New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 11, 1916, Page 4

LYCEUM SUNDAY NIGHT, NOV, V IT PERFORMAN York Amusement Com- Will Present the Cele- brated Author Actor. Mr. Jacob Shiekowitz And a star company of selected Yiddish Players—in a Musical , 35¢, 50¢, 75¢. Crowell’s Thursday COMING Russwin Lyceum JOHN FINNEGAN Tenor and JOS. J. WALSH, Ph. D. in Recital and Lecture Thurs., Nov. 23, ’'16 ALL THIS WEEK The World’s Mightiest Motion Picture Spectacle THE FALL OF A NATION America Attacked! 42 Centimetre Guns in Ac- tion! A Foreign Viceroy! The Union Rescued by the Boys in Khaki led by a modern Joan of Arc. { SEE—Thos. Dixon’s Thril- ling Epic of Love and Pa- triotism. Accompanied by the orig- inal Victor Herbert Music ALL THIS WEEK GRAN HARTFORD. WATSON WROTHE AND THE BIG BURLESQUE A« CARNIVAL, {,E ARVELOUS MOVIE COMING TO LYCEUM ever in the history of the motion ture industry has there been a fea- | e film released possessing the time- less of “The Battle Cry of Peace.” eathing deflance to the propagan- ts who would keep our country in state of total unpreparedness if By could, “The Battle Cry of Peace” f awakened the nation’s confidence. ach day its timeliness increases the exhibitor who fails to book s impressive sermon on prepared- s is overlookng the biggest money- piing opportunity of his career. [from a dramatic standpoint it has er been equaled in the history of btion pictures. It has been called “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” of pictures, he greatest war drama ever shown,” bmething new in motion pictures,” big thing done in a big way.” [rhe work of Charles Richman, rma Talmadge, James Morrison, | Rogers Lytton, Evart Overton, rry Northrup, Belle Bruce, Joseph ilgour, Mary Maurice and Louise audet, comprising the cast is posi- ely wonderful. “The Battle Cry of Peace,” person- by directed by Commodore J, Stuart ckton, abounds in educational and sensational features. [You will see sixteen-inch sh into the heart of nd— ou will see the American fleet de- oyed by a fleet twice its size and ny times its power— ou will see a foreign foe, efficient, hdly, march with brutal.and amaz- power through familiar New Itk streets— [Pou will look down upon New York pm the air—see its forts fall in the @ of the greatest danger ever en- ntered, that of an attack by the be range guns of foreign battleships. fin short, you will be fairly drawn of your seats by the magnificent tal power of this superb photo bima. i shells Manhattan { at the theate: NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER T e S News for Theater Goers and Women Readers A BT EE S SRS 2 g L MISS GRACE KERNS To Appear Here With Masonic Choir of Waterbury NOTED SOPRANO WITH THE MASONIC CHOIR | An event that should prove pleasing { to lovers of high grade concert work, will be given at Fox's theater Decem- ber 5, when the Masonic choir of Wa- terbury will dispense the brand of work that has famed the organization throughout the state, under the aus- | pices of the Masonic Home Building | association. Under the capable lead- | ership of Arthur W. Turner the choir | has been extended much praise for its finished work, and in a resent per- | formance in Waterbury the press of that city speaks in the highest of ! terms of their work. Some of the ! numbers rendered and which were generously applauded by a magnifi- cent audience are, ‘“‘Suomis Song” b Mair; “Bedouin Song,” by Foote; A friend of mine was very much upset the other day, because her sis- ter had happened to read a type- written letter which she had careless- ly left on her desk. “Was it so very private?” I asked. “It was all about that man I met she answered, men- tioning a subject on which she had already opened her heart to me. “But you've told me all about him,” I said, “and apparently you were writing about him to someone else. Surely you must have told your sister before now!” “But I haven’t, she said. “Any particular reason?” They Don’t Confide in Each Other. “No, only somehow sister and I don’t tell each other “things like Now you might gather from this that the two sisters are not on good terms, but they are. Moreover they are very loyal. Bach always speaks enthusiastically of the other’s pecul- iar talents and ability. And vet they don’a tell each other “things like that.” Why ? Well, when you stop to think of it, do we often open the secret places of our hearts to our housemates? Breakfast Tables and Confidences. Isn't it easier to make one’s senti- 11, 1916. LYCEUM THEATRE NEXT THURS., FRL, SAT. AND SUN. The World’s Greatest War Pageant “The Land O’ the Leal,” “Song at ! Dusk’ by Terhune; “The Crusaders’ by MacDowell; “Spring Night,” by Max Filke; “Old Black Joe,” Will Cook’s “Swing Along”; and Farewell of Hiawatha.” Mr. Douglass who assists at the piano and Mr. Webber at the organ are accompan- ists par excellent. To further assist event one of mnote in local musical circles, the committee in charge has secured Miss Grace Kerns of New York a gifted soprano. Miss Kern's work has attained fame as a soloist in the aristocratic tholomew’s church. In the festival tour of Walter Damrosch’s orchestra Miss Kerns was selected as one of the solists and during the trip the judgment of Mr. Damrosch was more than justified by her work. Un- in making ! stinted praise was forthcoming from critics in all cities where the festival was given. Those Housemates of Qurs mental confidences, one's self-revela- tions to someone whom one will not have to face the next morning over the breakfast