New Britain Herald Newspaper, March 12, 1923, Page 4

A s ’ o NEW BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, MONDAY, MARCH 12, 1923, ——= DAILY FASHION SERVICW,* | Every Frock Has a Story All lts'O'wn m 133 wkteod | Bl | Toks Ii!-lul npty [ ] MK (o nificance as: “This plece of goods was made by John 8mith," or whatever the ¢n- clent Persian artificer's name hap- pened to be, ' But it's different with the old Rus- sian and Hindu and ¢speclally the very old. Egyptian prints—copies of them, of course, A Make Good Sense, Gods, beasts and men ramble all over these silken surfaces in 'eple journeyings, and frequently, in the case of the Egyptlan stuff, to ‘one who understands them, these pictur- ings niake good sense, Suppose, for example, soclety woman, richly gowned in one of Adele Garrison's New Phase of REVELATIONS OF A WIFE ized with relief that there was no danger of the boy's swooning, a pos. sibility of which I had thought, The next minute he had opened his eyes « ",J\\‘v_‘ yiis [ nless otherwise indicutod, thentriml notives wil roviews wn this colotan ure OLD SPOT'S PROMI written hy the prews ugencles for the rospective nmusement company. Grandma Goose thought that old dog Spot's idea was a fine one, And she sald right away that she would again, his momentary dizziness gone,!get herself a sunbonnet and cut some “I am ashamed to be so good-for-|windows in the sides of it, so she nothing," he said with boyish embar.[could watch, out for anybody that rassment, I can't understand it, 1|meant to harm her goslings. | was a great deal stronger yesterday, “Thank you very much | Indeed, Dr, Pettit discharged me sev- " she said to old dog Spot. The Way Tom Chester Expressed Himself to Madge A fire of fagots was sending up a cheery blaze in my father's room, and through the windows from which the curtains had been drawn aside, the early winter sun was streaming Its light pitilessly betrayed the marks which {liness had left upon the rected so many of the star's former KENNETH HARLAN AT FOX'S, Claire 'Windsor and Kenneth Har- |Successes, lan, apeparing in “The Little Church| 'Thursday's feature will present Around the Corner, ,at Fox's today|Mary Miles Minter and Tom Moore in through Wednesday, are an unbeat-|"The Cowboy and the Lady” and able palr when it comes to movie pop- | #tarting next Sunday Charlle Chaplin ularity and acting ability, The pic- Wil be scen'in “The Pilgrim." ture presents a real cross section of R r———— for “your help! And face of young Tom Chester, who, at-| tired in a heavy dressing-gown, was huddled in a big armchair over the fire, as though he could not get enough of the warmth, So accustomed was he apparently to a knoek upon his door that he did not turn his head in greeting when in answer to his feeble “Come in" we | entered the room. Rut when Lillian said cheerily, "Good morning, boy, I have brought you a visitor.” he start- | ed violently, and rose with heavy awk-| wardness from his chair. | That he was hardly able to stand | T saw, as he supported himself with & hand perceptibly trembliing, upon| the back of the armchair. But there| was no sign of weakness or [fatigue | in his ey Instead, they gleamed brightly, joyously, although the flush| which erept into his pallid cheeks was | patently one of fever Instcad of health, *“You !" he “At| said breathlessly. las 1 could not keep the quick color| from my own face, for T knew Lil-| lian's eyes were upon me, and guessed her secret amusement at the extrava- gance in the boy's tone. But 1. schooled my voice to matter-of-fact| friendliness, “I have been very coming to see you before,” I said with| my best hostess-to-invalid-guest man- ner, “'but perhaps Mrs. Underwood has told you that I have been under the sway of an old enemy, neuralgic head- ache, ever since 1 came home.” Madge Is Worried she was kind enough not to “And tell me,” he returned tensely. you have been suffering ! His tone made this an unbearable | calamity. “Not any more,” I returned lightly. “I'm feeling very fit indeed. But I am so sorry you have had so tediou a siege. Mrs. Underwood assures me, | train should bring him home, eral days ago, saying all T needed now was to gain strength. 