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

MY HUSBAND’S LOVE Adele (farrison's New Phase of And there comes this saving thought Like riage The Question Vital to Her Happiness then With Dicky and to All Who Are Married, Which Madge Had to Ask Hersell, Is there some mysterious, magical thing which lies at the heart of every marringe that is completely happy” This is the guestion wh my heart-strings as I look long-ago pertect weddin honeymoon which were mine, And then there memory of the phrase wedding day T wrote in the all the rest of life itself, mar- demands of those who would | it a suceows, forgetfulness of the fanits of the other, 18 the root of un-, huppiness the fact that we who marry | s0 thoughlessly, so ardently and so cagerly, ideallze the loved one and (then are plunged into the nethermost depths of woe when the beloved proves hut human® Into my heart another though sinks, | the and I ask myself this question: my| Is there in every marriage a time little diary | when each one asks: *Js it worth the | that never has left me—to which I effort to try to Keep my wife's, my have devoted an hour each day sinee’ h||nhu|ul s love?" we were married-—my “thinking Unespected Call, hour” my little mother used to call With thn ficrceness 1 would thrust it. To give the full flavor that away a dagger almed at the heart of phrase, 1 shall re N« the son hoth Dicky and 1 adore, | tences which preceded it thrust this thought from me when “I do not knew what has come to first it rose into my mind. Yet it re- me. 1 worship Dick. He sweéps me | turns again and again—but I push it off my feet with his love, his vivid|from me with the cry 1 gave upon personality overpowers my more com- our marriage day and set down in my monplace self, but through all the be- | little book: Dicky's and comes to I of which on | | of the copy | s | Mrs. Ttear told her son Cuffy, | angry,” Cuffy insisted, MOREO'FTALES CUFFY BEAR BY ARTHIR SCOTT BAILEY Py a————— 'OOLING MR, BEAR, “1 don't think you'd better risk it," “But, why not, Ma?" he asked her, “Tomorrow's All Fools' Day, Can't I play a trick on my own father?" “If it were almost any other trick, I'd say yes,” Mrs. Bear replied, “But| yon know yourself that your father| i8 very touchy about his food,” | “This trick ought not to make him “'Sister Silkie said we ought to eat up his dinner be- fore he came home, HBut I knew that | would never do.” “My goodness! I should say not!" Mrs. Bear exclaimed, “My trick won't take any food away LIt filnedg [1inen and tissue gingham are used for | vou,” Mrs, Bear replied, DAILY FASHION SERVICR.* MORNING FROCK Ratine-barred volle, tissue volle, the simple morning frocks shops are showing for summer, The model sketched is only slightly hloused at the waistline and its col- lar and short sleeves promise comfort for hot weather, The full length vest panel matches the long string belt, Colar and cuffs are white touched up with a line of colored’ cross-stitch embroldery, smart ing. Wi In early spring, food was al- vs scarce in the woods, “I hope you've managed to find| enough for a square meal tonight,” Mr. Bear said to his wife, “I have a fine dinner ready for/ For once | she didn’t need to call the children to | a meal, They were right there. And | they could hardly walt for their fath-| er to sit down at the table. | As he dropped into his seat, Mr, Rear's eyes swept the table greedily. “ANh!" he cried, “This is going to be a real feast.,” Squirrel! Rabbit! Chip- munk! And=-bless me! If this {sn't a potato!™ g Cuffy's smooth brown stone lay ex- actly in front of Mr. Bear, who no-| ticed that there wasn't anything else on the table that looked like a po- tato. “I suppose,” he remarked, “this po- burned spots will be m..nv cleaned, __ lof the Lloyd standard—-a standard of J“ mm "“""lh l‘!l r\ml no | %M oy HAROLD LIOYD AT PALACE. Starting today for the last half of the week ,the Palace is presenting Harold Lloyd, the lad who makes the whole world laugh, in his newest and | greatest comedy, “Doctor Jack,” & five reel comedy that will prove very ! popular during its run here. This 1§ | the photoplay that President Harding personally requested for a showing of | it in the Capitel that he and the; | membors of his family could look at it. It is assured that the President | had & good laugh at Hareld Lloyd as | this is certainly the cleanest and flnn!! |comedy that has ever been shown on the screen, All