New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 22, 1916, Page 4

NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1916. 'LYCEUM] | The Theater of Distinction— The Best Plays For the Best Peopls In the Best Theater. - Week of Feb. 21 The Alfred Cross Players IN AN UP-TO-DATE PRE! ENTATION OF WILLARD MACK’S NEW YORK SUC- SUCCESS, “KICK| N” INTRODUCING ADELAIDE HIBBARD. ; SECURE YOUR RES TIONS NOW. RV A- Prices: Matinee, 2:30, Tues., Thurs., and Sat., 10¢, 20¢ Holiday Prices Washington’s " Birthday. Nights, 8:15: 10c, 20¢, 30c, 50c. 5 2 TONIGHT Mary Pickford In “MADAM BUTTERFLY” < Jack Pickford In (3 “LOVE: TRIUMPHANT” i | | | Wed. and Thurs. Pauline Frederick in “ZAZA” Fifth Episode In “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE” Thups. and Fri, Edith Storey In “The Price For Folly” “See Why the Germans Can- not Be Starved Out” See Buffalo Times Masterpicce BATTLES OF A NATION” Showing the Fall and Cap- ture of Warsaw A e TOMORROW & THURSDAY e ST TIME TONIGHT is, in STHE WORST OF FRIEND: Helen Ware in “CROSS CURRENTS” The War “THE L. PARSONS’ THEATRE—Hartford WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY (Mat. and Night) BUFFALO BILL (Himself) bl. W. F. Cody in Tlustrated Lecture on SR DAYS” Seats on sale. “FRONTI Prices—25c to $1 ONE. NIGHT. W % The Big Musical Cartoon Rev UTT AND JEFF IN COLLEG Prices—25c to $1. Seats selling. ERFECTLY PASTEUR IZED MILK - SEIBERT AND SON Park Street, Near Staniey, 6 teams. Tel. connection. bICKFORDS PLAYING IN KEENEY FILM Mary Pickford and her brother, k, are numbered among the screen flebraties prominent in the ca rpreting the tonight. Mary appears in pe leading role in “Madam Butter- 5 while Jack has an important part - *“Virtue Triumphant.” Both are features, A chapter in “The Girl hd .the Game" series is also a part the program For Wednesday and Thursday the atures will be Pauline Frederick in Piaza” and the fifth episode in “The frange Case of Mary Page” “A ce For Folly” this week's Big Four fture is promised for Thursday and day, Antonio Moreno and REdith orey heading the cast. [ The Famous Plavers will present rles Cherry in “The Mummy and Humming Bird” Friday and Sat- ay: The vaudev ts in- feature photoplays at iners include liliots Dogs, Hamlin, the electrical fizdra and Eawin Kehoe and Helen elson in “A Vaudeville Dinner.” ile enter N 1 ws for Theater Goers and Women Readers MRS. HIBBARD GIVEN ROUSING RECEPTION Favorite Character Actress- Re- | turns to Lyceum in Formid- | able Vehicle, “Kick-In” | Paraphrasing the old Latin way of | putting it, veni, vidi, vici, and chang- | ing the person, it runs something like | She conquered, i i this: returned, she:played, she | | Irs ¢ meaning of course, N “Kick-in' It the Adelaide Hibbard night at the sion. in Lyceum. was a gala occa Packed to rafters the | old Lyceum held the joyousness of gathering in the old Roman day The young and the old, the the fathers and all were there. It seemed Britain took the night off over to welcome home Mr And she was given a royal reception At the close of the first act she w presented with two massive bouquet and a basket of flowers. Responding to acontinuous ovation she was forced to step to the footlights and make a curtain speech. And a pretty little speech it was. Just the thing her auditors wanted her to There was emotion in her voice as she told how glad she was to get back to her “second home.” Referring to her coming back to New Britain some friend had told her it was ‘‘too good to be true” That's the way she felt about it. too. It has been nearly three years since I first played on the Lyceum stage,” said Mr: Hibbard, “and some of the happiest moments of my career have been spent behind these same old footlights.” Nor must it be supposed that cause Mrs. Hibbard was given such a “glad hand” the other stars in the company were neglected. Not at all. There was the ovation given Miss Julie Herne and a monster bouquet of roses at the close of the third act. The little leading lady fitted just as snugly in the hearts of the audience as she has all along sirice coming to ew Britain. She was as good, if not better, than