New Britain Herald Newspaper, November 25, 1922, Page 4

CURWOOD’S “THE GOLDEN SNARE” AT THE PALACE MONDAY, WHILE FOX’S WILL PRESENT “FORGET ME NOT” — VAUDEVILLE ATTRACTIONS AT ALL LOCAL THEATERS — REVIEWS SHOW 10 LOCAL MOVIE HOUSES FAILING IN PAST 15 YEARS — NOTES OF THE PLAYS AND PLAYERS MY MARRIAGE PROBLEMS Adele Garrison' 's New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE The Way Katie Solved the Picture Problem Jf any onc had told me that the sight of my small son running con- fidently into meet me would ever be an unwelcome sight, 1 would have laughed scornfully. BBut when he trotted into the living room where I was parrying the questions of the re- porters concerning Dicky's escapade, carrying in his tiny hands the torn photograph of Claire I'oster which I was so anxious to keep from them, 1 bhad but one obsessing thought, how most quickly and unobtrusively to get him out of the room again. “Ma-ma mend picsher for Dooner," he reiterated, and I realized with dis- may that he was holding the torn pleces face upward, and that I could distinctly see the inscription upon it. But T had read it before, and my only | hope lay in the difficulty of Claire Foter’s sprawling chirography to one unfamiliar with it. I must get the photograph away from him, unobtru- sively, with no apparent desire to hide it, but as speedily as possible. “Yes, Mother will mend it,” I asid with careless indulgence. ‘“Rring it here.” I turned to the reporters with & banal attempt at facetiousness. *1 sometimes think my son is destined for the career of junk man, for he is perpetually bringing me torn things to mend.” ¢ A sharp little ery from Junior, and the sound of a fall interrupted me. 1 turned to find him sprawling on the floor, unhurt, but with the fragments of the photograph strewn upon the ground. And beside him, stooping over him, raising him to his feet was the hateful figure of Mr. H. Edouard Bmythe. An Unexpected Interruption 1 knew as well as if I had seen him do it, that in some furtive, cunning manner that young man had tripped the little chap, and that in another second or two, under pretense of re- torning the torn photograph, he ‘would have seen it and the bizarre in- meription upon it. I knew only too well that his version of the incident would be in print were he permitted to write it—thdt he would depict me a8 having torn the photograph and thrown it away in a rage. He would even bring my baby boy and his find- Lng of the fragments into the story. “If T rushed to the picture instead of going directly to my baby I might as well advertise the fact that it was something 1 did not wish seen. The thing séemed hopelegs from either angle, and my feet seemed leaden as they advanced toward my little lad, ‘who was already laughing back his tears in his adorably game fashion. ' “That's the brave little man," young Mr. Smythe said fulsomely as he set Junior on his feet, and then hastily stooped toward the picture fragments. < “And here are—" H e never finished the sentence Something which must have seemed to him all flashing eyes, flying hair and whirlwind arms, but which I rec- ognized as Katie, pushed him to one side so efficiently that he mat down hard upon the polished floor. “Please Pardon—"' *You old bunch of soup greens .’ e shrilled, “you trip oop my babée, 1 feex you. Coom babee, coom to Katie. She feex your picher.’ With incredible swiftness and deft- ness she gathered up the pie;u of —_— photograph with her left hand, lifted Junior with her strong right arm, and bore him triumphantly out of . the room. As she disappeared, - Lillian strolled negligently through the door, and I*realized whose was the quick wit which had sent Katie into the [voom with her program of devasta. tion for young Mr. Smythe. With a look of malevolence in his ferret eyes, that youth was scrambling to his feet. I caught a quick, flash- ing look betwean Miss Cargill and Mr, Rickett, and guessed that they were not deeply grieved over the predica- ment of their colleague. But I also knew that their keen eyes and trained perceptions had not missed the mean- ing of the picture incident, and 1 cast about for something aith which to ward off possible questions concerning it, or at least to gain time to think an answer out. 1 felt about as much like apologiz- ing to young Mr. Smythe for Katie's behavior as 1 would have enjoyed in- viting an educated hyena to tea, but I forced myself to turn to him with a deprecatory smile, “Please pardon the impetuousness of my maid, Mr. Smythe,” T said suavely. “She is devoted to the little boy, and given to the most exaggerat- ed notions concerning. him. And when she saw him fall so