New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 12, 1917, Page 4

YCEUM ‘This Week The Walter Naylor Players g Trail of the onesome - Pine Tuesday, Thursday “and Saturday Sale Now. Matinee 10c, 20c. Nights 10c, 20c, 30c, 50¢. - All This Week ) Plckford in tho j300,000 eight reel feature ‘“IBSS THAN DUST. ‘Mon., Tues., and Wed. Blanche Sweet in &H'E BLACKTLIST.” ‘High Olass Vaudeville. TUESDAY BESSIE LOVE HEIRESS AT COFFEE DAN’S The Great Comedy “ONE ROUND O’BRIEN 'EARL of The ARMY CHAPTER 10 Luke Comedy LORENCE ROSE FASHIONS THURSDAY MATINEES —EVERYBODY.-- 5¢ Shows 2:15 and 7 HARTFORD Tel. Ch. 1026 2:15, 8:15 Daily Real Burlesque! P LIVELY GIRLS , with y” McAllister, , Maudie Heath, Harry Shannon and Classy Chorus LADIES MATINEE, 10c ove pain misery as many thou- of others have done, by apply- inard’s liniment, [, reliable pre- on. No other rem- ts so quickly or ely. It is pure intiseptic, won- y soothing, and most effective for rheumatic pains, soreness Hffness of joints and muscles, 8, sore hands, tired, aching sore throat, and 8 strains and bruises. You. afford to be without it. It can- n hest, s!'in chest, ly harm or burn the skin. SIDE BY RUTH | She Wante “Better fifty vears of Europe than a cycle of Cathay,” quoted someone the other day. “Where is Catha the stenographer-iady. “Yes sald the Authorman's Wife, “where is it? I've always wanted to know.’ “So have I, said Molly. “Don’t believe it,” said the Cynic. “Why not?” demanded the Autho j man's Wife. I “If you did, vou'd have looked up, wouldn't you?” asked the Cynic. “Well—" satd Molly. That's Different. “Yes,” said the Cynic, ‘‘you're go- ing to say ‘that’s different’ or some- thing to that effect. You want to know a thing in a vague way, but 2" asked And to look it up ‘that's different.’ yet it would only take you this long. Whereupon he turned to the encyclo- pedia and after a fifty- second search informed us that Cathay was the rame employed by the European ‘ot the Middle Ages for China. After which he delivered a lecture on the vague footless, lifeless way in which we “want to know” things. ¥¥ We Could See Each Other's Thoughts. There are times when I think it would be most desirable for someone to invent a method whereby we could look into each other's mind and see thoughts in all their pellucidity, un- marred by being passed through me- dium of \an;guugm e TALKS Molly, | it} when it comes to making the effort | NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD. MONDAY, FEBRUARY 12, e | News for i heater Goers and ‘Women Readers CAMERON i | -nd then there are times when I'm ' glad science hasn't gotten that far, |7 And this was one of the latter. For I was guiltily conscious than one thing I haa wanted to know.” “or instance, and 1 started to read B paper about the d to Know fmore also al- vears vears ago, an article in the origin of familiar savings. 1 had just reached the one about setting the river on fire when | some one called me and 1 laid the paper down. When I thought of the | article again, I couldn’t find the paper, and ever since then T've wanted to know what was the origin of the phrase *‘ile’ll never set the river on fire.” And T Had to Look It Up to; Get the Spelling. the word “Elee- mosynar: I'll wager I've met that a hundred times and I've always idly wondered what it meant and planned to look it up “‘some day “If vour intellectual curio: as keen as your ordinary curiosities scolded the Cynic, “you wouldn’t just want to know. You'd find out.” Tt's a just indictment of most.of us isn't it? Or maybe you are one of the won- derful people who promptly converi all their wonders-fiito knowledge. I assume they exist for tihe Cynic as- sures us he i= one of them. Again there’s A STORY YOU OAN BEGIN AT ANY TIME Her Side- How: Cora and David Temple By Being Two Women. Janet Stedman sat without moving for a long time after Lucy Benton had gone—Lucy, with her new wed- ding ring and her bravely won victory. Janet had a good deal the feeling of a person caught by a cyclone and de- posited in new surroundings, with a complete set of new problems to solve. Lucy had done a difficult thing, per- haps the most difficult thing a woman can do—throttled her love for a man, taken herself out of his life, cut her- self off through marriage from any likelihood of future meeting, and still remain sweet toward the world, eager to pick up new threads of work, de- termined to give the best of herself and her service where she could, no matter the cost, net pondered long upon Lucy. It ‘was not humanly possible that