1 had | hoped to be able to go—~home-—~before this. T have been a burden on you | people too long." “Oh ! Forgive me !" There was something about the word “home,"” as the boy brought it out-—it appeared to stick in his throat ~~which brought a lump into my own. T knew that the lad's own home, since his idolized mother had passed out of life, was but a room in a village boarding-house, Yet I hesitated un- accountably, under Lillian's keen eyes, to assure the hoy of the welcome that every gencrous instinct in me urged. 1 was relieved when Marion's clear young voice calling her mother sound- ed from the corridor outside, When Lillian had gone I hent toward the sick lad. “Please let me hear no more talk of your going home,” I said with mock severity, and with more than 'a twinge of apprehension as to what Dicky would say when the afternoon But 1 to my notion, went on steadily, for, the services the lad had rendered us made it an obligation of honor for us {to offer him unstinted hospitality and remiss in not| 37" u to go away from us until you're ully recovered, instead of just being convalescent,” I said, “and you ought you here.” ‘which made it impossible for me look at him. And then I felt his thin, | feverish hands seize mine | them in a tense grip. | “I know—I know good you are, Ah—how I have want- d to sce you ! ince you went away. aw; om here as soon as I can. however, that you are steadily gain- ing.” “That's what they tell me,” he said a Dbit faintly, and I gave a little cry| | of compunction. “You must not stand!" sharply. * down at once.” “If you'll sit down,” he said with an obstinate little smile, and I promptly dropped into the nearest chair, one drawn up in front of the fire, close to his own. “Thank you,' he murmured, and sank down heavily in his own chair, closing his eyes for an instant, patent- ly from sheer weakness. I glanced alarmedly at Lillian, but sheygave a 1 said| | can't stay near you and not— Oh! ! forgive me. [ much. Please don’t answer me. forget what I said. I'd give my life to serve you. He brought my hands to his lips, and I felt the burning pressure of his lips upon them. Then he relcased them and sank back in his chair with a face so ashen that I was alarmed, and rising from my chair, started for the door with the intention of sum- moning Lillian. But in the doorway, with a sneering smile set upon | lips, and a devil of anger in his eyes, | stood Dicky. Good- reassuring little gesture, and I real-| pr 4 R GiKe AN INTIMATE STORY OF i Evorions RPevEALD IN Mma CopyriSht 1923-N.E.A. Service Inc. Letter From John Alden Prescott to His Fiancee, Leslic Hamilton. My Dear Girl: Have you by any chance met a Priscilla Bradford lately? She is the daughter of a very dear friend of my mother and she is visiting a distant | Letter From Leslic Hamilton to John | the name of Mary | relative of mine by Alden in your town. 1 have never met Miss Alden, and to tell you the truth, I could get along very well if T had never met Priscilla Bradford. My mother, however, is very fond of her. She is long on coming over in the Mayflower and all such rot, and Priscilla claims direct descent from Governor Bradford. Personally, T don’t care whether my ancestors cmigrated in the Mayflower “ or the Kaiser Wilhelm. It seems to me to be the silliest thing imaginable to keep harping on your ancestors. Anyway, - Priscilla has certainly spilled the heans. You see, darling, 1 had neglected to write to mother to tell her that you had made me the happiest man on earth. Mother fis kind of fussy, you know; and I was quite aware that she had picked out Priscilla for me, and I hope you @on't think I'm conceited when T tell you that 1 also knew Priscilla was * willing. 1 was a coward, I guess, and 1 put off writing to her from day to day. Of course, I never dreamed that Fate could play me such a joke as to plant that meddling Priscilla Brad- ford in your town just when the so- clety editors are hounding you to death ani every time you turn around some reporter is going to make copy of it. You can imagine my mother’s hor- ror when she got a newspaper clip- ping telling all about your buying some elahorate nightdress for your troussean—for you must know she has no idea of modern yellow journal- night, dear one; isn't it horrible I haven't dreamed of you once, and every night when I closed my eyes I | prayed to do so? Asgain, good night | my own girl, JACK. Alden Prescott. Dear John: I have not by any chance met Pris- cilla Bradford, and to tell you the {truth I hope I will not—cat! I do know slightly your. distant relative, Mary Alden. Miss Alden belongs to that class of | society