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YCEUM HE LYCEUM MANAGE- I[MENT Begs to Announce the Opening of the ANNUAL STOCK SEASON at the SSWIN LYCQEUM on JANX. 15th With the alter Naylor Players = oling Stones” Sparkling Comedy in 3 Acts By Edgar Schwin atinces — Tuesday. Thursday and Saturday PRICES—10-20-30-50 MATI S—10-20c. ats at Crowcll’s 3 Days Advance, SUNDAY NIGHT Chas Richmond, HE DAWN OF in Photo Plny of Class, Continuous 6:30 to 10:13. PRICES—10-20c. Tonight Lasky Feature “The GOLDEN CHANCE” Don’t M ‘Theo, the Balloon Girl Last Timec Tonight Earle Williams in “THE SCARLET RUN R.” Week of Jan. 22. Nazimova in “WAR BRIDES.” enu for Tomorrow Breakfast Oranges d Smelts Sauce Tartare Broiled Potatoes fins Coitee Dinner Clear Soup st Mutton Okra and Tomatoes parole French Dressing Pineapple Ice Cream Coffee Supper Salad Ham Sandv Chocolate Bavarian Cream Sponge Cake Coftee hes ice Tartare—Take one cupful of nnaise. Chop fine two table fuls of cucumber pickles. Press nd mix with one tablespoonful ped parseley. Pound to a paste nd with the mayonnaise. eapple Ice Cream—TUse any good ¢ for ice cream. To it add when frozen one cupful of grated ed pineapple for each quart of QQ When you know physicians have pre- bed Resinol for over 20 years in the batment of eczema and other itching, ning, unsightly skin hptions, and have tten thousands of ports saying: “It is regular preseription itching,” “Resinol produced brilliant ults,” “The result it e was marvelous in e of the worst cases of eczema.” ete., ., doesn’t it make you feel, “This is p treatment I can rely on for MY trouble hen Resinol Ointment touches itch- g skins, the itching usuall .uigu and inq begins. With the mfor esinol p, it almost; always clears away- ec- ma, orm, pim lfi’ mi other dis- pssing eruptien quickly, leaving the in eiflr an:d he‘llthy.y Sold bgy all Use Resinol Soap regularly and you be astonished to find how quickly soothes and cleanses the pores, and the complexion clear and fresh. News fa $50 or make. Its tone-volume quality is unusual. In your home on approval This Columbia Grafonola, of beautiful quartered oak or finely grained mahogany, equipped with the exclusively Columbia tone-control leaves. ON EASY TERMS ON APPROVAL This model has been sold for four years to more people than any other instrument—regardless of name, price, is astonishing, and its tone Come in and hear it. L. A 4 CHESTRUT ST. GLADDING Just Around the Corner SIDE TALKS BY RUTH CAMERON Why He Went Blind Samething was said about Milton's blindness the other night and the Man-Who-Thinks contributed the in- teresting information that it vas caused by his persistence in writing the “Defense of the People,” a poli- tical document, The doctors told him, said the Man-Who-Thinks, that he would lose his sight if he went on with the work at that time, but he thought it was his duty to finish it for the sake of the people. And so he finished it and went blind. Moliy, the little Stenographer- Lady, heaved an estptic sigh. ‘“Wasn’t that terrible, but wasn't it splendid?" she said. How Such Things Thriil You, “It's wonderful how the thought of men living up to their cenvictions like that can thrill you, even when it all happened two or three centuries ago.” said the Man-Who-Thinks. “Doesn’t it show that the real things, the things that cndure, are?” said the Lady-Who-Always-Knows- Somehow. An outsider happened to be with us, “Do you know what I think?"” he said, “T'll bet Milten thought the doc- tors didn’'t know what they were talking about, or else he wouldn't have dared go on.” What Two Men Saw. “Two men looked out from prison bars; one saw mud, another stars,” queted the Cynic. “] don't know what that has to do with the subject!" said the Outsider. “No?" sald the Cynic, GRAN | And we spoke of other things, But "I for one, felt as if something mean and ugly had come into view in a very , beautiful landscape. Why Some People Sec Mean Motives. What a terrible thing it is to always see mud in humanity, and what a self-revelation! Mean minds look for mean motives because they cannot comprehend fine motives. | To show by always being on the lookout for the less commendable motive that you do not believe in high motives Is to show that vou have not , founa the one perfon with whom you are best acquainted capable of acting i upon them. I leave you to guess who that per- son is. With My Letter Friends, Sometime ago a young lady who signed herself M, P. asked me for ad- vice. 1 was to write to General De- livery. I wrote her a long letter which was returned ‘“Unclaimed.” If she wiil send me her real address I will be glad to send it to her again. Question—Could you tell me through your column where the say- ing “Cleanliness is next to Godliness” originated. Answer. In sermon on dress, ' John Wesley : “Certainly this is a duty not a sin. Cleanliness is indeed next to sodliness.”” He may have been quoting from Bacon who said: “Cleanliness of body was ever dis- covered to praceed from a due rever- | ence to God.” HARTFORD Mat. Daily Week Com. Jan. Sth The Greatest “FOLLIES” of All “FOLLIES” BARNEY GERARD’S FOLLIES i DAY N A NEW EDITION OF “HOT DOG” OR “WHAT DOES THE PUBLIC WANT?” GET YOUR SEATS NOW! { moment. r Theater Goers and BIG TREAT NEXT - WEEK AT GRAND “The Follies of the Day” will be the attraction at the Grand theater all next- week, with daily matinees. This is Darney Gerard’'s latest and best show, with a big cast of principals and a beauty chorus. This is one show that Manager D. D. Scullen of the Grand has personally endorsed. There are three stars, George P, Murphy, Ger- trude Hayes and Chester Nelson. All are familiar to many of Hartford's theatergoers. An unusual feature of ‘Fallies of the Day” is the travesty, “VWhat Does the Public Want?” which The Hot Dog Man in “The Follies of the Day.” serves to introduce to the audience imitations of renowned stars of the stage, and their work in favorite pro- ductions. ‘““The Boomerang,” Winchell Smith's greatest plays, is in- troduced in this act. As the “hat dog” man, George Murphy is a scream, and his clever work combined with that of his co-stars has been the talk of every city in which this show has beén staged. In addition to the stars men- tioned, “Follies of the Day” has in its cast Anna Propp, a petite soubrette; tall Edith Malvore and Elsa May, who Teminds ene of Edna May of *“The Belles of New York” Fame. This week's engagement of “The Roseland Girls” ends with the performances this afternoon and evening. Solly Ward and his company of principalsg and pretty girls have entertained large one of | | ture, Sy Women Reader At any time of the da g/akeris Cocoa is a good drink, as wholésome and nout= ishing as itis delicio:aj. 3 IR IR LRERLRA LR Walter Baker & Co.Litd. ESTABLISHED 1780 DORCHESTER, MASS. audiences all week and it is safe to assume that the Grand will be crowded at both of today's perform- ances. THEO’S LAST FLIGHT TONIGHT AT KEENEY'S Theo, the- Balloon Girl, who has created a sensation during the week by her novel ascensions in the Keeney theater, will make her last New Brit- ain flight tonight when she closes her local engagement. Theo has one of the prettiest and most novel acts seen here in many months and she has been in a large measure responsible for the regular appearance of the “S. R. O.” sign during the week. The two young men singers who are as- sociated with her are entitled to con- siderable credit for the success of the act. They contribute a pleasing pro- gram of popular songs and-the au- dlence likes them. Selmo, the contortionist, twists his body into almost every shape con- ceivable. He works Jike a boneless wonder and accomplishes tricks that seem impossible. Armstrong and his banjo also find a place in the affections of the Keeney patrons. This talented musi- cian fairly makes the banjo talk. He dlso plays pleasingly on a number of other instruments. The Lasky feature, ‘The Golden Chance” will be shown this evening for the last time. It is a great pho- toplay and well worth seeing. The next big fllm attraction is scheduled for the week of January 22 when the sensational photoplay fea- “War Brides,” will be shown. Nazimova and a great company are cast in this wonderful film. A STORY YOU CAN BEGIN AT -ANY TIMB Her Side---and His Huw Cora and David Temple Solveda Their Marital FProblema By ZOE BECKLEY The Way to Win a Woman Janet’s mind was of the sort that seeks simple solutions. Like most wo- men, she was guided to a great extent by emotions, intuitions, instincts. She “felt things.” And so strong were thesc feelings that they served her in the place of logic; often in the place of analysis. In other words, she had the feminine trait of living in the Things WERE, to Janet, largely what they SEEMED to be. She didn’t stop to consider what they had been in the past, or were likely to be again in the future. She therefore did not see deeply in- to the workings of Roy Nicoll's mind Not that Nicoll's mind was a hatcher of deep, dark plots. But it was a mind that worked more complexly than Janet’s. It was not alwavs di- rect. If Nicoll desired to buy another man’s business, he