in many of her previous performances and displayed the same rare talent that stamps her as an emo- tional actress of the first water. And Alfred He also ran true to form and came out with fly- ing colors. In the galaxy of stars he casily held his place and was greeted with enthusiasm for his handling of the many good situations he has to meet as -the reformed crook. In a | nutshell, the whole affair last night was a triumph for the Alfred Cross Players. The company W excep- tinually good. They warmed up to the | occasion, their work showed the re- sponse awakened by the enthusiasm on the other side of the footlights, \nd the play was rendered in perfect There was not a line forgotten, not a word left out, not a mis-cue. And the nmewcomers to the company suffered none by comparison with the old timers. There was Mi Eveta Francis, the new ingenue, a little star who would set well in any diadem. She has all the beauty that should be attendant upon vouth and, coupled with this, compelling personality- Playing the daughter of the Irish landlady. not such wonderful part, * what lines she ¥ are read well and she makes a favorable impres- sion. William Ennis “Whip” Fogarty another newcomer who registered He plays the role of the cyni- heartless and bully plainciothes Because he is big and strong he has no difficulty in creating that impres: the audi- and | mothers, | if New | and went | Hibbard. boys, the sa he- | Cross. as style a a a 1S & as is a hit cal, officer. of body { a character ence. A Irving White, the deputy police commissioner, who all along this one of the anchors to the organization at the Lyceum, comes to the fore in another triumph. This part is something entirely differ- | ent than anything he nas played here so far. and he does it well. He is par- ticularly good in his closing scene when Molly, the wife of the criminal hero cceeds in getting him to set her free so her child will not be born in prison. Philip Sheffield opportunities brother of Molly has one his best the “dope fiend,” e has many good scenes and plays them all effectively. Then there are the Misses Dora Booth and Anna Reader who rendered accounts of themselves. Miss Booth as “Memphis Bessie,” portray { one of the hardened female crooks not effected in the least by the third degree, and Miss Reader has a good part the sweetheart of the man whose death causes a lot of trouble for Molly and Chi Others in the { who deserve mention are, Girard Paterson, and Joseph Henley, who has done some favorable parts in past per- formances “Kick In,” truly punch, a real thriller, and with heart interest and all to make the crook play big. It has to do with “Chick'* Hewes, Alfred Cross, and his wife Molly, Julie Herne, who, after a life of crime, have de- cided to go straight They do not, however, part with all their old Two of these old friends suspected of having stolen a diamond necklace. Chic sted and taken to Police Head- | go0a is with a crowded that goes a play associates. are quarters under suspicion of knowing | something about the theft, and put through the third degrec. Chick clears himself but the police continue to hound him The r thief seeks shelter with Chick and his wife and it is granted him He ungratefully dies on their hands and leaves them | fight | comes | they | furnishes forty-five minutes of hearty | 1 to dispe solved, se of his bod is immediately worse one. The dead had been robbed of the necklace, by Chick’s brother-in-law. And so it goes. A detective who is not playing fair arrests Chick A magnificent | follows during which Molly to his rescue by stabbing the detective with a hypodermic needle filled with morphine, and together | overpower him, The reformed couple themsely the mercy In a full on to sioner, they make clear their inno- cence. The commissioner relents Their trials and tribulations are at an end and they go forth to follow, un- | molested, their life of virtue. Ju a fleeting glimpse to show some of the | wonderful sit at the Lyceum | this weck. That problem followed by a e thief himself | finally throw of the law. the commis- s on confe ions WAR PICTURES AT FOX’S THEATER TODAY | didn’t