New Britain Herald Newspaper, April 21, 1923, Page 5

MY HUSBAND’S LOVE| Adele Garrison's REVELATIONS OF A WIFE What Madge Sew After Sho Felt Eyes Upon Her and Dicky Dicky stepped out of the taxicab, pald the man his fare and added the lavish tip that makes him carelessly generous husband a boon to walters and taxicab drivers, Then he helped me to alight and escorted me up the steps to the doors of the apartment house, his stick evidencing a visible disgust in every protesting twirl, “Nice savory neighborhood, you've picked, Madge,” he observed, pausing in the act of inserting his key into the outside lock., It was after mid- night and the outelde apartment doors were closed. Dicky shot a glance up and down the dimly lighted street. “Anybody could stage anything along here, from a wife murder to a mall truck robbery, and make a nice clean, leisurely getaway." My glance followed his, and with a little shiver I acknowledged the truth of his words, The.long narrow street stretched dim, sinister and qulet, from the bright lights of Eighth avenue, not very many yards from us, to the brighter but more distant ones of Seventh avenue, almost a long city block away. Like a group of disrcputable old crones, who had taken a drop too much, the forlorn old buildings, once the smart pride of a former genera- tion, seemed to nod in grotesque drunken drowsiness at each other, while the single modern apartment house of the street, almost directly opposite us, reared her head and skirts from the squalor of the thor- oughfare, as might a great lady sud- denly bundied out of her carriage into a dirty farmyard. Dicky is Disgusted Frowsy Mttle shops, deserted now, and dark save for a single guarding light away back in their musty depths, seemed keeping one leering eye open for the morrow's keen chaffering. From one corner of Eighth avenuc a wavering torch light marked the place where the bulky proprietor of an all- night fruit stand kept his unwieldy body active in displaying his wares, while from the other gleamed the one wholesome homely illumination of the whole thoroughfare, the bright lights| ™ of a bustling bakery, preparing bread | and rolls for the morrow's consump-/ tion. | “It's neither fish, flesh, nor yet our| old friend, the good red herring,”| Dicky grumbled, as he bent to the key | again, and opening the wide doors, | ushered me through, with the touch of ceremonious courtesy which is sec-| ond nature to him. *If you want up-| to-dateness, you should have gone! north. If romantic atmosphere——"" his voice dripped disdain—"to the south and the Village, old dear ! But this——"" ! The parabola his stick consigned our _surroundings to the| hinterland ‘of. his aversion, and he stalked yp_the stairs without further words. | described | “Hush ! Hurry ! ! 1 could not share his viewpoint, as, by ‘his side, I.mounted the wide steps/ of the great broad curving staircase | which wound from the first floor to the roof, with frosted-glass windows of the vintage of 50 years ago en- closing the back of each light. It was a really magnificent thing of solid carved walnut, and it gave quite a baronial air to the old apartment house, one of the three or four good houses on the street, which evidently has been the last word in luxuriant apartment housing when it was built and which now, in the housing short- age of New York, had been cut up into the tiny suites which spelled the social downfall of housekeeping apart- ments. We had almost reached the landing of the second floor upon which our own domicile is situated, when my in- tuition told me that some one's eyes were upon us in furtive hidden watch- fulness. I am unusually sensitive to the scru- tiny of any one, and rarely do 1 fail to detect it whether hidden or open. With a lively sense of Dicky's ridi- cule were I to vote my bellef, I let my eyes wander Wit seeming careless- ness around the expanse of wall be- fore us. “What's eating you, old dear?” Dicky began with characteristic rall- lery, but I clutched his arm with a whispered: ‘“Hush !" For at last I knew that I had suc- MOTHER OF LARGE FAMILY Recommends Lydia E. Pink- ham’s Vegetable Compound to Other Mothers Win Minn.—*‘I was 8o run-down that I was just good for nothing.I was to become the mother New Phase of ceeded In discovering the source of the esplonage which 1 hed felt so strongly. In the frosted-window sur- face, at the back of the staircase, was a long vertical line scraped clear fi peering eyes, but it was so infinites- imal in width that my first cursory glance had missed it. Behind it, I was sure, were the eyes I had felt upon me, and even as I looked the crack closed nolselessly, “Hurry !" 