Walt should not miss her. They had la- bored together through the making of two whole books, both' of ' them successful. Lucy’s nimble mind and capacity for work had quickened Walt to his best efforts. Her help had been beyond calcula- tion. What would be the result of its sudden withdrawal? Janet asked ‘herself. ‘And then into her conscious- ness something whispered, ‘“That Is for you to say! You must be two women, not only Walt's wife and the maker of his home, but Walt's fellow worker, his intelligent, sympathetic, helpfu] comrade, as Lucy was.” For a moment Janet quailed at the task. Then she remembered Lucy's words, “it will be a hard row to hoe, but the very hardness of it is saving me!” If Lucy Benton could hoe a hard row and find its difficulties stim- ulating, she could do the same. If Lucy could be ‘“two women” and follow her own work as well as home- making for the man she had married, Janet could be two women alss! She would find a way to be Walt's wife— and the right sort of wife—and at the same time have her own inde- pendence. But how? That was the question. Janet rose suddenly from her desk chair and looked rapidly round her handsome office as if to seek an an- swer from the inanimate objects among which she had worked so long and soon would see no more. She started an impatient walk about the room, past the bookcase, the letter files, the orderly cabinet of stationery and supplies, finally paus- ing before a complete set of the mag- azine ‘““Woman"” as it had been run since she took the editorship. On a table next was a file of the magazine as it was when Nicoll had bought it— {a commonplace periodical conducted on old-fashioned lines under the as- | sumption that women were interested | in nothing but the classic ‘“three K's,” “kinder, kirche, kuche,” chil- dren, church, kitchen. Janet picked up a copy of the latest issue. There were articles by the ablest feminist writers, a story or two featuring the extremely modern wom- {an, a few poems of a thoughtful ns { ture, an elaborate bulletin of women'’s clubs and their doings, some matter | relating to questions of the day, and i a little miscellaneous feminist gossip. _ Then Janet turned to the magazine in its former style. Not a modern idea in it! I)e\ouxed entirely to woman’s most restricted realm. See- ng the two iypes side by side, the error made by hoth was suddenly apparent. Nothing but outside inter- --and His Solved Their Marital Problems, ZOE BECKLEYX \ ests in the one; nothing but home in- terests in the other! “The ideal woman’'s magazine,” Ja- net exclaimed aloud in her eagerness, “should contain both! Just as there are and always will be two kinds of women, the woman in the home and the woman out of it, s0 the woman’s publication should have the best and most modern material touching both!" She recalled that she had had great difficulty getting people to write good stuff about home matters, and had eliminated that feature, preferring to specialize on the more unusual things. Now it came to Janet with a rush of jorous conviction that there was her solution! She would employ her talent and her experience in the domestic-literature field. She would work out experiments in her own home and write of them. She would study household economics and give dependable information in a bright, intimate, readable form. She would— oh, she would do a thousand things! Her mind raced along its new chan- nel with the impulsiveness of newly- awakened passion. Janet belleved she had found the way to be “‘two women."” “GETTING MARRIED” AT PARSONS’ THEATER “Getting Marrled ' Bernard Shaw's latest comedy, with William Favers sham in one of the leading opened at the Parsons' theater In Hartford this afternoon before a good-sized and appreciative audience. 'The play will be repeated this even- ik and also tomorrow evening. This play is reported to be headed by the strongest combination of stars ever assembled together for a com- edy in this part of the country, the names of the leading actors and ac- tresses including William Faversham of “The Squaw Man” and “The Great Divide,” fame, Henrietta Crosman, Charles Chery and Hilda Spong. DOES RHEUMATISM BOTHER You? _Many Doctors Use Musterole So many sufferers have found relief in Musterole that you ought to buy a small jar and try it. Just spread it on with the fingers. Rub it in. First you fecl a gentle glow, then a delicious, cooling comfort. Musterole routs the twinges, loosens up stiffened joints and muscles. Musterole is a clean, white ointment, made with oil of mustard. It penetrates