mean to hurt Mary or- Battles of lded war in this city at ed in addition program, tures at For the actual picted he her: Nation” the wide- picture will be seen Fox's tomorrow to the regular which means two big the same prevailing prices first time in all nistory the hombardment of a city is d on the The interior of an Austrian observation post during the shelling of the outer forts of Warsaw, a telephone outpost near the enemy’s trenches, the firing of the big Austrian 35 cm. Swoda Mor- tars, the answering fire of the Ru sian guns a fow miles away, and fi: ally the complete destruction of the mighty fortress, which was thought to be impregnable, but which crum: ed like paper before the deadly work of the Austrian artillery. These and other scenes are picturized in a vi- vidly realistic manner. Those who advocate for war will find much to interest them 1n this authentic war picturzs taken at the seat of action by Alfred K. Dawson, the war correspondent of The American Correspondent Film Co. The program which will be shown for the last time tonight is a most delightful and entertaining one. Weber and Ficlds, the world" greatest funmakers of the speaking stage have brought their funny an- ties and mannerisms to the screens and inject great humor and fun in their offerings. Today's comedy i “The Worst of Friends’ a three-recl Keystone comedy that is built for laughing only, and which 1y sereen a preparedness purposes laughter all is Helen Ware and an ar support of Griffith principals seen in *'Cross Currents” a five drama dealing with a domestic prob- lem of more than passing worth. Sev- eral single recls of careful selection, exceptio short stories and pleasing action are also on the same program which adds much towards a splendid holiday offering DEAD AT AGE OF 106, Malone, N. Y., Feb, 22.—Cyril Mc- Gee, 106 years old and believed to have been the oldest man in New York state, is dead at his home in Moira. He Wi former St. Law- rence river steamer captain and a veteran of the Civil war ONE YOUNG WOMAN WEARS HOUSE GOWN BUILT LIKE THIS i B 50 SPRING-LIKE D] | k the color of cornflower blue, attractively banded with black velvet, gives this beautiful frock. The full skirt hangs in a modified pannier on the left side, and the surplice waist is edged with the velvet. A high collar in the be sinished front with a little taffeta string tie. Taffeta in I acted on the motion pictur fmob I stana | “THE STRANGE CASE OF MARY PAGE™ (Copyright 1915 by the McClure publications) cach Sec com- them ‘ecn at Read these cpisodes, plete in six insertions. the Keeney Theater. EPISODE V. “‘Dinna greet,’ I said ‘I'll get him, but time. Let Dan RO upstairs and talk to them from a window.’ we mun ha’ Page “‘Oh Dan, says the puir lady, ‘Dan —will that? Tell them you do you me." no, he whimpered, ‘I I But I grabbit him by the arm -or ‘N can’t can't, and pulled him to his feet. ‘Be a man,’ I cried, and I shookit him. ‘Be a man {and get you upstairs.’ | afe in the cupola, Dan, “Yowd be AMrs. Page. I'll and this kind man will go for Philip.’ But he kept sayvin’, ‘No, no, and [ could hear the others bangin’ at the says say with you— | door and I dared not stay, so I slip- | pit oot the way I came and went off for Mr. Langdon.” Mrs. Page, whose anxiety to be near Mary had kept her from returning to the witness room, shuddered at the memories that MacPherson was con- juring up out of the past. The soft- ness which time has lent the tragedy of that chill winter morning was stripped off, exposing the old horrible wound, and she could feel again those groping fingers, icy cold, clutching at her as she strove to drag Dan Page up stairs towards the copula. She could hear his voice, now thick with drink, now thrill with terrible fear—as he pleaded with her to hide hign and to save him. She had been mercifully numb with the horror of it then: consumed only with the desire to hold those men at bay long enough for MacPherson to bring help, .and it was that destre which gave her the strength to drag the heavy bulk of her hushand up the two flights of stairs into the little cupola at the top. She could feel again the