store e 50¢ TONIGHT. Richard Bubler In “A MAN’S MAKING” Big Four Feature. TONIGHT AND SAT. Blanche Sweet in “THE CASE OF BECKY"” “DESTINY.” Essanay Photodrama. Do You Know About the Forces That Conspire to Color the News You Read? “The Fourth Estate” The pulsating and gripping drama, of today made in and around the plant of The Chicago Herald, at FOX’S TODAY and TOMORROW Brealkfast Stewed Prunes Cereal with Milk Egg Cutlets Hot Roils Coffee Lunch Grilled Chops Potato Chiy Beet Salad Sweet Wafers Cocoa Dinner 1 Carrot Soup " Tournedos of Beef with Olives 'Stuffed Potatoes Braised Celery Cauliflower Salad Apple Fritters i Coffee Egg Cutlets—Put one tablespoonful £ butter in a saucepan stir in one ta- plespoonful of flour, add one cupful of hilk, boil three minutes stirring all e time, remove from the fire, add iwo tablespoonfuls of cooked ham, our chopped mushrooms, four hopped hard boiled eggs, seasoning bt salt, pepper and nutmeg. - Turn put on plate to cool. Shape into cut~ ets. Brush over with beaten eg: oll in fine bread crumbs, fry in smok- g hot fat. Serve very hot. Braised ryv—Wash six heads of eler: Cut. off leav: and tops and im roots, making pieces four inche ong. Put them in boiling salted ws ler and blanch them for ten minutes. [fhrow them in cold water and, let hem lie until quite cold. Drain them horoughly. Put them in a saucepan vith one onion and a carrot sliced, bunch of sweet herbs, pint of stock, a little salt and pepper. Cover them vith buttered paper and the lid of the cepan, and stew gently for two and , half hours. Add little stock as the llquor reduce: When a fork passed rough it easily it is done. Drain nd wipe each picce, carefully. Lay hom on a hot dish. Pour over them a [good brown sauce, Native eggs 33c¢, Russell Bros.—advt | 1 NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, JANUARY 28, 1916. | News for 1 Theater Goers and Women Readers REVELATIONSOF A WIFE, By ADELE GARRISON Final Preparations Mother, “Today my mother-in-law!" That was my thought @hen I awoke on the morning of the day| which was to bring Dicky’s mother to | live with us. I am afraid if I set down my exact | thoughts I should have to admit that I had a distinct feeling of rebellion | against the expected visit of Dicky’s mother. | If it were only a visit! There was | just the trouble. Then I could have welcomed my. mother-in-law, enter-! tained her royally, kept at top pitch all the time she was with us, guarded every word and action, and kept from her knowledge the fact that Dicky and I often quarrelled. | But Dicky’'s mother, as far as as I could see, was to be a member of our household for the rest of her life. She herself had arranged it in a let- ter, the calm phrases of which still irritated me as I recalled them. She| had taken me so absolutely for | granted, as though my opinion amounted to nothing, and only her| wishes and those of her son counted. | I had no reason to love Dicky’s| | mother. T knew that she had ob-| | jected violently to Dicky’s marrying| me because she had other plans for | bim. She had even refused to come | to our simple little wedding. And Lere she and I would have to live in the same house for the rest of our lives! But suddenly my with shame. After all, who was coming was my husband’s) mother, an old woman, frail, almost an invalid. I made up my mind to| put away from me all disagreeable ! features of her advent into my home, and to busy myself with plans for her ! comfort and happiness. I hurried the breakfast, for T wanted plenty of time for the last preparations before Dicky’s mother should arrive. Dicky was to go to his studio for a while and then go over to the station in time to meet her train, which was due at 11:30. Dicky's Parting Shot. “What time will you be here?” T asked Dicky for about the eleventh time when he had finished his brealk- fast and was ready to start for the studio. “How do I know?” Dicky rejoined rritably. “If the train is on_time ought to be here a half-hour after it gets in. That would bring us here about 12 o’clock. But those trains are often late.” “Can’'t vou telephone me if it is late?” T asked, although I dreaded to ar Dicky's reply. Will you tell me why in creatlion T should telephone you that the train is late? If it's late, why it is, that's 