whose greatest pleasure is en- tertaining the Welfare League. .Once in a great while she comes to one of | the parties given by some of the older | set, and she sits alongside of the wall with her mouth pursed up as though she thoroughly disapproved of all of us. As for dancing, she would not think it. 1 think she is engaged to the assistant preacher at the First M. E. church. She will make him a good wife. I am quite sure that your Priscilla | Bradford is a cat, and I think it is very horrid of her to send all that stuff to your mother. You can, course, see that she wants your moth- er to dislike me. T did not put it in the paper that I had purchased a nightdress like the one worn by the Princess Olga of Ru- of mania, but some anterprising reporter | it somewhere, and of course you undergtand that it was spread on society page immediately. forgive me, got can the | wonder if you will dear John, my think your | very nice mind. wear any underclothes to speak of. and then makes a great fuss if by e “It would be the height of folly for| | to’know how glad we all are to have Into the boy's eyes came a flame | to and hold ** he stammered | incoherently, “how divinely kind and | 1 has been an eternity But I must get | I 1 never meant to say so| Just | Remember only his of if 1 tell you that I|longer. mother must not have a| She seems to be one | | of those persons who is always finding fault because the modern girl does not. then a blank look came over her face, “My! My!" she exclaimed, “I've just thought of something. 1 can't wear a sunbonnet, after all." Old dog Spot wanted to know why she couldn't, “Because” ~— Grandma Goose ex- plained “because those side win- dows wouldn’t let me sce the sky. And I wouldn't be able to tell if there was a hawk overhead,” “Yes, you could,” Spot insisted. “Cut a skylight in%your sunbonnet.” “I declare,” gasped Grandma Goose, these IEgyptian silks, chances to meet a learned Egyptologist—the latter will be able to take a look and then read her dress right off. » Not Very Popular. This sort of thing promises to be so weird and exciting that there's ex- pected to be little demand for plain silks, even in they most ravishing colors, A feeble attempt's being made popularize single-color prints white backgrounds, but they're not making much of a hit—much too tame and respectable, ,in comparison with the Tut-ankh-Amen patterns the coming season's to behold. to on Veteran of World War Victim of Trench Gas David W. Rosenpberg, a veteran of the World War &nd son of Mr. and Mrs. Louls Rosenberg of 142 Hartford avenue, died Sunday morning at United States Public Service hospital, No. 41, at West Haven, where he had been under treatment for the pasttwo years. Death was due to gas poison- ing. Mr, Rosenberg was 26 years old and leaves besides his parents, one broth- er, Dr. H. 8. Rosenberg of Meriden; three sigters, Mrs. Rose Greenberg of Toronto, Canada; Mrs, Sarah Cohen of Hartford and Mrs. Bernard Marcus of this city. The funeral was held this afternoon from his late home. Military honors were conferred by Eddy-Glover post, American Legion, and burial was in Beth"Alom cemetery. The painted rocks of Gitchie Gu- mie had nothing on the new spring silks. They're all decorated with pictures and every picture tells a story. They're hieroglyphics, that is to say. And those old hierogiyphics, as everybody knows, meant things. A picture stood for a word, or a lot of words, and people who are skilled in reading them can filgure these meanings out. Qaint Old Names. To be sure, the meaning may not amount to 'much. The pictures copied for instance, from the ancient Persian prints generally have some such sig- T11 make em voost” Turkey Proudfoot gobbled savagely. “I never should have thought of that, Thank you very, very much!” Oid dog Spot was as pleased as she was, ' “Don’t mention it!" he replied. But he really hoped she would tell everybody on the farm. “There's just one thing that wor- ries me, about wearing a sunbonnet with windows and a skylight,” Grand- ma Goose told him. “I'm afraid the | glass might get broken.” | “Oh! You don’t necd to have glass in the windows, nor in the skylight either,” Spot assured her. “Very well!” Then I won't,”” Grand- ma Goose agreed. And she began to smile happily. “With holes cut in it, for the | breezes to blow through, your sunbon- I net will be the coolest one in Pleas- ! r old dog Spot declared. “I