did not always go to,that man and make him an offer. He approached the man by a rounda- about route. He worked upon him subtiy, allowing hints to reach him, seeing that rumors of a decline in bus- | iness came to his ear, etc. He studied the man and was guided by his type. So it was in the case of Janet Sted- man. Roy Nicoll desired Janet Sted- man sufficiently to marry her, al- though he detested marriage as a form of spiritual imprisonment. Hav- ing made a few attempts at the coars- er expressions of admiration and had his belief confirmed that she was not a woman to be won by direct attack. he now laid a careful campaign, based as in his business methods, on the type of person he had to deal with. No man could be more charming in more ways than could Nicoll when he bestirred himself. He had an un- erring instinet for taking the right course, which amounted to absolute artistry. A touch of it was shown in his prompt calling up of Walt Sted- man as soon as Nicoll reached the city, to tell him his wife was comfort- ably located for a day or two, and likely to “make a big hit with the wo- men’s convention,” from all appear- ances. The message was charged with just the right amount of enthusiasm; ex- actly the proper proportion of per- sonal solicitude for Walt's own work, which Roy made it his business to keep posted on; the wise flavor of nonchalance in regard to ‘the mad- am’ or the “little lady” or ‘‘our busi- nesswoman’ as Roy varied his appel- lations of Janet. But all his tact and all his care failed to blind Walt Stedman to the true situation. Outwardly Walt em- ployed a reasonable comradery to his relations with Nicoll Inwardly he raged and fumed. By sheer force of will, Wait kept his grip on the throat of ambition. He was tempted a dozen times a week to quit his writing work and go back to a regular job with a fair salary and a fair outlook for ad- vancement. But he crushed it down, whipping his mind into daily submission, sit- ting doggedly at his typewriter forcing his thoughts to take shape in the written word. Walt was perhaps a slow-moving vehicle. But like the teams on a crowded thoroughfare, he | Kept to the right. He could no more be deflected from his purpose by an attack from Roy Nicoll than a Con- | nestoga truckhorse could by of a lady's riding whip. “I know something tco about the way to win a woman,” sald Walt grimly to himself as he hung up the receiver after Nicoll's call, “Especially MY weman. A girl like Janet cannot be thethered on a short rope. I doubt if a right-minded woman needs any rope at all,” he reflected. “That’s been man’s mistake all through the ages—keeping woman at the end of a rope. “And it doesn’'t seem to matter much whether a woman is a ‘lady,’ pampered and hung with gewgaws, or whether she’s a ®kitchen drudge, or whether she’s a poor, hired plaything of men, she’s tied at the end of a rope. Perhaps the ‘lady’ is the least free of all, for she is some man’s life- long personal property. “Well—my girl shall have her freedory’ murmured Walt grimly, as he sat down before his typewriter once more. The last strand of her rope shall be cut and she shall be her own mistress. Only I shall be watch- ing—and working—working—work- ing- ” Walt said the last word through shut teeth, striking his clinched hand upon the desk. “We'll see which can work the harder, Ni- coll, you with your money and brain, or I with my brain alone. We'll see— we'll see!” the cut and | [ — What Happened When the Warden Came, Dismay, chagrin, terror, all these swept over me in rapid succession as I listened to the fish warden declare his intention of arresting Dicky and me for violating the state fish and| game laws by trouting ‘out of season. I knew that Mr. Cosgrove had pur-| ! posely delayed the man in the hall and | talked of the matter in loud tones to give us a warning of what was com- | ing, but even that preparation did not still the trembling of my limbs, nor enable me to whip any color into my | face. To think that I, with my life- long reverence for the law, should face arrest! object, indeed, for Dicky, as he heard Mr, Cosgrove’s words, took one swift glance at me, and reaching out his warin hands to my cold ones, gripped ! them protectingly, possessively, and then swung me behind him, releasing his right hand, but holding me in his left as he faced the warden. “I'm sorry, Mr. Graham,” Mr. Cos- grove said, as he entered the room with the warden, while the two young men, our fellow-boarders, scuttled out of the living room and up to their own chambers, “this is our fish