sting of the cold dawn wind against her face as she stepped out on the platform of rough boards and dropped the inert fizure of her husband at her feet. Then with all great fear she below to had go with They pleaded away. the had the eloguence of her | fand again the ringleader spoke: seemed all eyes floating on a great pool of blackness against the snow as she looked down, but see the grim mouths below the eyes on deaf ears. Finally one ringleader had cried: “Where is your husband? that we want to talk to.” And had lied and said, “He is sleeping. They muttered ominously at that who seemed stepped to be forward the and have no quarrel with yvou, Mrs. Page, but no drunkard who strikes his daughter and dri her insanc shall stay in this town—Dan Page has got to go.” “He will, he will,” she promised wildly. “I'll take him away toda) He didn’'t mean to hurt u he didn’t know what he was doing- But he'll &0 away,—oh, I promise that.” | again the grim voice answered her “He'll but WE'LL see him off. Let him stand up like a man and talk to us.” At that they all took up the shout for Page, and he, lying on his face on the boards moancd and praved the God he had long forgotten, to save him. How long she talked and urged and wept and pleaded Mrs. Page herself did not remember, but somehow she had held them—still threatening—still ominous—till far down the road she | saw a small speck that she knew was an approaching sleigh with two figures intE At sight of it she had forgotten ev- erything except an infinite relief, and crying in her joy had sped down stairs, leaving Dan Page still huddled in the windy cupola. If she hadn’t—she shuddered and caught her breath in a smothered sob, and for a moment the court room hung in a haze before her and the voice of MacPherson speaking on the witness stand receded to a vast dis- tance and seemed to be again the murmuring voices of that angry mob. | But she fought back the impending i faintness and the rising tears, and as | one bracing himself against’ the im- pact of some great weight, she straightened her slender shoulders to meet without flinching the story of that morning's tragedy. (To be continued.) IRE VELATIONSOF A WIF By ADELE GARRISON N k| | How Dicky and World dia Mr Madge Again Made Right. ‘What Stewart mean? I asked myself dazedly, as I heard her murmuring, ““Poor, blind child,” over my bowed head. Then I remembered page of “David Copperfield,” which I had read so long ago that it one was almost lost to It was Betsy Trotwood, perfield’s old “Blind, had my memory. David Cop- had blind,” when that if he cease to out of aunt, who mur- blind, told her miured, Fer nephew thought Dora and he he would could love each other g0 his mind. She had love was for Agnes, the companion of his Did Mrs. Stewart No— 1 further. known that his real childhood. imagine? would not pur- sue the parallel long before the potency the ot friend's smoothing hands brought me to I readized for time since the telephone rung that my quarrel with Dicky over, What had husband loved 1 clung to those worc verson would cling to him, Through the rack of my emotions, through my grief at Jack's going, one thing stood out, Dicky, my husband, Wy own man, was coming for me. In a few moments would in his arms. The thought stirred me into action. I knew I must look a white-faced wreck. I must not let Dicky imagine that my parting with Jack had affected mc much. I put up my bands and Mrs. Stewart'’s in raine. “Dear friend.” I murmured, “thanks to vou, I feel better now. If you will just let me arrange my hair and make myself a hit more presentable, I shall be very grateful, indeed.” “of she said heartily, “comé right in here.” She led the way to her hedroom, a tiny room opening from the ome in which we had been sitting. the wash basin on her old-fashioned with water she laid tewels for me and left me to self, I bathed orously in my cheeks until some cclor came back and lcoking more like myself, came back into Mrs, Stewart’s sitting room to wait for Dicky's coming. It was not of cordial and the magic my hack myself. first had That my devotedly, a drowning Jack said? me madly, a 1 be =0 took