are comedy situations | of a most hilarious nature, He cures a little freckled kid from a “serfous* illnees in a most amazing manner. He turns a poker game up side down so | that when the show-down comes there | 'is nothing left but the players’ volces, | In fact the entire production is ahead laughter set by ti Laughter King. On the same bil there will be a fine i '!ll ATERS \n,‘ w Wik aevewas o tils colutan are B the respective awusement MUSICAL, COMEDY AT LYCEUM As funny as was the musical com« edy production by [Felix Martin's troupe at the Lyceum the first three duys of the week, that which opened tlis afternoon was a record breaker as far as laughs are concerned, Felix himpelf is the greatest fun maker of the lot. As the old Irishman who is always getting into troubte and whe, wi he appears to be the butt of every quib, twists it about so that his {tormentor fs tho goat, he 1is gre: Martin is ably supported by a most capable cast and chorus of new and old favorites, The prima donna, Miss Rose Emmett, appeared formerly with | Hoyt's revue and for the singing parts in which she appears she is admirably suited, The picture which opened this aft- ernoon is a smashing melodrama *“The Curse of Drink.” For downright sen- sational scenes and a thrill that is not cagily forgotten, this picture has them all beaten, It runs the entire gamut of human emotions and while the plot wildering intoxication of my engage- ment and marriage, a little mocking| devil, a cool, eynical, lttie devil, i8] constantly whisp ng in my ear: “*You fool, you fool, to imagine you can escape unhappiness! There is no such thing as a happy mar- riage !' " Swiftly my mind sweeps back over the joys and the sorrows of the years| which lie between the hour I wrote | terror which that sentence and this instant. Dicky insisted 1 give up my work, and| against all my convictions 1 yielded to| his wishes, only to go back to work| when the war took him away, to h“llr the money I needed and to have a sedative for the heartache of loneli- ness, 1 returned for a time to teaching 1 gave up when I became| Dicky's wife. So I know that the| magic 1 am seeking lies not in work of my own. | Madgze is Perplexed | The coming of our adorable son scemed to promise that his lips would | lisp the magic secret. Yet unhappi-| ness even more poignant than be-| fore his sunny smil lighted our| home, has been mine in moments of | deep sadness, Is the fault mine alone that we have| missed the magic formala of perfect happine: Is it Dicky’ ? Are| we equally at fault? Or is there need of constant adjustment—daily lrutt]ing‘ with self=—to find the never-abiding| but always-to-be-grasped happiness for which our hearts yearn? or— My mind wanders over the lives of | my own little mother, now dead and | gone, and my father still haunted by! the memory of moments which he will always regret. Dicky's mother-—dear Mother ham—Iloyal, never complaining about | any hour of her years with Dic father, gow dead, and yet Romfltil“(‘sv watching me with sympathetic, under- | standing eyes, Katherine and Gra- Jack Bickett—how sure I was that they would find to-| gether perfect peace! She secmed | ideally constituted to bring enduring happiness to the cousin foster-brother, | who once had asked me to be his wife, | and with whom at times I had he-| lieved I might find true happiness. But Jack is far away on business, and Katherine—because of his unreason- able command that she immure her- self in lonelines secretly took up some vital government work under #he direction of Lillian Underwood ! and brilliantly finished it. Lillian and Harry Underwood—| how strange seems even to link| their names! Is Lillian's real rea- son for not divorcing Ha coldly scparated and poignantly unhappy as| ¢ both have been for so long, her| e not to bring her little daugh- name—dear littie Marion—into | divorce proceedings? Much as Lillian loves Robert Savarin—perfectly as he worships her—does Lillian fear to chance again the hazards of happi- ness in marriage even with her ideal lover? Alfred and Ileila cently wedded and strangely restiess —why Why This is the word of dust, and yet as hig as which shines before though writ in letters of fi NERVOUS WOMAN COMPLETEWRECK Tells How She Was Made Well by Lydia E. Pinkhaim’s Vegetable Compound Indianapolis, Indiana.