to the scat of pain and drives it away, but does not blister the tenderest skin. It takes the place of the mussy, old fashioned mustard plaster. usterole is recommended for bron- chitis, croup, asthma, pleurisy, lumbago, neuralgia, sprains, bruises, stiff neck, headache and colds of the chest (it often prevents pneumonia). roles, of 1917. WAS ALMOST HELPLESS RHEUMATIC PAINS, < “A lady told me the other day,” said Mr. Martin, the Lax-a-Tone ex- pert at the Economy New England, Drug Co., 365 Main $t., “that Lax-a- Tone was the talk of the neighbor- hood. I told her it was the talk of the United States, as everywhere Lax- a-Tone has been introduced the peo- ple have received such wonderful re- sults that they cannot say too much for it, and its success runs through neighborhoods like wildfire. Mrs. Downer, 263 Church St., Is well-known here, says: “For a long time I have been in need of a tonic. I felt tired out, run down, was nervous, had no appetite, and suffered torments from rheuma- tic pains that made me almost hope- who WITH SEVERE SAYS THIS CHURCH STREET LADY, TO MR. MARTIN 1 MRS. K. DOWNER. less. I tried Herbal Lax-a-Tone and never thought that one could obtain such wonderful results from a rem- edy, but I surely did with Lax-a- Tone and cannot praise it téo much and too highly. “This is the way it is” said Mr. "Martin. “People from'all walks of life cannot say too much for Lax-a- { Tone, and I predict that within less than two wecks the town.of New Britain will be afire with enthus- jasm.” So call down and see Mr. Martin at the Economy New England Drug Co., 365 Main St.,, where he is introducing this remedy to the New Britain Public. He will remain until those unable to see him 9 P. M. for during the day. DRAMATIC CRITICS LAUD LYCEUM PLAY Those who frequent the Lyceum theater since the Walter Naylor play- ers put in an appearance here have noticed for one thing the promptness with which the curtain is rung up at the beginning of all shows. Mr. Nay- lor insists upon the curtain going up at 8:15, and, “up she goes.” He also insists on a perfect performance on PMonday night, and, the players give one as near perfect as human facul- ties allow. Dress rehearsals are held in the afternoon and mornings of Monday, and, at night every line and situation is mastered. These are thé things which are building ‘up a strong reputation for the Naylor players. Tonight’s performance of “The Trail of the Lonesome Pine” promises to be in keeping with the new order of things at the Lyceum. The play tonight will afford Virginta Perry, the leading lady of the Naylor players, wonderful op- rortunities to use a Southern dialect that is natural to her. Born and raised in Virginia, Miss Perry knows the habits of that wonderful people who live in the Blue Ridge mountain “The Trail of the Lonesome Pine,” is a dramatization of the book of John Ifox, Jr., America’s leading play- wright, Eugene Walter, who has given to the stage some many typically American dramas, took the charac- ters from Fox’s book. and, following closely the origifal story, wove arourd them one of the most inter- esting plots ever presented before a twentieth century audience. The finest bit of character drawing in the vlay is represented in the girl “June,” whose life . and surroundings are somewhat similar to those of “Lorna Doone.” She is raised in the moun- talns, has never seen anything of modern civilization. Her people are oonshiners, breakers of the law. Not until two civil engineers go into the Cumberland Valley to survey and formulate plalns for a great steel in- dustry does June ever mect any men cther than the rougn mountaineers. Then, with the opposition that is set up by her people against ‘‘furriners,” she has her hands full. Miss Doro- thea Antel will be given a great ! chance to come into her own this ! week because of the character which she will portray. In Miss Antel the Walter Naylor players possess a char- wcter actress of wonderful ability. Her { work in “Baby Mine, umped her 0 as a commedienne. lLast week's ¢ because of its construction did afford her ample means up the success which she won in previous endeavors. n ting the other members the cast Mr. Navlor has exc those rare gifts of diseretion make for an evenly balanced pla Ralph Murphy will be given a part which should enable him to show an- other side of histronic nature. Philip Quin, always admirably cast, will have a part with even more action . that that which was demanded him in last week's performance. Trail of the Lonesome Pine” play that has