unexpeacted- ly, she must have seized upon the ab- surd notion that yeu had tripped him." 1 raised my eyelids suddenly as 1 finished, and looked at him steadily as I used to look at unruly boys in my school classes. And though he returned the stare boldly, and his shoulders swaggered insolently, yet the truculent air he had put on when Katie so deftly floored him, slowly vanighed, and 1 saw that in this one angle of the tense unspoken con- troversy between us I had scored. But I did not underestimate the arrows he still had in his quiver. mars agissees) TOMMY | FOX. DVENTURER COUNTING TICKETS, Tommy Fox was in high spirits. He had found a nest full of eggs in the haystack in the meadow, not far from the barn. “stolen her nest” Green called it. haystack to lay her eggs and raise family of chicks,: hoping nobody would know it until the happy day should come when she could lead a handsome brood back to the barm- yard. Tommy Fox was just about to eat an egg, when an idea popped into his head. FEggs were good; but chick- ens were better. the chickens were hatched? Then he would have ¢ight chickens, which ought to make a fine meal for any- body. “I'll wait,” he decided. So he went away. And whenever he met any of his friends, he boasted to them that He expected to enjoy a feast of eight again—as Johnnie —DEEP WATERS— BY ZOE BECKLEY. ANOTHER ANGLE TO TRIANGLE. Barrett was packing his bagin his| room at the Yale club. His announce- ment over the telephone that he was leaving New York, probably America, would be all the farewell he wonld make. self. their mother. It would give them only pain to see him again. Better go, leaving as little sadness behind poesible. But his telephone announced that his son was waiting downstairs to see him. Barrett started. How hard it was to get off, cleanly and quickly Respongibilities—Myra's “responsibili- | ties"——rang again in his ears. He was about to put his half-packed grip out of sight, but with a grim 'setting of the will, he desisted. A knock, and Junior entered. The boy was at that moment very | like his father, with hig lean face pale and his jaw set. The two stood look- ing at cach other. The dropped. “f--er gay. but Barrett were not upen him hungrily bent on youth “There's very little to say, John." Parrett's voice was gentle, “T am eonvineed sincerely that your mother will be happier without me. We— can't get on. You'll all be better off. I've left instructions. about money. You shall go to college, and Alice, too, without the lcast thought of differ- ence.” Junior bis face “1 ghan't go on with college,” gald, swallowing. “And why not?" “1 want to-—eavn my living,” an- gwered the boy with a glance of de- finnce. “1 see—1 see,” Marrett slowly nod- ded: “Don’t wanl iny more support from me, eh? Well lad, it hurts. But Dad. 1 don't know what to| " He eame to a dead stop. was glad the boy's eyes| His own were the slim, athletic looked up, a flush warming he It was better so, he told him- The children were definitely for as | hoy's eyes | REAL SHOWN \ THE FIRST 1LOOK OF |ALARM BARRETT HAD LEAPED INTO HIS FACE. Ii{r o (vm has to go won just the same. “I can—go on."” troubled. "Bu! mother, {And Alice. Alice-<she's ate--" | The firet rett He strode over to his arm. | “What about Alice? mean, desperate?” The boy's spirit collapsed. “1 don't know. But she says things {~=gilly things—but somehow she seems to mean them, She cne” It's awful, just desper- look of real alarm his son, grasped What do yen | (To Be Continued). l (Cop)?:hl,. 1022, NEA Service), Henrjetta Hen.had | She had gone to the Why not wait until | Again the boy was | Bar- had shown leaped info his face.| ‘threat- | chickens almost any day, His mates all tried to find out where he was go- Ing to get the chickens, But Tommy Fox wouldn't tell, That evening he asked his mother a question: “How long does it take eggs to hatch' “It all depends whose eggs they are," sald Mrs, Fox wisely, “I think they're a hen's,” Tommy explained. "“Twenty-one days,'" said Mrs. Fox, "Have you been down to the hen- house?" “No, Mother!" “Ahem!" sald Mr, Fox. “If you ever find any eggs, Tommy, you'd bet- ter lead me to them at once. I'll he glad to answer any questions you care to ask about them." “Thank you, Father!" said Tommy Fox. But he kept his news to Nim- self. He knew that his fhther would maxe an end of those eggs very quickly if he had a chance. Fach day after that, Tommy Fox stole down to the meadow, where he could watch the haystack. Tt was Henrletta Hen who owned the nest. And whenever she left her treasure i1t was gweat fun But flypnd ‘-n.hom wings was hard wov) to go and scratch for a meal, Tommy | Fox would creep