—‘‘Now I want to tell you just what induced me to take your medicine, It seemed that I had it | you Durkee, so yet sometimes in their happiness re- small as a g he oyes o this way I had a ner- 'vous breakdown and thought I would not live, and if I did that Iwould never be well again. But I told them 1 was !. woll. thlt I was not going n. My husband got me Phkhun'l Vegetable Com- -Id I took six bottles of it. I and had three | ve recommended ever lince.nnd u would think | vell: s E. Plnkhnm's table Cora- an excellent and ne for ex- | be taken | | double stre ngth Othine; {taken a wee furnished | zon | When 1 Jasked, | which T write, “1 wall be happy ! T will! T will!” v the prospects seem brighter ' y have shone In many weary Out from the shadows of inno- months, unhappiness caused by Dicky's |eently silly escapade with Claire Fos- ter, so perfectly proper that no one save a jealons wife could look at it | with eyes capable of finding a real| fault-——out from the black shadows of engulfed my father, Katherine, Lillian and me, and even swept Dicky into their menace for a time—we have come to quict, peace- ! ful, happy hourse, which seem like the blessed days of a honeymoon re- turned to bles Worn out ot | with the problems the | those days_before Liilian and my mh-.)nm er and Alien Drake captured the gang in the interests of the government still shocked by the surprising es- | . cape of Grace Draper from the net so carefully spread, Dicky and T have | apartment lfif the heart of the city. It's a strange | little place, and yet already it bear the charm of home. Unlike the farmhouse with its wide expanse of rolling fields and far hori- | of the blue of the never- p!aud, sea, its flogds of sunlight, and its soli- tude upon the lonely countryside, | this home looks out upon a bustling | strect. ‘Brick and mortar, steel and| stone, asphalt pravements and ”'ri roar of never-cnding traffic fill the o8 which look from these windows|— and throng the ears that cannot shut out the ceaseless sounds. Here sun- shine seldom enters, each makes, sun- shine for— An unfamiliar kneck sounding on| the apartment door interrupted me had crossed the living-room and the littie hall traversed by three steps or less, and had opened the door, there stood a woman whom 1] had seen but had never met before. | Her ample, yet still pretty figure| was wrapped in a brilliant biue | kimono, on which Japanese embroid- | ery flaunted great birds and blossoms | of pink, vellow and black. Above her chubby face—so child-like and yet so caleulatingly wise-—was piled a riot of bleached yellow hair over eves as in- nocent as those of a child, and yet as sharp as one who holds the wisdom, all the goodness and the wickedness| of the world compressed within flwlr‘ compelling, lovely depths v! Pardon me, for running in| so unexpected neighborlike—I live in | the back apartment—my kitchen's| right next to yours. The smell of the dinners you cook that nice-looking| husband o' yours just wafted |hrnnzh: the wall and—m'm~-they told me that were the kind of woman who would like doing a neighbor a favor. | T always said that one wife can tell| how good another wife is just by! smelling her cooking, and this min ute my eyes tell me I'm right. & dearie—" i “Teach Me the Way—" “What can I do for yor was perhaps more business-like, more | cold than I thought. I “Well,” her keen eyes met mine firmly, and a twinkle Iit them for an instant. “Lend me an onion, wiil you, dearie?" 1 “Of cours tanding ther her she I smiled, left obtained what and returned just in time to shift from where she haa against the door—and perhaps from craning her very short neck-—te take in all the details of our home. “Here you are,’ I said as sweetly as I could manage under the cir- cumstance, Arc you sure there's nothing else-— “That's dandy see her leancd Nothing more to- day.” Her voice held a little laugh- ing lilt. “I'l bring its sister back some day I got more time and make a longer call, Slerg!” Back at my desk, head on arms folded across the fragile shelf on eyes searching the alit of blue sky that 1 can sre from here when T turn my upward and hold my 1 iust so, T ery Teach me the way to happiness Digclose unto me the magic which lies at the heart of every marriage that is completely happy ! 