demanded the atten- \ion of the best drametic crtics in the country. Miss i rot low lier which WBhe i PR e | Vegetables and meats left over from | ginner at night can be put into glass jars set in the refrigerator, and when | preparing lunch set the jars in‘a pan of luke warm water over a gas burner. | When the water is hot the scraps will be heated and gas saved. to fol- | of | fsi | BESSIE LOVE AGAIN AT FOX'S THEATER The feature. at Fox's tonight tomorrow will be the triangle drama in five acts. “The Ileiress at Coffee Dan's” with Bessie Love. At last the “beanery” has been dramatized, with its plates of ham, its coffec percolater and its skipping wheat cakes. The dramatization is a very considerable part of “The Hei at Coffee Dans' the second starring vehicle of that most winsome of Triangle actresses, Bessie Love. You will remember Bes- sie Love as the little girl who played so remarkably as leading lady for William S. Hart in “The Tryan” as the character actress no less in “The Flying Torpedo,” as the leading lady ior Douglas Fairbanks in ‘“The Good Bad Man,” and ‘“‘Reggie Mixes In.” Her first starring vehicle was ““As Sis- ter of Six’ lately played at the Fox theater. One-Round O’Brien which played in the Sunday night program proved to be a great laugh producer and it will be continued in the Mon- cay and Tuesday program. Chapter ten of “Pearl of the Army” with Pearl White will he in this program as will this week’s edition of The Flor- ence Rose Fashions and the Lone- some Luke comédy. Wednesday and Thursday Stuart Holmes in Haw- thorne’s ‘“‘The Scarlet Letter” and the succeeding episode of ‘“The Great: Secret” with Francix X. Bushman and Beverly Bayne. and Menu for Tomorrow Breakfast Cereal Sugar Creamed Potatoes Coffee and Cream Pan Cakes Lunch Molded Salmon . Cocoa Apple Fritters Dinner Chicken I'ricassee Baked Onions Date Puffs Celery Mashed Spina Soup Potatoes “h Coffee Molded Salmon.—Turn out a can salmon, and free the fish from skin 1d bone. Beat two cggs, add to the salmon with one cupful stale bread crumbs; add salt and pepper to taste, one tablespoonful lemon juice, one tablespoonful finely chopped parsley. Pack in a well buttered mold and steam two hours, |" Date Pufts.—Two ezes, sugar, one-fourth cupful fourth cupful 1nilk, one teaspoonful oaking powder and flour to make 2 1hin batter. Stir in one cupful stoned Jates; fill muffin cups half full and eam thirty minutes. Serve with a liquid sauce. one cupful butter, one- ] Houschold Notes ] A great mistake in child feeding with many mothers is the unique use of starchy foods. Fluting irons are a good investment for the woman who likes daintily finished garments. Sometimes a pie or cake that is not baking in the bottom can be well browned by taking a hot plate from simply Say, ) (81 Weekly. Charge Pay At this lower, price and even we supply you w a stylish Suit that as high as $19.75 at same reductions. OVERCOAT1 REDUCED —othe P — e e 887—-685 MAIN STREEE HARTFORD EVELATIONS OF A WIFE By ADELE GARRISON What Madge Told Dicky. As I rushed from the living room of the Marvin house, after my deflance of my mother-in-law, I heard Dicky call out after me. But I did not answer him. I could not, and as I stumbled into the shelter of my own room I locked the door after me. “That detestable ald woman!” I muttered, forgetful, indeed not caring in the heat of my anger, that I spoke of Dicky's mother. “I hate her! How 1 hate her!” For ringing in my ears were the words with which she had concluded her tirade against Robert Gordon, mysterious elderly millionaire, had known my mather. “Mr. Gordon is madly in love with Margaret,” she had said to Dicky, “and if you do not look out vou will have a scandal on your hands. T am not insinuating anything, but I cer- tainly think Margaret owes both you and me an explanation of the untruth she told us at the supper table the night vou introduced Mr. Gordon to S Underneath my anger there lay also the bitter consciousness that there was at least a trifle of justice in her un- kind words. I had not told a direct untruth caoncerning Mr. Gordon’s es- pionage on me previous to the time when Dicky brought him to our table at the Svdenham; but I certainly had given both Dicky and his mother the impression that I hadn’t seen Mr. Gor- don before when my mother-in-law called my attentton to his intent scrutiny of me from his vantage point of the next table to ours. How 1 regretted that during our, s0- journ at the Cosgrove farmhousé” in the Catskill mountains T had not told Dicky the whole truth concerning