table, when the glow of emotional excitement has “faded into the light of common day”? I am not thinking so much of hus- bands and wives—that relationship is unique because it is the only rela- tionship ed on choice rather than on consan- guinity. If it is the right kind of a marriage, it represents a sort of glor- ifieq friendship and hence should fol- low the laws of friendship rather than those of velationship. We Do Not Love the Friend So Much., I am thinking rather of such rela- tionships as those between brother and sister, sister and sister, father and son, mother and daughter. How often do these confide in each other as easily as they do in some friend whom they love not half as much? Sometimes we lay the blame on the mother or father, who has faileq to gain the child’s confidence, and some- times on the child’s waywardness. And that is just where the blame sometimes belongs. But again jt be- longs not to any one person, but just to this strange constraint that close relationship seems to breed. T O “The | the | between housemates found- { him. | figure on Broadwa Bigger and Better Than the Birth of a Nation “THE BATTL CRY OF PEACE” Inspiring Appeal to National Patriotism A Call to Arms Against The Triumph of Preparedness Augmented Orchestra With Special Effects choir of St. Bar- | | spring | @ pectation of learning something more | concerning the mysterious man whose distinguished personality had so im- pressed me, “Why! no,” I stammered, conscious that Dicky’s eyes were keenly studying | me. “Is there anything unusual about | Pim? “Well, rather,” Dicky Tteturned; “he’s about the most unusual thing on Broadway. In the first place, he's worth scads of money—nobody seems to have any idea how many millions— and in the second place, nobody has any idea how he got it or who he really is. “He says his name is Robert Gor- don, and that he has been in South America for over 20 years. T guess he bas too, for people Who know say that his securities are all South American, 2nd that he has a grasp of flnanciai end political “affairs down there un- cqualled by any one. “There is something queer about He acts as if the regular melo- drama secret SOrrow or crime were preying upon him; always has that air of romantic melancholy, as if he were iting for the third act climax.” “Why! have you known him be- fore?” I asked, for I was sure I had scen cne of Dicky’s friends introduce Mr, Gordon to him the evening before. A Strange Figure, “I never happened to meet him be- fore, but I've seen him off and on for a number of years, a always haunting the cafes and sitting alone at a table bour after hour, watching, always watching.” Dicky had drawn a word picture with the brush of an artist. I could ee as clearly as if he sat before me the solitary, mournful, watching figure. It thrilled me, saddened me and then with a lightening-like flash of certainty it came to me, the conviction that it was I for whom the mysterious stranger had kept so long a vigil. T Dicky there iaughter. “Shouldn’t wonder.’ “Well, there is no use trip with speculations co body, no matter how romantic. just talk about ourselves and the view.” And, indeed, .the beauty of the scenery through which we were pass- ing was enough to demand the sole attention of any onme. I had never seen the panorama of the Hudson more wonderful as the smoath pro- gress of the boat unrolled it kaleido- scopically before us. Flecked, nay, othered in crimson and gold, the dark purple heights of the Palisades lifted their heads proudly to the caress of the autumn sunlight. On the right the surburban villages on the river banks nestled cosily in their setting of autumn foliage. Hastings, Irvington, Tarrytown, rich in tradition of the olden times, clipped by us imperceptibly.. Then came a row of long, low with small windows, which made me shiver as I looked at them. “Don’t blame you,” said Dicky, noticing my shudder, “feel that way myself every time I get a glimpse of Sing Sing. I hope it won't be long before they’ll pull down that dis breeding hell-hole and put up a build- ing fit to be a prison.” All Alone Together, Every cove and promontory along the river held something of tradi- tional or historic interest for me. Teller’s point, where Andre crossed the Hudson; Treason Hill, where Ar- nold and Andre met; Stony Point lighthouse; all had their messages for me. To my surprise I found that while Dicky had taken the sail up the Hud- son much more frequently than I had vet he appeared to know little or nothing about the storied tradition of the places we passed. s we came in sight of the Storm s a note of relief in % sy - 18 spoiling icerning any- we'll enjoy sented, laughed, and I fancied that the this buildings | vet, mingled with my happiness was !a miserable little fear that perhaps Dicky’'s praise held soupcon of that my comments upon the s I knew and loved so well might appear pedantic in his eyes. A STORY YOU CAN Her Side How Cora and David Temple BEGIN AT ANY 1TIME --and His Solved Their Marital Problems By ZOE BECKLEY | spent a quiet evening, uppermost in their minds. Walt excused himself early and and somewhat dingy hallroom, | sonal atmosphere that enfolded him I from work. Lucy went to a telephone booth i called up Janet, who had just come Nicoll. surprise over the telephone at the lat, at Payani’'s all evening and came b: an old friend’s meddling, won’t you? & touch of guilt. Walt to fill it to homeness. His chai his whistle from the other end of awk There was no telephone in Walt’ would have called him at