1 will be patient—I shall seck God that 1 shall find ! vo8 nray FRECKLES Don’t Mide Them With a Vel Move Them With Othine— Double Strength. This preparation for the treatment of freckles is usually so successful in removing freckles and giving a elear, ! beautiful complexion that it is sold Re- | urider guarantee to refund the money if it fa Don't get an ounce move them. Even the plieations should show improvement, o frawkles vanishing entirely, Be sure to ask the drogeist for the | it is this that is sold on the moncy-back guarantee, hide your freckles under a of Othine and re- first fow ap- wonderful lighter | of the | that he makes me hungry My tone and she simoly doesn’t se how he finds |as John | down throngh the gorge, a littie bit | found myself snuggling up to John. | had | was brought dewn to earth when John tato is meant for me.” “Yes, TFather!” said Cuffy, as he scowled at his sister Silkie. She didn’t look solemn enough to suit him. “I won't offer to share it with the sald Mr, Bear. “There'll | of potatoers in a few 3 And reaching a paw om‘ swiftly, he pulled the stone nearer| (and bit 1t, | “April fool! April fool!" cried Cuf-| fy. And both he and his lln"r‘ houneed from their seats and jumped | up and down. st Their father He'll roar. | (Copyright, 1923, by Metropolitan | Newspaper Service.) April fool!™ eried “April foal! Ty, let out a frightful | from Father,"” Cuffy went on. have just as much to eat as he would have had if T didn’t play the trick on “Well," said. Mrs. Bear—"well, I A IR | nate to say vés and 1 hate to say no. | | After all, All Fools’ Day comes but { 1t d g if a it I e o e ks s || GO8STP’s Corner| e e ] | nn)om‘ Let me see that stone: ! Scarf for Corsage again.” Cuffy A colorful Deauville scarf knotted ino something which sembles a corsage and acts in that capacity in a gown of navy blue crepe trimmed with alternate bands | f: the material and of fine net-dyed | | e, | A Longer RBrassicres Brassieres become longer and —————————{longer as corsets shrink in impor- |tance. Most of them are developed in | mmum uuv mmmwfl [ satin or hear isrsey and ave trimmed | with fllet lac gave her the smooth stone had found in the bed of the OS\ re- brook. “It does look exactly like a potato,” Mrs. Bear murmured with a smile. "It just to look at it.” “Say I may play my trick on Iath- ' Cuffy begged her. And Mrs. Bear said yes. Mr. Bear was a very hungry gentle- man when he came home that even-| Attractive pockets on the summer | frocks are made of braid or folds of | #ilk wound into a pattern and held | in place by faney stitches or fagoting. | They make a trimming as well nsl | serving a useful purpose, | Printed Velvets ! Printed velvets are being exploited | in Paris for evening wraps They are | {banded with the /lightest of fox furs Junrl lined only with chiffon or thin Lerepe. Black &alln Frock A stunning black satin frock is |elinging, straight and untrimmed, |save for sleeves of ecream georgette | heavily embroidered in Russian de- | sig | Summer Uniform ! Blouses of gay printed fabrics and pleated skirts of plain bid fair to become almost a uniform for summer. They show infinite variety and chic. | Helps Fish Flavor You will improve the flavor of fish | if you sprinkie a little salt in the fat in which it is fried. | Removes Burned Spots To clean enameled or granite uten- | sils in which food has been burned,| fill them with cold water and add a| picce of washing soda the size of an egg. Heat to the boiling point, then wash in the usual manner and the, The young lady across the way says Mr. Lloyd George is a wonderful man time to write for the papers in addi- tion to performing his-duties s prime minister, | Letter From Leslie Prescott, Newly- wed, to Her Friend, Beatrice Grimshaw. is all so beautiful, dear Rea- that I almost hesitate to break the spell by writing even to you. T confess 1 was a little disappointed when 1 found that John had got his tickets for Niagara I"alls. It seemed 8o ‘cominonplace. All bridal couples go there, you know, if they have the money. He seemed so surprised, howaver, that 1 would not want to do this conventional thing. [ did not say much about it. I am very glad I began to understand immediately | why mother was always so careful | #|to have dad’s meals on time and to! | prepare things that she knew he liked. | T guess, Bee, that after all marriage | | is more material than I thought. Don't | think that I am unhappy. TIn fact, T am very, very happy. Already T have| learned that the old adage, “The ‘av} to a man’s love is through his stom- ach,” is probably true. Here eomes my husband and must eclose, signing myself for first time, 1t trice, T the LESLIE PRESCOT. we