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NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, FRIDAY, MAY 17, 1918 — News For Theatersoers an REVELATIONS By What the Persons at the Inn Decided to Do With | h 1 ! tered no when 1 felt the thrust | needle deep into the flesh of | Ul always proud that I ut- itery of tho us was able success- Mme. Hofer and her read somewhere applied to 1 would result only in the arm, that there: ry, and the memory flashed acr: my | memories come to : my full associat L that suc morphia a movem of would be no out of the statement brain as it a drowning Of course a wince, but arm, and t to deceive ad h test or wasn't able to control managed to continue the movement so that it appeared to be @ drowsy withdraw of the arm.| Secure In the belief that there was no | physician or nurse present convie- | Ftton I deduced from the fact that no ome had lifted my eyelid and peered at the pupils, the first test of genuine morphia stupor—I1 even ventured a indistinct murmur of “‘Let me alone, as I moved my head slightly and be- gan to br e still more stertorousty. “Bhe's doped all right,” affirmed the same that had advised needle had no reason for my 1 1 voic test. I conjeoture, but was sure that the voice | ferret-faced youth | “hown his notebook contain- | ng my description—as I believed— o his neighbor after I entered the Hining-room. “What shall pras woman's uestion A deep voice rolled out a guttural entence, which I gathered to be a berman version of the old proverb, Dead men tell no tales.” A Cold-Blooded Discussion, “No, no!” Mme. Hofer almost | rieked. ‘I will not have that. She | ves down Cresthaven way, in Mar- n. I think. She will be missed. bo shall all hang. Besides, I do not ! e all this killing business.” “You are a milksop, Sophie,” an- her woman said contemptuously. ! What isthe life of a baby-face like is when it interferes with what we o doing for the fatherland?” T ma; kehweine butcher,” ered angrily, mixing German and glish in her excitement, “‘and I tell I will have no murder.” “Wh8's talking about murader?” bried the voice which I was sure onged to the ferret-faced man. know this dame’s in the secret ) and the man who wrote out hich put me wise to is mighty anxious to have a little rview with her again. I w what the row is, but he's been ching for her for some time, savs has a nice little score to settle b her.” belonged vho had to the with her?” that put It the we do voice 4 build up the wasted n the appetite and improve the digestion. Don’t wait until you can hardly drag until nothing tastes good and you have no desire for food; until bad nights, headaches, backaches, yourself around; giddiness, dull eyes, a bad complexion h of the bright, happy woman. very first sign of an ADELE GARRISON Madgze. Bt { my terrop with the grim determina- | cou | Sophie, the ; { ter what happens, to i be a milksop, but I am not | Mme. Hofer an- | don’t | Nervous, Sickly | Women need a wholesome, strengthening tonic to OF A WIFE d faint ng my heavy bre: of knowing that my were le, that the man with the scarred «nd was still nursing his vengeance against me. But the ferret-faced man wag talking again, and I put down with in the tion to aot my pert as worthily as I ld. How I kep$ up my pretence of por, and at the same time missed no necessary word of the dia- logue, is a tery to me. .Fortu- nately, the ferret-faced youth—or the which 1 believed to be his— his first sentence or two, usea Inglish, and he appeared to be the leader and principal speaker, my task not hard as if all the conversation' hud been in German, “Tict ey Up Well.” “We don't have to hurt her at all,” went on the voice, speaking, or rather murdering, English. “Just toss her into onc of your upstairs rooms, and let her wait there until we all get safely away. Il tip off the guy that's so interested in her just where she is, and after that we don't know nothin’. Sec? It ain't none of our business what he does.” “You forget,” the deep voice which had advocated my death said slowly, “that we cannot all get safely away so quickly. There are messages that must be sent tonight from here, oth- erwise you know what fails. No mat- the