cours my- my the face and hands cold water, vig- rubbing cemblance of feeling and s Stewart's In reality, I had not lon Dut it scemed hours before Plan 1o wait. the pro- the rope thrown | { 1:efore, i Lrother-cousin clenched my hands {irgly Filling | out fresh ! i | | i { pentance the jionged ring of the door bell sounded kW Whenever his every my ring. excited a strenuous one. here,” she said g0 down and let "him in, and send him up here. You may have this room to vourselves for a while, But remember,” she continued, “‘Jack due to telephone me in about ‘three-quarters of an hour, I want yeu to be gone before then. That lad has been through just enough tenight.” Her tender she left upon the words of her gruffnes knew then, as indeed, I that Mrs, Stewar was making a mistake in returning 1o my husb: and shutting out of my life, closed behind in an agony the person should not be Dicky. heard her footsteps down the stairs. reach the bottom? “Will stole a peal of hope to sure it was Dicky" he is nervous or motion is “St. abruptly, “Tn which robbed But I had known felt that I smile, the ki my forehead, a nd The door her. atienc door I Suppose the ul after g0 halt- Would she never You Forgive—? . noiseless it just enough to be able to lower hall. I heard the hall door open and then a sound of voice that sent chair i crened to the door and 1y licar the voices in the me back to my breathless with terrified bappiness. Dicky had arrived! He ran up the sta time, and knocked the room in which I “Come in,” 1 said 1 felt as if my feet lead, Much as loved him, no more have stirred from was sitting than I could have wings and flown to him There was no need for me however, Dicky has the ominable temper of any irow, but he is as royal in in his rages. crossed the room at almost a his eves shining, his face aglow his whole handsome figure vibrant with life and love “Sweatheart! Sweatheart!” he mur- mured, as he folded me in his arms, Will you forgive your bad boy ju this once more? I have been a jeal- ous insulting brute, but I swear to yeu— I . two steps aat at the door at. faintly. 1 I could where [ taken movin mos person 1 his re- He bound, covered his Iips. 1 had heard him say some- thing like this too many times be- fire to have much faith in his oath. Besides, there is something within me that makes me abhor anything which of a scene, Dicky was vine my old, impulsive, kingly wanlted no promises which would be made only to he put up my hand and ag I 1 knew Lroken, later she could | and knew that her pleas were falling Tt is he | “We | And | to | my | 8 at | of | were shod with ! i MARK DOWNS IN OUR POPULAR MEN’S $12.00 SUITS. ... $14.00 SUITS. ... $16.00 SUITS. ... ‘ SIMPLY SAY “CHARGE 1T” $12.00 OVERCOATS. . Now $14.00 OVERCOATS. . Now $16.00 OVERCOATS. . Now 687—-693 MAIN STREET HARTFORD, CONN. DEPTS ....Now ....Now ....Now i | “yes, that's a very pretty and a ve: smart dress,” said the lady I some- {imes go shopping with, in answer to the saleswoman’s enthusiasm about a Jittle gown she had been trying on. “And that's just what's the matter with it. I1t's too pretty and too smart.” The saleswoman looked as if she were finding it difficult to hide doubt of her customer’'s sanity. self, I wasn't altogether sure <he meant and asked her as soon as we were out of ear-shot of the scan- dalized clerk. She Couldn’t Stand the Contrast. “I mean that it's prettier and smarter than T am, therefore I don't like it,” she explained. “I can't afford to wear such a strikingly prets ty, bright-colored gown any more than I could afford to let myself be con- stantly contrasted with a strikingly pretty high-colored woman both make me look pale and ins ficant, ana 1 don’t want to look significant. I have a style of my own | (though T say it shouldn't), but it lisn’t a style that can stand that sort {of contrast.” “Too pretty a gown' sounded stari- ling at first, but the more I thought of it, the more I realized how right she and And when she finally bought a soft. silvery grey zown with just the right toucn of rose color, a gown that ¥ dainty rather than pretty, and quaint her than smar:, ~ gown that eemed to