2il. T'll have my hands full with mother, T can tell you. She's more fussy about her things than you are, and yowre bad enough.” My cheeks flushed at his contemp- tuous tone, but I strove hard to keep my temper. . “You don’t understand, Dicky want to have luncheon all ready and piping hot when she comes. If dont know whether the train is late | for Dicky’s cheeks flamed this woman 1 15 keep some of the dishes T'm afraid they will be spoiled. “Oh, piffle!” Dicky snorted, mother isn't the Queen of Iingland, and you need not be so blamed par- | ticular. If she has a cup of gzood tea when she gets here that will be about all she’ll want.” 1 He put his hand on the door knob, | then turned back to where T stood, trying to keep the tears back. “Don’t think I don’t your efforts to have things nice for my mother,” he said, Kkis “but you always t orate stunts that you nerves.” He went quickly out, leaving me | as indignant as T was grieved. His tone and words were so very patron- | izing. i I looked at the clock. Half after | 8 I had just three hours before me. 1 looked around the apartment to see | vwhat last touches I had to sive things. Dicky his room into mine. sing get on my | things were all moved from He had slept in own room for the last time the night before, but it would take very little time to put the final touches on the room that had been his, and which would now belong to his mother. | living room. Won't you coffee, Mis have s Graham?” The Last Straw. “No thank you, Katie. Finish your <hes, and get your kitchen in per- | fect order, then attend to the bath- room. Be sure that you have plenty of clean towels out, and that you put fresh soap in the holders. T will dust and arrange things here. Then we can get luncheon.” “All right, I = feex,” and vanished. 1 made up the beds in both bed- | rooms, putting everything in place, removed the little dust in |a in Katie lected since the polishing of the day before. Looking the rooms over I could find no fault with them, so I went in for a final look at the room which was to be given to Dicky’s mother. The bed was made up with my finest linen. The dressing table and chiffonier were covered with pretty linen scarfs and held nothing save a flower vase and a cushion for pins cn each. I reasoned that Dicky’s mothér would have many little things of her own for which she would want plenty of room. A low rocker stood the living | room and dining room which had col- | | posteards. | or not T won’'t know how to manage | xnown and | tpy. { remained in the dark. | appreciate | i me, | to do such elab- | | came i Keeley's | newsgathering or; Katie appeared at the door of the another cup of | { | | reading table. a small water pitcher and glass, an ink stand and pen rack, and a box '0f plain note paper, envelopes and A tiny stamp book, filled with stamps, lay just inside the top of the box. Two of the current magazines and a book recently pub- lished were also on the stand. “‘She ought to like it, whether she does or not.” I said to myself, and then went to my own room to put on my hat and coat, for I wished to pur- chase some flowers for the vases for mother-in-law’s room, the living roem and the dining table. To my mind, a true welcome should always include fresh flowers smiling at the guest. Dressed for the street, I walked to the kitchen, when my steps were hurried by a scream from Katie. I found her looking helplessly at the cefling, from which a stream of water, that threatened to flood the rcom, was pouring. NEWSPAPER FILM AT FOX’S THEATER “The Fourth BEstate” is here in mo- tion pictures and it will be presented in this city at the Fox theater today and tomorrow. ‘The Fourth Estate” is a powerfully realistic newspaper story and hits at forces that conspire to control the public press with the at- “THE FOURTH ESTATE WILLIAM _FOX_PRODUCTIO! mosphere of newspaperdom ever pre- valent having all of its scenes enacted in the Chicago Herald plant through the courtesy of James Keeley its man- aging editor. James Keeley, owner and editor the Chicago Herald is one of the be ewspaper f sional cax matter of new - personal side of his life that has ever He was an ur- chin in the slums of London when he was beset with the desire to come to America and purchased a ticket which landed