wireless must work tomght. [t means a thousand swine in the butcher shop.” His tone was pregnant with a mon- strous menace, all the more horrible to me because I couldn’t fathom his meaning—I who was helpless in the face of this awful hidden peril to my voice after as was s0 “What's eatlng you, Grandpa?” the ferret-faced youth replied impudent- ly. T happen to be the guy that has to operate that wireless, and I don’t want more than one or two of you to stick with me anyway, just enough put the plant out of commission when we get through, and fight our way out If anybody gets next before about three o’clock tomorrow morn- ing, which I don't think will. You said vou didn’t think any- body knew where this dame was, dldn't you, Sophie, a while ago?" “She said her husband was out of town,” Mme, Hofer replied, and with a vague glimmering of hope 1 thought 1 detected distinet sulkiness in Ther voice. “‘She probably won't be missed before rising time tomorrow morn- ing ““And by far away youth. “Gr: her the strongest. Carry her up to the room Sophie shows you and lock her in. And remember Sophie, no chick- en-hearted stunts now. Tie her up well.” the ferret-faced up, Otto; vou're said > erve tissue, increase S \\W /= a sallow skin and ave made a wreck At the ything wrong take RN\ = NN\ morning we'll all be far, | B With the first dose comes relief; a few pills more make a marvelous difference. Bowels move regularly and easily; the torpid or clogged liver and kidneys per- form theiractions properly and the poison- ous fermentations which taint the blood are thrown off. You recover the lost ap- petite. You gain strength, energy, health, and consequently good spirits, good looks and happiness. The action is wonderful. 2NN\TF S This wonderful family medicine is a regulator, whose security of use and harmless effects have been vouched for by thousands of women in both Americas, Europe, Asia, Africa, Australia and all over the civilized world: —happy, lucky women who know that Beecham’s Pills Keep You Well *The Largest Sale of Any Medicine in the World”’ At All Druggists, 10c, 25c. Directions of special value to wemen are wwith every box. N\T /. ANF S5 INT | | FOX'S “INTOLERANCE” “Marvelou saw,” was “Indescribable,” gest thing I ever the opening performance of D. [ Griffith’s master spectacle, ance,” at Fox's theater, And it can be truly stated ' of New Britain's leading citizens wil yesterda derful performance been people. { est adventure any | buckling, swaggering, making, suspenseful | past; that was well dashing, heroes of part in them yourself. See ance” and you can of the greatest adventures imaginable. You can go wjith a slim-sweet, .dai sweet little modern girl, One. You and she will get into sorts of excitement—happenings tween the great mill owner and hi [ employes—fighting, suspense. The Tide turns.. With irl, The Friendless One, little brunette, go to The Dea: with life. The Friendless One {caught in the meshes of the city dercurrent. All of a so easily. Into the streets -Paris of the sixteenth centur) Tmagine it. The sun is shining. gayest, naughtiest, handsomest { the world has ever known, Henry Navarre, comes I'done Pari of ing and smiling to thousands of gav- ly dressed people. You see the “Court of France. Tapestried, broidered and hand-carved ' reach a half mile Into the distance. You see Charles IX on his throne. You see Catherine De Medicl, with her flying squadron—the beauties of France-gathered around her. Yon see all France, from her king down to her most lowly bject; from the masked beautles of the court to the simple little Huguenot girl in the religlous atmosphere of her peasant home. Again, just as you are almost tired of battling. loving, flirting, smiling, KEENEY’S High Class Vaudeville “BROADWAY REVIEW” 20 People Catchy Song; Gorgeous Wardrobe DUNN SISTERS Singing and Dancing JIMMY BUDD iRY EYES with Salisbury Clifford “THE LIO! CLAWS” Featuring Marine Walcamp HUN Monroe and Ruth PARSONS’ THEATRE ~—Hartford— All Week—Mats. Today and Saturday. Hit No. 1! Don't Miss It! THE OPERA PLAYERS Are Supreme in the New York Casino Success, “FLORA BELLA" Good Fun! Catchy Music! Prices: Nights, 10c to §1; Mats., to 50c. Week