up to the nest and! gloat over the eight eggs, which were; going to be chickens some day. At first he had been tempted to, seize Henrietta herself and run off with her. But when he stopped to think, he knew that if he did that’ the eggs would never hatch. Better,! he thought, to miss one Henrietta and ged eight chickens later! All this time he was counting. Not only was he counting the eight ogga‘ cach time he visited the nest. He was counting the days.as well. On his second visit he counted two. The next day he counted three. And so it went. He meant to visit the hay- stack very early oh the twenty-first day, and stay there until the chick- ens hatched. % Fiven the most careful people mak§ mistakes sometimes. On the.seven- teenth day- that Tommy Fox went to look at his-—or Henriétta Hen's—eges he had a great surprise. He found nothing but hroken eggshells! 3 “l ought to have eaten them the first day I saw them,” he said with a groan. “I know what's happened. My father followed ,me down here yes- terday. And as seon as I left, he ate the eggs himself." Tommy said nothing to his father about the matter. ‘He never mention- ed. eggs to Mr. FFox. Nor did Mr, Fox say a word abont eggs to him. But a few days later Tommy had another surprise. Mr, Fox came home ! with a bit of news. | “Old Mr. Crow,” Mr, Fox remarked, “tells me that Henrietta Hen has a fine new bropd of chicks. He says he'd like to get onme of them. He says there'd be seven left for Hen- rietta; and that's a big enough fam- ily for anybody to bring up. But Henrietta Hen watches those chicks like a Hawk. She won't let them stray out of her sight."” Well, Tommy Fox was amazed. "You must have made a mistake, Mother!” he ecried. “It took Henri- | etta Hen only sixteen days to hatch those chicks."” “Nonsense!” said Mrs, Fox. ! “Then I must have counted wrong,” said her =on. “What's that?'' Mr. Fox inquired sharpl Did you know she was sit- “Y-yes!" Tommy answered. “Where was she sitting?” Mr. Fox demaided. “In the hay,” Tommy Mr. Fox laughed. “Of course!” he maid. "They gay she always steals her nest in the hay- mow in the barn-—when she can. It's a pity she doesn't steal it in the hay- stack in the meadow." Tommy Fox made no comment on that remark. But he couldn't help wondering why the eggs had hatched in sixteen days. He didn't know that Henrietta had already been sitting on them five days when he found them in | the haystack. | ANl at once he remembered | somebedy had once sald to him, | “Don’t count your chickens hefore they are hatched!" So that was the trouble!” “I'll never do it again,” Tommy vowed. “It's bad luek.” (Copyright 1922 by Metropolitan Nm-.paprr Service.) | POTATO AND TURNIP ' CROQUETTES | BY BERTHA E. SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University 4 large potatoes 2 medium-sized yellow turnips 1 teaspoon salt 1-8 teaspoon pepper 4 tablespoons butter 2 eggs Rread erumbs, Fat for frying Wash, pare and enok the potatoes and turnips in salted water. Drain and lmuh add salt, pepper and butter. | Ada yolks of. egzs, saving whites for | dipping the eroquettes. = Beat the po- tato mixture weil, then place in a pan to cool. Shape in eylinder form, roll in flour, dip in beaten whites of eges, dlluted with one-fourth cup cold water, Roll in sifted bread crumbs and fry until delicately brown in the hd® fat. Drain thoroughly. Garnish with parsley. told him. that | found one congenial | featured one, It's quite pomsible to flaunt the fashionable circular swirl without having one's frock cut with a circular hemline. [This is good news for the | woman who designs her own dresses, since circular skirts are so difficult to hang properly. all the many folds on a draped skirt with wide bands of fur—preferably one of the light shades of caracul or krimmer, Black caracul is still worn on both frocks and wraps, but there is, at present, an especial vogue for sand- colored caracul apd for gray krimmer, Other furs, although seen occasional- ly, are much less popular. ‘FORGET MENOT' T0 OPEN MONDAY, FOX'S Tom Mixin Arabia, and Phi Adams Co. Goming Thursday “Forget Me Not,'” the picture, re- plete with heart throhs, honest hu- | mor and genuine appeal, Wwhich comes to Fox’'s theater, Monday, for a three-days' showing, reproduces with great fidelity the life story. of two foundlings. In the orphanage where her moth- i er has left her as a baby, Ann Gor- don (played by Bessie Love) had soul, . another foundling named Jimmy (enacted by Gareth Hughes). But one day there comes a rich woman who chooses Jimmy for adoption and leaves Ann alone, having passed her by with a scornful eye when she saw that the little girl had a crippled