war- den, Mr. Drake, and he seems to think you’ve been casting for trout. I told him he was mistaken, but he’s a per- sistent sort of cuss, always ha to have the last word.” “Sorry to trouble vou,” Mr. Drake said perfunctorily, but the cynical gleam of his eyes belied his wards. “I have warrants here for you and your wife. I suppose the lady behind vou is Mrs, Graham. You won’t do her any good by standing in front of her. I have to serve my warrant on her, and I certainly can't do it through vaou.” “I Wish You Joy.” “Just /leave Mrs. Graham out of it if youwll he so kind,” Dicky retorted hotly. “I'll answer for her appear- ance of any fine that she may have to pay, if it goes that far. It surely isn’'t necessary to trouble her now, and, besides, as my friend Mr. Cos- grove informed you, you are barking up the wrong tree. You can have no possible proof that wé have been | breaking the fish laws.” “Pon’t take things so much for granted, young fellow, you'll live longer,” drawled the warden in a tone that I knew must irritate Dicky almost to the breaking point. As it happens, we have the evidence of a very re spectable person who saw you both cotching trout, and says yvou are old offenders at it, so you both just put on | vour things and come along with me.” “I wish you joy of your unknown in- formant,” Dicky said coolly. ‘“He has glven you a choice collection of mis- { now. | I must have been an abject looking | ! type of the “insect authority” of Marlk information which I am afraid you REVELATIONS OF A WIFE By ADELE GARRISON. will have hard trouble to prove. How: ever, I see We are up against it jus You, of course, will be*willing to wait until we can get a lawyer. “Mr Cosgrove, is there an attorne: anywhere in the county who can gei#d here by auto in record time if hi doesn’t have to consider expense?” “Not a Man.” Mr, Cosgrove moved to the phone, taok down the receiver gave a number to the operator. “Jack Lewis can be here in 20 min utes If he's at home,” he said over hj shoulder. “That lawyer business won't get, y anywhere,” the warden said sullenly “I've got to take you before the J 3 telest ani ! tice, and he closes court at noon. wo don't get there befare I'll just ha to clap you in the calaboose unti Monday."” I am proud to remember that I did not give even a tiny exclamation dismay when I heard this threat, als though for’ a moment I was almost overcome with horrar, But an instant £ reflection convinced mé‘that tlie ment was bluffing, that he was simply a8 Twain's unforgettable phrase. ““You'll get there before noon,” in- terposed Mr. Cosgrove, after a brid cologquy with the man at the othel end of the telephone wire. “Jap Lewis is coming right away in his de= pendable old flivver, and he’ll whisig you all over there in no time, Bettef leave your roadster here, Drake, g0 over with Lewis, and then come bac here for dinner. We're going to havas some fine young ducks, baked aftegs one of Mrs. Cosgrove's pet recipest The su'ler look of thwarted authori: ty faded from the warden’s face. He. grinned sheepishly. “Can’t resist that combination,” he said. “Dut I won't leave the roadster | bere. You come along over with me, and Lewis can bring these folks.” ‘“Now you’ve said it!” Mr. Cos- grove returned jovially, slapping t Gther man on the back. “T'll be gl to go over. I want to find out whe¥ the lad is that’s been circulating !Heg like this around.” 4 The ‘warden looked embarrasss and the flush on his cheecks deependél to a brick red. ~ “Weil, you see, the truth of the mal ter is ,”” he explained, “it whsn't a ma that tipped us‘off, but a woman, S asked me to keep her name out of 1f8 until Monday; said she'd appear and give her evidence then; she had go away today. But it doesn’t see quite fair to you folks not to know the name of the person who makes thi complaint against you,” he added vi uously. “Especially as it naturally would b ths first thing our attorney would 4 mand,” Dieky sail coolly. *“But we ready know the name of your inform: ant Mrs, Allie—am I not right?” Quite correct,” the warden turned. P POWERFUL crops. Y. prime condition. ARMENTER OLSE YFERTILIZER: They are just what plants nood-—mhini in powerful and productive form. Oursbooklet of results without potash inay be obtained free from our dealer or direct fromy ;. e & PRODUCT] Vi Parmenter & Polsey Animal Fertilivers made out of Bone, Blood and Meat can always ended st il fertility and m upon to restore soil fe an W . oy not only do this, but put g: soil in RACKLIFFE BROS., New Britain' |

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