of May 20—“A Modern Fve:! (First Time in Hartford) 10¢ S¥ SPECTACLE SUPERB “Big- the ! opinion of the crowds who witnessed W. “Intoler- | s several | readily testify, that never in the his- tory of the theater, has such a won- presented | for the amusement of the Amerfcan Would you like to go on the great- | human being has | ever known? Your blood has been stir- | red and thrilled by reading the swash- | love- | the enough, but you anybody | never dreamed that you could take “Intoler- embark on four The Dear all | be- another | a flaming | ) the city. One fights an exciting battle is | un- sudden—a | change, it seems bevond helief that | this journey, so wonderful, could h«;» y o The | e prince white plumed down the flag bright streets of Paris, bow- | em- | halls | famous | | 1s in France, You have the great ] the magic wand waves. | often read of Belshazzar, Prince of Babylon. of his feast, the greatest in all tory. The Feast of Belshazzar, rings with a vibrant thrill against vour ribs as you repeat the sounding i bhrase. We will take you so close to Belshazzar you could almost reach {out and shake hands with him. his- 1! of Babylon, three hundred feet in height, chariots stratching for miles top of the walls. You will see Cyrus, the conquering Persian in his camp outside the city, His myriads of ladders, engines of rams, towers of high as the wa with armed men. each they throw spears; they with swords—sweat, blood, curses— fire, battering hide and wool, themselves filled as has again never been seen before. a change, Lo, Victory this time is brate the victory, in a hall a mile in length, fountains of perfume ound yo! ne. All the swaying beauties of the vour dazzled eves. All is well in Babylon. Again the pendulum swings, you see Jerusalem the Golden, as it was in the time to the Nazarene, wise men from the east, camels, fruitsellers, with dates and melons, offer you their products. You see Mary of Magdala, slave borne in a silken palanquin, wrapped in soft linens and clinging garments, her b eves, glowing through a silken veil. And so on through the great- t adventure, and when it is finished ou will be bigger, broader, better, wiser, happier than vou have ever been in all your life. So come and enjoy the wonders of D. W. Griffith" colossal spectacls, “Intolerance showing love's struggle throughout the ages, | Menu for Tomorrow Breakfast Stewed Figs Boiled Rice and Milk | Creamed Potatoes | Parkerhouse Rolls i Coffee Lunch Potato Salad ' Brown Bread Sandwiches | ! | | | Rhubarb Tarts Tea Dinner Cream of Canned Gorn Soup Beef Loaf Sweet Potatoes Pea: Watercress Coffee Junket Coffee | Potato Salad (without onfon)— | Boil small potatoes, peel and dice at | once; season with salt and pepper, | add a liberal amount glive oil and set | aside to cool. To four potatoes allow {one sliced hard boiled egg, adding this just before serving. | (| | i | Coffee Junket—Dissolve in one- half cupful very strong, clear hot coffee, three tablespoonfuls sugar; add one pint milk and teasponful va- nilla. The mixture | blood warm. Dissolve one funket { tablet in one tablesponful cold wax | ter; stir it into the coffee mixture and | pour at once into cups. Let stand in the kitchen until set, then put on lce. Serve cold with milk or cream. The all-in-one or waistless has become permanent. Both coats and dresses marked contrast in colors. gown show a pastel tones and bright favorite colors. There is a new high stock pulled up over the chin. Rosewood, blues are which EAT POTATOES S, STANLEY HORVITZ, Optometrist 527 ain St Optician | You ! have often seen the sensuous plctures | it | We | will take you to the top of the walls ' down that boulevard, built upon the ' thousands assault the walls, bringing el From the top of ' hack | the roaring of battle—such a battle | with Belshazzar, we will go and cele- | with trains of | | FADS AND FASHIONS | should be just | | i ! soldier to LYCEUM PROGRAM 1 \ AT 2:30 TOMORROW | s has been done ever the first oppor tunity osented itself, the Lyceum management iias turned over the the- | since a monester ! regular vaudeville and picture pro- gram will not be carried out. The management is behind the Red Cross