him in Leavenworth, Kan., in- stead of New York. Keeley worked in various capacities and finally entered newspaperdom via the correspondent route. Finally, he became a full fledged newspaper man and worked in Kansas City, Memphis and Louisville. Soon after joining the staff of the Chicago Tribune he be- its city editor, and later its managing editor and general manager. maxim has always been “When you print a ne ou en- ter into a contract with your readers to give them the news of the day.” Keeley has 's had a reputation for being a ruthless taskmaster. for he dominates every department of his nization. ders go to h signed “J. K. employees stand in awe of him and ir awe of his initials for no cure against his biting s stab of his sear eve Keecley has the faculty of dropping word of praise in such a ws will be stored in memory like the greatest treasure. Tt is said that there are reporters scattered about who cherish among their few possessions telegraph forms upon which are writ- ten two words: “Thank You” and signed “J. K.” Those messages, shot perhaps half way around the world, are Keeley piece of work and the recipients guara them as sacredly as if each were an iron cross. There will be several exceptionally good single reel dramas and comedies to augment the showing of “The Tourth Estate” which should draw -apacity business for the coming two PARSONS’ THEATRE—Hartford TONIGHT ND SATURDAY, (Matinee Sat.) MIZZI HAJOS in “POM-POM” Nights, 25¢ to $2; Mat., 25¢ Seats selling. a stay a Prices: to $1.50. All Next Week (Mats. Wed. & Sat.) “EXPERIENCE” Seats Fri Mail Orders Now. Prices: Nights and Sat. Mat. 2Z5¢ to ‘nea,r the only window, and beside it a | $1.50. Wed Mat., 25¢ to $1.00. On this I had placed’ jroom. Was there any evidence | | | n in this coun- that it | ppreciation of some good | | just enough | | | ghostly “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE” (Copyright 1915 by the McClure publications) Read these episodes, each com- plete in six insertions. See them acted on the motion picture screen at the Keeney Theater. EPISODE 2. “Was the first—or the shot?” “I don’t know. They came about simultaneously, I should say, and then one of our bell-hops comes run- ning down the hall shrieking, ‘It's in the gray suite! It’s in the gray suite! and I ran down to that door. When I got there—” He paused and gulp- ed, and a little shiver ran through Mary. For an instant her eyes closed. “When I got there,” the detective continued, “Mr. Langdon was kneoci- ing on the floor lifting up Miss Page, who was in a faint, and saying over and over, ‘Mary, Mary, did you do this?” And just beyond them was the body of David Pollock, shot through the heart with the revolver beside him.” “Was that revolver nearer to Miss Page or to Mr. Pollock?” the query snapped like a whip lash, and Far- ley’s answer brought a whispering stir of excitement in the court. “It was just beyond the finger tips of Miss Page’s hand, which lay limp- 1y beside her.” “Did Miss Page say anything in re- sponse to Mr. Langdon’s question?’” “‘She was unconscious,” Farley sald, “and I answered him. T said, ‘Not did che do it, but WHY did she do it, Mr. Langdon.’ “Did you see Mijss Page enter suite where Mr. Pollock was?” “No sir. I couldn’t see the door of the suite from where I was, but there are only two other doors along the carridor and they both open into private rooms or card parties and such things. Those doors were open, and as I could see her as she passed them she must have entered that suite or continued down the corridor to the ele or and stairs.” What was the scream the condition of the of a struggle ?”’ ‘“Yes, sir; that is to say, of whiskey that upset and had a bottle was on the table was dribbled onto the carpet, and there was a broken glass on the floor. Miss Page’s coat was crumpled in a heap back of the door with her evening bag—open—on top of it, but that was all.”” “And having found Mr, with Mi Pollock, what did you do?” “Well,” the detective shook his head a little rucfully, “by the time I had made surc that Mr. Pollock was dead, the stoutish man was shouting for a doctor, and the room was filled with a lot of hysterical people from the banquet and the supper dance downstairs, and Mr. Langdon got up and shouted: “ ‘For God’s sake, Farley, get these people out and send for the police!’ I knew he was right, and I ordered them out. We had some trouble with one man, the leading man in the Page company, and Mr. Langdon asked him to telephone for a doctor, as well as for the police, because Miss Page was still unconscious. He went to do that, saying he would send up a spe- cial force of the hotel porters to clear Langdon the corridor, and then Mr. Langdon | and T went back into the room.” “Was Miss Page conscious by that time?” There was a sarcasm in the voice now and Farley’s reply couched in the same tones. “When I got back in “Do you suite?” “Yes, sir.” “How ?” “Well, theres wasn’t any way for her to have gone with us at the door ex- cept down the fire-escape, and the mean she had left the e window was open, but she wasn't }a ht at that time.” “Then you mean,” said the prose- cutor sharply, ‘that this supposedly ill and conscious woman, in the few moments .which you_spent in parley in the corridor, got up, climbed through a window and down a fire escape and was out of sight before you got back into the room?” “Yes,.sir.” “That is - all,” said the District At- ‘torney with a grim triumph. Turning | he said a word to the clerk who call- ed sharply: “Mary Page take the stand! At the sound of her name Mary rose unsteadily to her feet, her eyes turn- ed appealingly to Langdon, one trembling hand crushing back the little cry that rose involuntarily to her lips. But her agitation was more than an echo of the excitement (To Be Continued.) MY STYLE DIARY By DOROTHY CLARE January 28. in the tropics! Is there A dance anything more wonderfully romantic? We went to one last night, and, after hat, the thought of going to one of our conventional city or even country dances will be so commonplace! Such its reflection on the of the palm a moon with water—the silhouette tre Here I remibic on when I mecant only to jot down a description of a marvelous fan that Lady Renwick was carrying las; ht—it was almost bevond dese The body of it was made to represent a peacock, with a mirror embedded in its breast—its feet formed the handle, and the real was its beautiful spreading handled it exquisitely, and on. She it gave a satin and spangle costume. “BALDPATE,” HAS Melodrama of the good old- hioned sort, with a goodly supply liains, an adventuress or two, careless display of guns to tickle the nerves of the audience, a murderous shot, graft disclosures, a wad of money large enough to make {he chief of police turn crook, and an o0ld man hermit ghost who is just as as such characters usually are and who furnishes a lot of the live fun of the play-—these supply the chief material out of which George M. Cohan has fashioned the mystery farce “‘Seven Keys to Baldpate,” from Farl Derr Biggers' mnovel, which Alfred Cross has selectetd for next week’s attraction at the Lyceum. HILLCREST CHURCH NOTES. The Ladies’ Aid society has elect- ed the following officers for the en- suing year: President, Mrs. Eliabeth A. Edwards; secretary, Miss Agnes Stebbins; treasurer, Mrs. George A. Pickett. The president and Mrs. Elia- beth were appointed a committee to draw up a constitution and by-laws. | “EXPERIENCE"” AT COMEDY THRILLS | | | | PARSONS’ NEXT WEEK George B. Hobart’s modern morality comedy drama co ater, Hartford, for all the week com- mencing Monday, January 31st. W liam Elliott, F. Ray Comstock and Gest announce their famous > organiation which had run in New York and has just completed its sensational five months, run in Boston, will come to Hartford and the same magnificent production which v seen in New York and Boston will be given in Hartford “Expericnce’ organization which had runs this year and during its five months in Boston it w nec ary in order to accommodate the crowds to play at the enormous Boston Operz House, which heretofore has been considered too large for dramati. productions. During the nine months run in New York “‘Experience” play- ed at three different theaters in suc- cession; and this year it has played to the largest audience ever known in Boston, Providehce, Portland and res to Parson’s the- ! | i Page and the body of David was | 1 | ! the room, sir—Miss Page had disappeared!” “HARTFORD'S MOST HELPFUL LADIES’ and MISSES’ $5.98 VALUES UP TO $14.75. STORE.” VALUES UP TO $14.75. l SIMPLY SAY:—“CHARGE IT” \ Values Values Values LADIES SUITS. LADIES’ SUITS. LADIES’ COATS. TRIMMED HATS. Crepe de Chine Waists $2.98 Values up to $4.49, Gdrl's.Y Coats $3 .98 Values up to $5.98. up to $18 up to $24. up to s Values up to $10.00 .. . $9.98 $12.98 $7.98 . $1.98 up to $6.00. $16.75 Ladies’ D) Valu Values up to $3.98, no | that sweptithrough the crowded room. | { uncle (ther touch of color to her black | MEN’S SUITS AND OVERCOATS §1200 SUITS For ... $14.00 SUITS For $16.00 SUITS For OVERCOATS At Same Reductions. THECAESAR MiscH §TorE 687—695 MAIN STREET HARTFORD A Let’s-Pretend Neighborhood “IF WE COULD only have our real friends for neighbors what a lot mora fun we could get out of life,” sighed Molly, the little stcnographer lady, the Cther cvening, as she reluctantly got ready to make the three-quarters of an hour trip that.lies between her home and that of the Lady-who-al- ways-knows somehow. That is a thought which occurred to me, thought not in precisely that form. s often xpressed | | It is a day dream with me one of{ those “let's-pretends” with which beguile tedious moments of i in any situation where for one r or another I cannot read. How “let’s-pretends” change with years, by the way. Once upon a time I used to pretend that a long-lost was no such personage in the family, but that did not trouble me) had come back from parts un- known fabulously wealthy, selected me as his favorite niece and showered luxuries upon me. Now I make for myself something which would have secemed very tame, then, an ideal neighborhood into which I gather per- haps a dozen friends from all over the ity, or rather from all over the coun- our Neighborhood With Real Back Yards. In my mind’s eve this is always a country town neighborhood with com- fortable, unpretentious houses, broad lawns and beautiful back yards prop- erly fitted for children’s play with ap- ple trees and bulkheads and hen- houses and even a brook. But the prime feature is that none of us lives more than a ten-minutes, walk from any other, and so the evening’s good A Country the | time, is never haunted by the thought | of a long, tedious trip home. We Never Plan Our Good Times Heres Moreover, in this town of let's pres tend, we do not have to formally pits our good times in advance, with the inevitable disadvantage of all planned good times, that when the evening comes we don’t feel in the right mood, we simply call up a few friends for a table or two of bridge, or a lif tle dancing. Or, better still, two ol three folks chance to drop in and we find ourselves launched on a firelight voyage of talk, in the course of which we touch at many fascinating lan not only those the geography bug other countries of the mind and spirié And then sometimes at week endd we take long tramps into the wcod$ and have grown-up picnics with camf fires and coffee and bacon and outdoof appetite and zest. An Ideal Sunday Afternoon. And on Sunday afternoons ther® is alw candlelight and firelight d music in someone’s home In a neighborhood like this, doesn' it seem as if it would be easier to red member that sunshine and love an friendship and books and health an: self-respect are the realities of life anfl that piling up possessions and outshing ing other people and getting on il society and other things like that meg just husks? 1 am sure it would be. And T won der that we don't make more effoff to create such a neighborhood in& stead of tamely slumping down in any place where the air and the soclal tone are good enough and other ciré cumstances make it most convenief for us to live. b B (@ Ry S most of these cities to give breakfast matinees at 10 o’'clock in the morn- ing in order to accommodate the crowds who demanded seats. In twelve realistic and beautiful scenes “Experience’” tells the thrilling story of the adventures of Youth in search of fame and fortune. in intere The play shows Youf going into the world with Experiencé by his side as his best teacher am this allegorical romance with ft§ scenes laid in New York is one of thé most powerful sermons and a pj which after all is one of the lvel{§st It is an | and most entertaining girl shows im= Worcester. It has been necessary in | intensely human story that never lags Iagmable.