the queer actions of Mr. Gordon, T had had plenty of opportunity, but I had weakly let the explanation go by. «“Confesston Is Good—" Dicky's step came swiftly up the stairs; his knock sounded on my door, ¥ Madge, let me in,” he commonded, but the nate of tenderness in his voice was the influence that hurried my fingers in the turning of the kev. ‘As 1 opened the door he strode in past me, closed and locked the door turning caught me in his who again, and arms. Don't you dare to cry!” he stormed, kissing my reddened cyelids. Aren't vou ever going to get used to mother’s childish outbursts? You know she doesn’t mean what she says in those tantrwns of hers . She simply works herself up to a paint where she's ab- lutely irresponsible, and she has to explode or burst. You wouldn’t like to see a perfectly good mother-in-law strewn in fragments all-over the room, simply because she had restrained her temper,” he added, with the quick transition from hot anger to whim cal good-nature that I always find so bewildering in him. 1 struggled for compasure. My | mother-in-law's words had been too | scathing, her insult too direct for me to look upon it as lightly as Dicky could, but the knowledge that he had come directly after me, and that he had no part in the rvesentment his mather showed, made it easy for me to contrel myself. “I ought to remember that your mother is an old woman, and an in- vanid E ana Fn ot allondimyselel folfact NN SN S the ! i | mission price and record about this miserable business, some- thing I ought to have told you before, but I kept putting it off.” Dicky held me off from him and looked at me quizzically. ‘“‘Confession is good for the soul,” he quoted, “so unburden your dreadful secret.” He drew me to an easy chair and sat down, holding me in his arms as if I were a little child. *“Now for it,” | he said, smiling tenderly at me. “You Don’t Know AlL” Y “It isn’t so very terrible.” I smiled at him reassured by his tenderness. “It is only that without telling you a deliberate untruth I gave both you and your mother the impression that I had never seen Mr. Gordon before that night at the Sydenham.” “Is that all?”’ mocked Dicky. “Why I knew that the moment you spoke as you did that night. You're as trans- parent as a child, my dear, and be- sides, your elderly friend let the cat out of the bag when he said he feared he had annoyed yvou by trying to find out your identity. I knmew you must have seen him somewhere,” “You don't know .all,” I persisted, and then without reservation I told him frankly the whole story of Mr. Gordon's spying upon me. Begin- ning with the hour in the Sydenham woman’s parlor when I first saw him gazing at me from the doorway through the incidents at the tea room where Lilllan and I lunched, and at the railroad station, down to the story Jim had told me of Mr. Gordon's bribing of the taxi driver ta ascertain my identity; I omitted nothing. When I had finished, Dicky's face had lost its quizzical look. He was frowning, not angrily, but as if puzzled. “Don’t you think I blame you one bit,” he said, slowly; “but it looks to me as if mother’s dope might be right, as if the old guy is smitten with ¥ou after all.” ‘MARY PICKFORD IN KEENEY'S FEATURE Mary Pickford in the $300,000 fea- ture, “Less Than Dust,” is announced by the management of Keeney's as an extra attraction at the popular playhouse during the current week. The picture is the greatest photoplay in which the celebrated little actress Las appeared and it is expected to prove a big hit with the New Britain film followers. The drama takes cight reels in its picturized form. Miss Pickford is <ubported by a\company of capable people and the piece is en an admirable presentation. The other photoplay feature for the first three days will be ‘The Blacklist,” Blanche Sweet playing the leading role. During the last half Marguerite Clarke will be seen in “Out of the Drifts.” The features will be given in ad- c¢ition to the regular film releases and three high class vaudeville acts. There will be no increase in the ad- breaking audiences are liable to prove the rule every 4day. angry at some of the unjust things she | says.” I returned, swallowing hard, “so we'll just forget all about it-and pretend it never happened.” “You darling!” Dicky exclaimed, drawing me closer, and for a moment or two I rested in his arms, gathering courage for the confession T meant to make to him. the top of the stove and putting it under the cake. “Dicky, dear,” I murmured at last, “there is something I want to tell you UL v