movement to the last ditch and takes this means of displaying its desire to co-operate. This afternoon, however, the pro- gram as rendered Thursday afternoon and evening was presented, and on ' Saturday it will also be repeated, with | & continuous performance in order. Starting at tomorrow and last- | g until 10:30 the big picture and vaudeville program will be given to ! | the publi n order that the crowds who usually pay us a visit Friday eve- ning may not lose the show, The show this latter part week is one that needs no When Jack Pickford was | vesterday in the feature picture Spirit Of '17,"” he was received with | approbation, and as the plot of the ! story was unrolled, he became more popular even than before. For this picture is one that commands atten- tion and draws favorable comment every inch of the way. The producers could not have se- lected a better vehfole for the talent- ed young star in these days when the backing of Young America is needed | to the limit and when the seeds of ! patriotism and Americanism are be- ing sown in every heart. i The vaudeville bill is a winher from | top to bottom, with Litt & Nolan, and CHff Clark and the Wilson Aubrey Trio holding the boards. Next week will be Jubilee Week. Chariie Chaplin, in “A Dog's Life," | will be the feature Sunday, Monday and Tuesday, with George Beban in | “Jules Of The Strong Heart’ on the program Monda: Tuesday and Wednesday, and onjThursday, Friday and Saturday Ann Pennington, star of the apologies. shine Nan.” vaudeville. There Some bill, will also what? be 'KEENEY'S SIGNS UP | “OVER THE TOP"| spray | ; other fountains sing with | dancers and | world move bafore | Robert Gordon Anderson, the man who ‘‘discovered” Sergeant Arthur Guy Empey, the American boy who ! fought alongside Tommy Atkins for "eighteen months in France, recently | [ tola the story of how the little fighter came to write his now famous book, | “Over the Top.” > | { Mr. Anderson is one of Empey's { closest personal friends and knew him | { in pre-Lusitania days. In fact, could | ! qualify as a charter member of the | “I-Knew-HIm-When Club.” When | [ Empey returncd from France, after | serving eighteen months as a member | of the British expeditionary force and | bearing seven wounds. Mr, Anderson | | was one of the friends he looked up. | The soldier was back home, honor- | [ ably discharged from service, but | chafing to get back on the firing line. | | Anderson, who is sales manager for | | G. P. Putnam's Son, publishers of | “Over the Top,” was one of his daily companions and to him Empey counted many of his experiences France. It was Mr. Anderson who suggested that Empey write “Over the Top,” but for months the soldier declined the | suggestion. Finally, when Mr. Ander- | son put it to him on patriotic grounds | and showed him that in his own ex- | periences he had a message of value | to every Amerfcan who donned the khaki, Empey consented to write the | book. “Then began the fastest preparation | of a book in the history of publishing, I honestly belleve,” sald Mr. Ander- ' son In telling of it. ‘“As fast as we could get Empey to put his thoughts on paper, we took the copy away | from him; so fast, in fact, that he says we literally choked it out of him. As it stands, ‘Over the Top' is really a soldier's notebook, but be- cause of Empey’s wonderful appre- ciation of the dramatic { morous incidents, it is probably the most human and most Amerlcan book that hes been written on the war, “Every word in it is Pvery thought In 1t is Empey's. Nothing was changed in the editing, ! or collating, and one of the ohief charms of the book is the simple language in which Empey tells his story. All the time he wrote as one another, because he had no idea that his book would become so universally popular, belleving, in- stead, that if it bad any appeal it would be to soldlers only. He told his varns just as he told them to me and other friends as we sat around in the evening in Jersey City listening to his recital. In my magazine and publishing expertence I have met many authors, but never one who em- bodled as does Empey the abllity to live romence, to sense the dramatic and to reproduce