rhyme with her whole pe lity, 1 realized her rightness even more. How Often a Gown Makes Its Wearer Look Insignificant! When you stop to think of it in that | way, how often we see women whose gowns or hats make them loolk insig~ nificant. And not only that, but com- pletely fail to harmonize with them i | sor | I of as | The Too Pretty Gown One would not think of putting pur- ple trimmings on a green gown; vet some of the contrasts between tlp gown and the woman in it are just us grating to a sensitive person as th conflict between purple and green A gown should strike the same gen eral note of the wearer's personality be it smartness, daintiness, - guaint- ness, dignity or any one of inmumer- able qualities. Fvery beautiful musical compof- tion is buflt around some theme, it enlarges upon this, varies it, and em- broiders it, but the fundamental theme keys the whole composition A Good Writer Tries to Keep Ialse Notes Out of His Story. Likewise, a good writer carfeful to avold striking a false note in a story or using language or uations which are not in the key the story This is art. But art, contrary too common belief, is not something apart from daily life. The building op of a home, the setting of a table, the selecting of a gown are all op- portunities for the artistic impulse within us to expr itself in that will give pleasure. Of course, if a woman is clever, enough to design and make her own gowns, she can put the fullest meas- ure of her individuality into them, but even in selecting a gown, one can ex- press one's self, espec in these days when there is such a wide and wonderful range for selection in the shops is always sit ways 1y With M nds, Question—Why Letter Fri do husband always their wives look shabbily dressed and admire their neighbors’ wives, money say vet to buy furnish enough dresses? never pretty Answer—RBecause many other hi something for like want husbands an beings nothing good to T G B {"Menu for Tomorrow Brealkfast. Fruit Broiled Kidneys table- a to taste and scant spooful of arrow little cold water, and it ove white of one e stir in root one dissolved for five minutes iffly beaten once pour Potatoes Coffee Stewed Vienna Rolls | Lun, ggs ahd Potato Salad Toasted Crumpets Pie Tea Dinner Brown Soup Mutton Stew with Dumplings Mashed Potatoes Lettuce French Dressing Wafers Cheese Snow Bal] Puddings, Foamy Fruit Sauce Coffee Snow Ball Puddings. yolks of three eggs until ‘Kllld gradually one cupful {lated sugar, beating all the while, | | When very light add two tablespoon- | | fuls of milk, one cupful of flour, and | | Cherry Beat light, the then of granu- | heat again. Beat the whites of the | eggs to a stiff froth, add quickly to !the batter with one rounded spoonful of baking powder. huttered cups two-thirds full and | steam for twenty minutes. Roll in powdered sugar and serve with Foamy Fruit Sauce—Put " tablespoonfuls of apricot the juice of one ful of boiling Bring to the tea- Fill well three narmalade, lemon and one water into a boiling cup- saucepan point, sweeten , | nection | girl i when | that ORPET HELD FOR JURY, ds With nst Student, eb. 22.—William University of Wisconsin junior, was held for Grand Jury today .in con- with the death of his former sweetheart, Marian Frances mbert The coroner’s inquest ceased suddenly yesterday ernoon and the juror® returned a verdict finding the the came to her death by cyanide of potassium poisoning and recommend- ing that Orpet be held Orpet 20 years and Lambert, a high school pupil A love affair, according to isted between the two, arranging an alibi to that he had not left ited Miss Lambert suburb, two ago ay her body was found Frank Lambert, father of the girl, testified at the inque that h daughter failed: to return the night befcre he found her in the woods he thought she have eloped with Orpet, and he telephoned Madison. Wis. where Orpet attended the university, to find out whether Orpet was there, “I couldn’t locate him," sald the witness Suddenly A Inquest Verdict Chicago, Orpet. is old Miss was 17, Orpet Orpet, after make it appear Madison, Wigm at Lake Forest The next week dead home body might ot~