shouldn't be surprised,” he added, “if you set a new fashion. As soon as Johnnie Green's mother and Aunt Polly Woodchuck see yqur sunbonnet, they'll probably cut holes in theirs.” “That's all very well,” said Grand- ma Goose dryly. “The question fis, where am I going to get a sunbonnet? [ Answer me that if you can.” | “You must go a-shopping,” said the old dog. ! “What! And take twelve gmall chil- dren with me?” cried Granfima Goose. “Each one of the twelve would want | everything he saw.” eave the children here in the farmyard. They'd be quite safe.” “No! There's that awful Miss Kitty Cat. T don't trust her,” Grandma Goose hissed, “If T had a nose like yours I'd offer to keep her away from your family,” old dog Spot remarked. “But | my nose is tender ¥nd Miss Kitty's claws are sharp.” “Maybe you could find a sunbonnet for me, somewhere,” Grandma Goose | suggested hopefully. | Although old Spot didn't care much ;ror that plan, he said he would do what he could. He didn’t want to dis- | appoint Grandma Goose. (Copyright, 1923, by Metropolitan Newspaper Service.) Introducing strangers .is an art. In-| | troductions are not merely for the| | purpose of making acquaintances; they constitute the foundation for friendships. Hence they “should amount to more than a haphazard statement of names. The skillful in- troducer places those introduced upon some ground of common interest, giv- ing them an opportunity to advance this new acquaintance if they so de- sire. Introductions. 1. Before introducing persons to each other, one should be morally certain the introduction is agreeable to them both. 2. The introducer should ever be | careful to enunciate both names dis- tinctly; an incomplete introduction, | omitting one’s name, is embarrassing. It's bad manners to make introduc- The man is presented to the tions as the result of a chance meet- waman, the younger person to the jne on the street, unless there are older, except in instances of notables, | particularly good reasons for so do- such as the president of the United |jng, States. | 4. All introductions should be |express his pleasure. courteously acknowledged; a man| 5. Future recognition of an in- being introduced to a woman waits troduction depends on the ' pleasure for her to extend her hand, and if|and social sense of the persons in- she doesn’t, he may not, and briefly | troduced. "ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING ~ SHAMROCK ROLLS By BERTHA E. SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University Pour a cup of scalded milk over half teaspoon of salt, and when it is likewarm, add a half cake of yeast soaked in two tablespoons of warm | water, and a cup of flour. | Stir until smooth, cover, let stand [in a warm place until the batter is | full of bubbles, adding then two ta- blespoons of melted butter, a slightly beaten egg, and two more cups of | flour. Stir with a knife until a dough is formed stiff enough to take onto a 'toard and knead, adding more flour it necessary. Knead until dough is smooth and free from lumps, return to bowl and let rise until it has doubled in bulk. Then take onto-board #gain and di- vide into 18 pieces, divide each piece into three equal parts, and shape these into 'smooth, round balle. Place three of these balls in each muffin tin and let rise until light, = FINDS HER FAITH. tting on the steps in) when Justin and Dor- ), othy returned from the field. | Dorothy rushed into Iate's® out-| stretched arms. Justin dropped ossl-! Iy .into place beside his daughter, | He took her hand and waited for: her to speak.. He knew that she had | ¢ to him, so subtle was| the prairie man's understanding of | his daughter, | “Yes, father, I do want to talk id Kate. And then she told Justin of the secret burden of the littie battered | trunk. She told him of James La-| tham and her decision. | “I'm glad, child,” he said, when she | had finished. “I'm glad for the girl| Bake for 20 minutes in a quick |who is gone—your mother," softly. oven, brush over with melted but- “The last thing she thought of was| {ter, and bake one or two minutes you. I knew she'd bring you back to| us and that somehow she'd earn your | love again. | “Call it what you will, Katie,” he! continued, “intuition, hunch, or some supernatural force—I know that your| mother couldn't have been happy| until she had given you back the| faith you lost that noon 12 years ago | KATE Kate was, s