once. Inste: Madame Renon’s, and soon heard Walt' “Yes?" “Walt—Janet. There was a pause. Then— “Sorry, Janet, but I'm not havin, straight to work!"” house. Call him in the morning, dear, he feels a little put out. ~dly through the little hallway in the morning before he could get out. She had a hard time falling and was awake early, impatiently waiting for The Return Lucy Benton looked up in surprise as Walt came back to Pagani’s so soon | after he had left her to rejoin his wife. She gorebore to ask him the reason. | “Janet's gone off for the evening,” dismiss her from his mind. He danced several times with Lucy neither saying much about the subject Walt said and seemed to and they which was quietly, went to his room on the square. It had now somehow lost its nimbus of sentiment and was nothing but a small much v, tasteful home he and Janet had established, with the warm, intimate, per- meaner in aspect than the chee: ike Janet's arms, when he came home He slept only after a long and unpleasant wakefulness. immediately after Walt left her and home from her motor trip with Roy “Janet, this is Lucy 3enton,” she said when she heard Janet's voice in eness of the call. “Walt was with me ack-there after he had gone to your And forgive Janet already resolved to telephone Walt the first thing next morning. When the elevator boy had told her Walt had come to the house just as she had driven off with Roy Nieoll, she felt a pang of remorse and more t Suddenly the house became too large for her. an It needed r gaped for him. She wanted to hear the flat; his bulky presence moving and the cosy rooms. room at Madame Renon’s or Janet ad she resolved to do it the first thing asleep Then she called 8 o'clock. ’s voice coldly saying: I want you to come over for breakfast!" g breakfast this morning. I'm going {ried to tell myself that the idea was | absurd, preposterous, that I was mad |10 read such a meaning of the man's | interest in me, but I could not shake | cff the conviction. I do not know | watching me closely, read my wild| inaginings correctly, ar whether he was simply talking at random, but his next remark startled me, “Looks as if you might be txe; 13 : : | object of his long quest,” he said. “At | Lol NG e s iy i || Dol el G REEGH S Gl DRGIS uncanny, almost occult hold that the | 1°7% L 0 (o el : man has upon my imagination. e e R e eifieladnen i See what L Isitolh Ao T wonder at my own mental atti- |° S > |3 nistory shark for a wife. I've tude, but T feel powerless to alter it. “Smothered in Crimson.” lamned more today about these places So when Dicky said: ‘Do “What nonsense, Dicky,” I managed 'along here than I ever knew befare.” a romantic figure to say at last. ‘As you tell me, some- | His hand lay upon my shoulder admirer, Mr. Gordon i times, your imagination must be | with a tender little pressure. I fIcIiEnsiorertinciy ]flushed happily under his praise, and | King, the magnificent cliff which stands like a gigantic sentry over the | northern entrance of the highlands, I drew a deep breath of admiration. “To think that it was ever called Klinkersberg!” I said. “Why! was it?” Dicky asked, inter- ested. “Yes,’ T returned, “I believe it was cnce called Butter Hill, and then Klinkersberg. N. P. Willls first | @i bbed it the Storm King.” “Proving that pocts do have some | use in the world.” Then with a partly ! admiring, partly quizzical glance at Janet, with her smile stiffening on her lips, waited for him to make another proposal. But Walt was waiting for her to speak. There was nothing she could bring herself to say. She was afraid he would hear the tears in her voice, if she spoke. A while she waited for Walt's ring; she had hoped for his remorse. But none came. That day was a long-dragged-out nightmare to both of them. They did their work after a fashion, but not with their minds. Their thoughts were numbed under a leaden oppression. Janet's head began to ache and she went home early to lie down and let the night settle over her without heeding. The hours dragged by like nights of watching; still no Walt. He was drifting aimlessly with the human tide flowing from work to a million homes. He alone had none, he thought. He was not missed much from the one home that should be his out of the wide world. Not for worlds, however, would he go back begging to be taken in and welcomed, he swore. Then, suddenly, without a struggle, without premeditation, with one of those quick reverses the mind occasionally performs, he jumped on a car and rushed pell mell to his house. He let himself in with his key and found the flat dark. Janet's voice, panic striken and suffering, sounded strange and indescribably touching to him. “Oh Walt, Walt, if you hadn’'t come soon I would have—I don't know | what I would have done to myself!"” in this paper for par- Read Adv. ulars. whether Dicky, ’t take a violent purgative. Right By ADELE GARRISON e sluggish condition with the sate, vegetable remedy which has held pubs l | “Proving the Poets Do Have Some | Use in the World.” ic confidence for over sixty years. I cannot understand the queer sen- cation which the very utterance of the ; namg of Mr. Gordon gives me. Why lmc personality of this elderly man | should affect me so strangely is a | dcep mystery to me. romantic manner | Of course the est Sale of Any Medicine in the World, | Sold everywhere. In boxes, 10c.. 25e easily, with which he followed me and traced | | vealize what | elderly : { me until he discovered that 1 was the ! turned to him, thrilling with the ex- 1