leg. So on through childhood's years, the older children continually find homes, but no one wants the little girl with the crippled leg. An jtinerant street mu- sician takes pity on heér and she goes to share his meagre oné-room home. It i& thus that the paths of the two hildhood sweethearts diverge, but thronugh tpe long years that follow Ann ever carries in her memory an image of immy, and from it draws inspiration and courage in her strug- gle to become a successful violinist. She reaches the peak of her careér when she. is engaged to play at a brilliant social wedding., In the midst of the ceremony she emits a stified cry as she finds that heg bridegroom is her childhood lover. Time passes and ‘into Jim'my's home comes.great sorrow with the loss of his wife and baby. Distraught, he wamders about the streets. Eventually, through a geries of .t ‘agic-romantic’ situations the old lovers are reupited ‘and stroll together down' the patb at leads to happiness. Four snappy vaudeville acts will round out the program and for the last half of next werk Tom Mix in “Arabia.” Sunday evening's show, a double brings popular John Gilbert in the new Fox production, | “Calvert's Valley.” This is a gtory in which mystery is the keynote,. blend- ed with a strong love theme. The play moves swiftly along to a pow- erful and highly dramatic conclu- sion. The other picture js Alice Cal- houn in “Closed Doors.” Some fine vaudeville' talent is being days beginning November 30, Phil Adams and company will hold the boards. This company made a de. cided hit here a year .ago in their minijature musical comedy and this year their program is said to be even better. Following the showing of the above-named pictures, Fox’s plans to present Priscilla Dean in “Under Two Flags" for three days beginning De- cember 4. This will inaugurate a special “Carnival of Happiness Week"" which will also brin# with it-an elab- orate vaudeville program. For the last half of the same week Wesley Barry, the juvenile star, will be fea- tured in the great New York melo- drama, “From Rags to Riches.” —LYCEHUM. “ENTER MADAME! The Lyceum theater again offers an unusually excellent program for next week in both its five-act vaude-: ville bill and its feature motion pic- ture productions. For tomorrow night an elaborate Sunday show is arranged, one of the features being Douglas MacLean in “One a Minute” and the other, a very good drama “What Every Woman Knows,” taken from the stage success of the same name. For Monday. Clara Kimball Young in “Enter Madame" comes, while on Thursday Viola Dana “The $5 Baby" is featured. 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FEl. llott Dexter is a@so in the supporting cast, Mhe Thursday, Friday and Satur- day bill presents charmigg vivacious Viola Dana in Irvin Cobb's celebrated story, taken from the Saturday Eve- ning Post—'"The $§5 Baby." Louise Fazenda has at last realized a long cherished ambition and will be able to forget her comedy role and act as a vampire in the “Beautiful and the Damned,” a new plcture. to be released saon. Where Everybody Goes "—~COME LATE In One of MONDAY — TUESDAY — CLARA KIMBALL YOUNG WEDNESDAY Her Best. WA | ENTER MADAME” brought to Fox's and for the three | in| The vaudeville is changed every Monday and Thursday, the program for_the first half of the week being: Bertie and Ceil in “the spider and the fly,” a short playlet; a singing and dancing comedy sketch, entitled, IT MUST BERTIE AND CEII The Spider and the Fly THE OANARY ACTORS ~ A Distinct Novelty 5-Acts Lyceum Vaudeville-5 BE GOOD- HALLOWE'EN Singing, Dancing and Comedy DOLLY AND GINGER Juvenile Stars JACK HALON' AND GIRLS In a Brilliant Danc.g. Singing and Comedy Revue VIOLA THURSDAY — FRIDAY — SATURDAY THE . $5 BABY —=With— DANA VIOLA DANA In “THE $5 BABY” LYCEUM—THURS,, FRI, SAT. SUNDAY NIGHT ONLY “WHAT EVERY WOMAN KNOWS" Taken from '_he Great Stage Success “One a Minute,” a Featuring Douglas MacLean. MONDAY — TUESDAY — WEDNESDAY THE GIRL NOBODY WANTED Ann Came to that in the Orphanage, and She knmew why. As leng as She stood still visitors liked her smile and the _straightforward look in her eyes. It was when she walked “that they found the flaw—and adopted someone else. The story of Ann is not a novel story, for those things which make it-Loneliness and the hunger for love-are not new. It is just simple and human. Whoever thinks she or he hasn’t a heart they see— “Forget will find it when Me Not” WITH BESSIE LOVE AND GARETH HUGHES - A Story of What Home Means When You Haven’t One. New Britain ‘Theater-goers Will Not Forget “FORGET ME NOT” It WlllleeasLongasCleaands Admire The Beautiful. BIG VAUDEVILLE SHOW