came, Bee. Tt L is wonderful and not the least of my joy comes from the sight of other couples that T know are just as happy and I, other young men and who are entering the same Picture Postal. Showing Maid of the Mist, F'rom Leslie Prescott to Her Sister, Alice Hamilton. Dear Littie Sister: | 1 hope when you are married yo will come here, It is all 80 beautiful and we are so happy. John makes! me wear your pearls all the time nI- though they seem rather dressy me. Am sending you a souvenir, Lovingly, LESLIE. women life. Yesterday, when we were going of a girl just in front of us nestied into the protecting arms of a &plen- did man beside her and, as he pulled her toward him with that air of pos- sesgion which every woman loves, T _— Picture Postal. Showing Falls From Canadian Side, From Yeslic Pres. cott to Her Mother, Mrs. dohn Graves Aamilton. 1 wonder if you. dear mother, an-! joyed your bridal trip to Niagara| Falls as much as John and I are Dad told me once that this' was where you came when you ran| away to be married. We are leaving | today for a trip down the St l,aw-‘ rence to Montreal. Very lvnppy.‘ With love from both of s, YOUR DAUGHTER AND BON. 1 s something in the gran- denr of the landscape, something so awesome in the overhanging rocks ahove ne and in the rushing térrent helow that T felt, as | knew the littie bride in front did, 1 was glad that I someone beside me who -could understand the feeling that all sub- limity of nature inspired. You can imagine, however, There how 1 whispered in my ear. T think those wafiles we had this morning were the best I ever ate.” | viduality as a dish for | Pi | opened Lerities have fired a salvo of laudatory In, Candy Making . When making candy, if you will jadd a tablespoon of cornstarch to every two. cups of sugar, you will find {the result greatly improved from the point of texture,' creaminess and looks. To Save Inamelware Put your new enamelware sauce- pan in a pan of warm water and al- low the water to come to a boil, then cool the pan. Vessels treated this jway usually last much Jonger burning or cracking Toughens the Splints Take care of your broom and make it mive ‘von longer service. Fach |week dip the broom into boiling water and then into cold. This makes the !p[ln'! tongh and durable. Clean Tt “cll Nevor use a brass kettle for cooking until it has been theroughly cleaned with vinegar and salt, inside and out. ° o 1t Polishes Glass ‘Wash mirrors and windows by rub- bing with a chamois skin wrung out of warm water, and dry with a piece of dry chlmoh skin. HAM AND EGGS BY BERTHA E. SHAPLFIGH Of Columbia University Ham and eggs retaing. its indi- luncheon or supper, with bread, or a baked potato, accompanying it. A good recipe for this combination is as follows: Take one and one-half cups of choppeéd, cooked ham, Cook the ham for two minutes in two tablespoons of | butter and add two tablespoons of | flour, stirring all the time. Add one- | fourth teaspoon of salt, one teaspoon ‘of mustard and one cup of milk, and ccok until thickened. Pour this into a buttered platter, or a buttered dish, which can be placed in the oven and served at table. Make six hollow places in the mix- :!ure. and in each one drop an egg. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and cover with buttered crumbs, Bake until egg is set. The égg may be soft or cooked hard, as the prefers. Serve at once. The crumbs are soft bread crumbs with enough meited butter added to make them well buttered. ANNA CHRISTIE PLEASES LONDON'S THEATER GOERS| Tugene O'Nelll's Play Makes Biggest success Since Daly’s Tour Years Ago. J.ondon, April 12.—(By Assoclated —The discovery of Fugene i Il and the American actors who are playing “Anna Christie” has pleased the Tondon theater world to {an extent rarely equalied since Augus- tln PDaly’'s company many years ago astonished England with the revela- tion that the Yankees conld teach her something about the English drama. Mr. O'Neill was known of course by reputation, and two ef his short plays have heen n in a suburban theater which caters to the so-called intellec- tuals, but Pauline Lord’s name ap- | parently had never crossed the At- | tantic. Many of the plays which make &/ hit on Broadway come and go in London. The critics as a rule are just toward foreigners, although they are often puzzled by importations of | color and scenes of | American Jocal American life, they enthusiastic over | prises. Vonday night when “Anna Christie” and the hardened dramatie Seldom, however, are these enter. adjectives in which no note -of dis- paragement can be found. The au- dience agreed with them, and gave the company 12 curtain calls after the third dct. ivening News critic described Th the audience as “‘wildly demonstra-| is not often said of an The Morning Whit. tive” which Iinglish theater crow: Post asserted tgat “what Walt u | Mman was l» poetry Mr, O'Neill is to| the drama.” » PARSONS’ Hartford, Three Nights Beginning SEATS NOW SELLING Trices: Eves, 80c-52.50; Sut. Mat., 50c-$8. before | family | But the fer was broken last| THEATER ' naturally centers around one of the characters whose life is ruined by | drink, it is not a “Ten Nights in a { Barroom” plcture. A good romance .und sufficient comedy, is woven throughout the drama. Beginning next Monday and con- tinuing for three days, one of the Keith vaudevilly show that will be well liked. It includes Mortin. and Doran in an excellent musical act; Harry Watkins, a loose-jointed com- edian who is very funny; the Kee Tow Four ih & novel singing offering; | and I'red LaReine and Co. who offer | a real novelty in an electrical act that is sensational as well as instruc- ' daintlest little stars in filmdom is to tive, | twinkle on the Lyceum screen. Betty Starting Sunday night, Cecil B. Da 1‘ompmn in “The Green Temptation' ’\Tmfi! greatest photoplay, “Adam's; '1s the attgaction. Rib,” will be offered for a run of four ' Next week Tom Carroll's 1923 Musi- days and will eclipse any photoplay cal Revue will hold the boards at the hit that has ever heen seen in this|Lyceum, this show probably winding city. The story deals with the mod-jup the mu«iml comedy season., ern flapper and lays bare her life and | - shows that the parents of the flappers I need more watching than the daugh ters. It is enacted by an all star casf that includes Milton Siils, Elliott Dex- | ter, Theodore Kosloff, Anna Q. Nils- son and Pauline Garon. Water and Milk Sometimes, after washing, the bristles of a hairbrush seem flabby. Stiffen them by dipping in equal parts of water and milk und drying before ~the fire. “THF. ROTTENTOT"—FOX'S, Would congider, yourself un- lucky if ‘all you could ride was a rocking horse, vet you had to ride a| steeplechaser fed on dynamite: and vou found there were thirteén horses | in the race; and your mumpber was | thirta and you smash#d a mirror jon the day of the race; +and then | found out that it was Friday, the thir- |teenth? Would you hide in a stable or ride that horse because a girl be- | lieved you wonderful? Thegé are but | a few of the big issues that rise up to haunt young Sam Harrington, the! hero in “The Hottentot,” which open- | ed a three days' run at Fox’s this af- ternoon. | On the same bill 'is a fine vaude- | ville program, including Monard and | Mayme in a dialogue knockout; Chase | and. West, fast steppers; Hilton and' Daley, two clever girls who can sing | |well; and the Maxwell Trio, three. males who have a riot of fun packed away in the comic songs they sing and the good natured banter they hand {hack and forth. | Beginning Sunday: and continuing for the next three days, Fox’s is to be the only house in New Britain show- ing Jackle Coogan, famous child star ! of the movies, in his latest triumph, “Daddy.” | | NOW PLAYING The Biggest it of the Ycar THE HOTTENTOT The Greatest Race Uyer Filmed T — BIG ACTS — 1 STARTING SUNDAY e PALACE Tenight, Fn.. Qat. The Lad Who Makes the Whole World Laugh HAROLD LLOYD —_— i — DOCTOR JACK i The Greatest Prescription For Worry and Gloom If You Want a Good Laugh —See Dr. Jack If Yon Need a Joy Thrill Consult Dr. Jack He's a Laughter Specialist Pear] White in “Plunder” KEITH VAUDEVILLE 4—-Grent Acts-—l [ THURS, — FRL — SAT. IT'S HERE “The Curse of Drink”’ With a 5 Star Cast HARRY T. MORLY GEORGE FAWCETT EDMUND BREESE MIRIAM BATISTA MARGUERITI: CLAYTON Mightiest Mclodrama Ever Filmed CALL REVUE MARTIN 'E.THIS SHOW “ADAM'S RIB" Starts Sunday THE TRUTH ABOUT FLAPPERW ecll Wi PRoD U erian | wirn MILTON SILLS ELLIOTT DEXTER | ) THEODORE KOSLOFF ; ANNA Q. NILSSON aé PAULINE GARON " picture that strips the modern flapper of her jazzy tinsel and shows what she's really made of—That throws the spotlight on her modern parents and points out who's to blame—De Mille cast, gowns and settings—the last word in luxury. SEE iT AT THE PALACE 4 Days Starting Sunday Night