the sunlight to e | Gossip’s Corner|| l | - | American life. Accompanying the pic- ture are four high grade@cts of vau- deville, featuring IKlizabeth Nelson and ‘Darry- Boys in a shappy singing and dancing reyue with special'-scen- ery and effects, §cott and Chrystie have a clever comedy offeripg that is a guaranteed laugh producer, The other two acts are Downing .and Jeanette, who sing the latest songs in their own original way, and ‘Sam Lee, China's greatest musician, Readers of the Saturday Evening Post who read Canyon of :the Iools will all want to see the picture which begins on Thursday, starring Harry Carey in the flim version of that story. Beginning on Sunday evening, March 18, and continuing through the following Wednesday, the greatest Chaplin comedy of the past few years, “The Pligrim,” will be shown. ‘VIRGINIA SERENADERS,’ PALACE An exceptionally clever and large Keith vaudeville bill opens athree- day engagement at the Palace today. There are 17 performers in the four acts offered and they are promised to contribute one of the best hills of- fered this season. Opening the bill is Paul Brady, a versatile fellow who has a clever act to offer; Nolan & Co. offer a comedy novelty. offering ealled “The Jesting Swede,” which will be well recelved during their stay here; Manning & Hall Co. will be one of the big hits with a comedy offering that has made them favorites every- where on the Keith circuit. The fea- ture offering is “The Virginia Seren- aders,” with a cast of ten artists who offer music, songs and dances, intro- ducing their original jazz band. The photoplay feature on the same bill presents Kdtherine MacDonald, Am- erica’s beauty, in her new production “The Woman's Side."” This is not-a triangle .story but it possesses three distinct angles, any one of which would guarantee its success. It is a story of womanhood, politics and“human hearts. With this trinity of dominant themes no one angle dominates to the detriment of another. The story was prepared and dis rected by J. A. Barry, who has di- THE YOUNG LADY ACROSS THE WAY LYCEUM MON. — TUES, — WED. ‘ello Good Times’ Musical Comedy The Picture DOROTHY GISH in “The Country Flapper’ AMERICAN LEGION REVUE HELLO GOOD TIMES—LYCEUM. “Hello Good Times” a lively, breezy little musical comedy, opened a w_Mk'l engagement at the Lyceum theater this afternoon to an audience that seemed to fully enjoy and ap- preciate the efforts, This show, put on by the Ginger Bnap Revue, is one of the snappiest playing this season.’ The star comedian s Dave Shaftner. Accompanying this show is one of the best pheto dramas of the scason, Dorothy Gish, star of the old Birth of a Nation, and later a featured play- er in “The Two Orphans,” adopted from the Tale of Two Cities, is starred \ in The Country Flapper. - ST. PATRICK'S CEILIDH, Liam Mellows council, A, A. R. I R., will hold a 8t Patrick's ceilidh and dance on Thursday evening in Judd's hall. Irish and American dancing will be enjoved, and the com- mittee on _arrangements promises other interesting features of enter- tainment. The dances and entertain- ments formerly held have been en- Jjoyed, and it is assured that this will be no exception to the rule, An old fashioned supper of home cooked food will be served by the en- tertainment committee of the Wom- an’s soclety of First (Center) church on Thursday at 6:30, Notify Mrs. H: Booth by Tuesday. Telephone 1408, Mrs, Allan Dean of 12 Pearl Court, who is recelving medical treatment at the New Britain General hospital, is reported as improving. Indianola council, No. 19, D. of P., will meet tomorrow eening. Follow- ing the business meeting a social gathering will be held and the mem- bers will bring small gifi Church More Important Than Social Engagements Rev. Walter A. McCrann urged the young people of St. Mary's parish to forget their Wednesday night social engagements and attend Lenten de- votions at the masses, yesterday in St. Mary's church. Father McCrann said that there are many serious ‘matters to be considered by young people about to wed, and one of the most important is religion. Unless young people about to embark upon the geas of matrimony understand their life partners, have devotion and attend to their duties, the “wishy-washy" pre- liminaries to weddings will avail them nothing as they go aleng, he declared. w. STORM WARNINGS Washington, March 12.