it In words or play.” When Empey finally consented to re- | in | Top” for the Vitagraph company. of which Albert . Smith is president. it was Anderson, the writer, pears as the author of story. . In writing it, he has retained all of the punch and dramatic power that made Bmpey's book great, and at the same tlme has woven a story of mystery, love and adventure that em- braces all of the high lights of the book, “Over the Top, Fmpey himself will ha shown in which Sergeant the star, theater at Keeney's ater to the Rod Uross tais evening for | | mass meeting, and so the | ||| of the “Follles”, will be seen in “Sun- | | appear in a film’ version of “Over the | who was | chosen to adapt the book, and he ap- | the screen and the hu- | Empey’s. | | country, next week. OTR EXTENSIVE We always keep the present time are showing a Dresses, Skirts, etc., say “Charge It.” NEW SUITS NEW COATS SPORTS DRESSES . SPORTS SKIRTS ... SPORTS HATS SPORTS WAISTS TOCK SHOWS ALL Sports Clothes for Women abreast of the Fashion in the most stylish ADVERTISING @Y 608 MAIN STREET HARTFORD. changes, and remarkable stock of Suits, at Coats, Simply “sports” models. to $65.00 $75.00 $50.00 $25.00 $15.00 $ 6.98 to to to to to MEN’S CLOTHING Suits—Trousers—Topcoats Hats—Shoes | E TALKS BY RUTH OCGAMERON Snobs and Climbers Still. Does it seem possible that, into into anything so big, so fine, so vital #s Red Cross work, there could pos- sibly come anything so petty, so ugly, so trivial as small personal feel- ings, narrow prejudices, social snob- bery ? And vet, not long ago a -woman told me that several of the women in her neighborhood who had for- merly been regular attendants in the | Red Cross workrooms, had given up | going there because they did not like the woman who had been put in charge. I tried to find out if the new head had been disagreeable or domiheer- ing in her attitude, but that did not seem to be the case. They simply did not like her, personally, as well as the woman who had preceded her, and they were registering their re- sentment at the change by staying away from the workroom! But This Is Not the Motive of Most ‘Women. And from a friend who has moved to a city which, though small, hae the reputation of being one of the most snobbish and clicquey in fhe I received this description of the attitude of several women she has met there: “One of the snobbiest things I ever heard was a criticism of the numbers of ordina: women who have tried #0 hard to ‘break into’ the Red Cross work."” Think of that! How Petty Both Classes Are How unbelievably petty, from both points of view,—that of the society woman who wants to keep the great privilege of working through Red Cross for our soldlers, for her- self and for a small, select gathering of her sisters; and that of the so- clal jelimber who calculatingly looks upon such work merely as a ladder by which she can climb into an quaintanceship with someone to whom she cringingly looks up as her soclal superior! They Get No spirituai War, How can they live in such tremen- Sense of the the | ac- | | dously blg times, petty as that? Still another friend told me of a woman of high social standing who gives teas and bazars for war chari- tis. Women of lesser social stand- ing are invited, and flock to them with joy, though the prices ars enor- mous, The privilege of meeting the hostess and saying they have been in her home is what thev pay for, not the tea or fancy articles. There are Just necessary camouflage. “Does she cut them afterwards?” someone asked. “Certainly not!" said her “She is a gentlewoman. course, she never has any acquaintance with them.” That incident is not quite so ugly. In fact, the hostess showed a com- mendable willingness to use her par- ticular talent for the good of the cause by capitalizing her social standing. One could wish obliged to remain fterwards perhaps ine too much and be so utterly friend But, of: personal she did not strictly that feel aloof, is ask- s0 but Many small ostrich tips piled on top of a close turban make a becom- ing trimming. CORN FoRr mMiINE EVERY TIME — says . when it's in the form of « POST TOASTIES

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