—This storm warning ‘was issued today Dby the Wweather bureau: 9:30 a. m., southeast storm warnings are displayed from Block Island, R. I, to Eastport, Me., strong ecast and southeast wind and probable gales today, severe storm over lake region moving rapidly northeastward. TONIGHT — T Keith Vaudeville A Big Bill of Quality 17-Performers-1 ~—Featuring— “The Virginia Serenaders” 10-People-10 MUSIC — SONG — DANCES DON'T MISS THE JAZZ BAND PAUL BRADY “Versatility NOLAN & CO. “The Jesting Swede™ MANNING & HALL €O. 4—Real Comedians—4 thherine MacDonald —In— “The Woman'’s Side”’ D =~ Next Sunday—Charlic Chaplin In “THE PILGRIM" some possibility someone happens to apeak of them. (They seem to he things that are very nccessary to he Lemon and Water. worn, but no one should think of You can freshen vegetables that speaking of them. To my mind it is are wilted by letting them stand for a very silly idea. an hour in water to which the juice Oh, John, I know I am being nasty, | of a lemon has been added. ism. You must confess, dear girl, that it was putting it on a bit thick for people with old-fashioned ideas when | such intimate details of wedding trousseaus are made public. If by any possibility you should sec Priscilla, perhaps it would be a good | but you never did love that Priscilla thing for you to be nice to her; of | Bradford, did you? And yeu would eourse, you will have to invite her to|never let your mother or anyone elre the wedding. Mother will probably think that I wasn't nice, would you, insist upon Priscilla staying with her|just because I cannot endure that &t the hotel when she is there. | hypocritical modesty which to me is| I am counting the days, nweetheart, ‘ more vulgar than honest frankness? Pull Out a Thread. and surely “it is a long, long way to| 1 am just heartbroken over this af-| When making curtains always pull ‘n"enry and the sweetest girl I|fair, for I wanted your mother to love a thread before you cut them and fol- know.” xpect perhaps that you | me. I wanted her to think that T was!low that. Theh your curtains will should write to mother. What are the | going to be a good wife to you. You hang evenly and after laundering they ethics of Mrs. Grundy on this subject? | know I will, don't you, John? [ will nat lose fheir shape. T'm sure 1 don't know. | The spots on this paper are tears| e Keeps Away Months, Apply gasoline with a sponge brush to your carpets to keep moths away. or the when you returned from the city and her words sent you back. “Finding Dan's letter has given you back that faith—hasn't it, girl?" His hand was on her hair. In the silence that followed, while she though of her father's words, she| <aguely sensed a ‘connection between | them—~her faith, her mother, Dan's| letter, ] At length: { “Yes, father-—I've found my faith again,” she said. “And there's only one love that ever really touches the heart, isn't there, Katie?” He was talking half to himself. “Yes—just one.” Justin stopped to stroke Monk, Who | Poor mother, I'm her only son you and for once I am glad you are not Makes Furniture Shine. know, and I guess I haven't lived up | here, for I am not pretty when T ery. 0dl pieces of velvet or velveteen t+ what her son whose ancestors came | But cither smiling or weeping, T am|should be saved and used for polish- @¥er in the Mayflowes should. Gaod[nlwayu your loving, LESLIE. |[ing furniture, had settied at his feet on the steps.| It was after dinner. The trees were | purple along the horizon and the 98 FATHER—I'VE FOUND MY FAITH AGAIN.” Kate sought the rustic chairs under the pines. Justin was there. up as his daughter approached. He sat strangely motionless. Kate touched his hand. She spoke to him. He made no motion. Kate stepped back and searched his face in the gathering shadows. Then she knew. Justin had come to the end of the way. , Kate stood long, with tear-dimmed eyes, looking out over the great stretch of grass, a stretch she had come to love because in it she had fond peace, and alone with it, she was lonely no longer. (The End.)) He did not look l sun had disappeared behind the hill. (Copyright, 1923, NEA Service, Inc.) Don't Ask Me LYCEUM THEATER MARCH 19, 20, 21 Get Tickets Now. Exchange at Crowell's Wednesday March 14, 9 A. M NOW PLAY. ‘The Little Church Aroundthe Corner’ Big Cast With KENNETH HARLAN 4 — BIG ACTS — 4 THURS. — FRI, — SAT, HARRY CAREY —IN— "CANYON OF THE FOOLS" Palace—Coming The Photoplay _ Masterpiece “THE CHRISTIAN”