1 whispered breathlessly to Dicky, who was fitting the key in- to the doors which led to the two small suites of furnished apartments, of which we were occupying the front one ,and as we stepped into the hall there came to my ears a faint rust- ling movement at the rear of the nar- fiuw corridor and the soft closing of a oor. ——m\- ~ TIME MEKEO’jKL'E CUFFY BEAR BYARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY P i e ——— e s | MR. BEAR CLIMBS A TREE. It was plain to everyone that Mr. Bear wanted to wait a while. Before he climbed the old hollow bee tree and broke into the store of honey, he intended to get rid of Mrs. Bear and their two cubs by sending them home. But Mrs, Bear knew Mr. Bear al- most better than he knew himself. “Are you going to climb this bee tree now, Ephraim?” she demanded at last. “Or shall I climb it myself?” When she said that, Mr. Bear jumped for the bee tree. He couldn't bear the thought of anybody else reaching that sweet hoard ahead of him, “I'll climb the tree,” he growled. And then he began to hitch himself up the trunk. In about a minute and a half he reached a small hole through which bees kept crawling, in or out, as they He stayed up in the tree for some time, now stopping to fight the bees, now eating honey greedily., Really, it was no wonder that Mrs, Bear and Cuffy and Silkle, watching and walt- ing on the ground below, hegan to feel uneasy, “Hadn't you better come down now, Ephraim?"’ Mrs, Bear asked him sharply, This time Mr, Bear's answer was a grunt, As the bees grew fewer he ate more and more honey, And Cuffy and Sllkle began to whimper, They were afrald there would be done left for them, “Are you coming down? Or shal] I come and get you?" Mrs, Bear ast asked her husband. This time Mr. Bear pald more at- tention to her, He gave her a queer lcok and placed a paw upon the low- est button of his waistcoat. “Something has made me {11, he sald with a groan, (Copyright, 1923, by Metropolitan Newspaper Service.) BOILED FOWL WITH VEGETABLES BY BERTHA E. SHAPLEIGH 0Of Columbla University Select a young fowl, weighing about four or five pounds, having a plump bLreast. Singe, clean, and draw the intestines, being careful to remove the kidneys which lle close to the back bone. Sometimes these arc not re- moved, and the second joints of the bird are strongly flavored. Sprinkle the inside with salt and place in it an onion peeled and washed, Truss the chicken, tying the legs securely to the body. In the bottom of a kettle place a perforated pan or cover, on it place the chicken, surround with two quarts of boiling water, and add one slice each of carrot and onion, one sprig of parsley and, when half cooked, two teaspoons salt. Cook slowly until tender; place on a platter and pour around the following sauce: 3 tablespoons butter 4 tablespoons flour 1-2 teaspoon salt 1-8 teaspoon pepper 2 cups stock (water chicken was cooked) egg yolks tablespoons finely chopped pars- ley. Melt butter, add flour, salt and pepper, and pour on the stock slowly. Cook until smooth and thickened, add cgg yolks and beat until smooth, but do not allow it to hoil after the egg is added. Add to this sauce one-third cup each, cooked peas, carrot, and |celery. Sprinkle chicken and sauce with the chopped parsley. in which 2 2 “TUT” IN SCOTLAND Catterline, Scotland—A tomb ar- cheologists declare is 2,000 years old has ben opened here. It contains a 2. JrBearthrust his hand ia. brought sweet juices to the hive or left home for another load. He struck one of his big claws into the hole and ripped the crumb- ling wood away, until he was able to thrust his whole paw inside the treo. Then, with a mighty pull he tore a great opening in the side of the tree and laid bare the honeycomb which the bees had built there and filled with the dripping sweet which IMr. Bear so dearly loved. The bees rushed out and attacked Lim. But he didn’t trouble himself just then to brush them away. Iirst he daubed his paw with honey; then licked it off with a loud smacking of his lips. “Is it good, Ephraim?” Mrs. Bear called to her husband. “Um!” he answered. And then he began to beat at the bees, which were trying to settle on his nose. His coat was so thick that there were very few spots on him where a bee could sting him. His nose was one of them. Letter From John Alden Prescott to Syduey Carton. Dear Syd: 1 hope you can understand, old chap, what you have done. Or per- haps I hope I can make you under- stand what my guilty conscience has done, as you would put it, 1 do not think Leslie will ever for- give me. And it all came about that letter you wrote me and which I re- celved this morning. There was nothing in it but the var- jous commonplaces, nothing that any- one might not read, but you see, old fellow, I could not be sure that you would not say something in the letter about the one I wrote you in which 1 told you of my interview with Les- lie's father. Leslie had not known that I had even written to you and when she —in the innocence of her heart-— thinking that the letter was in an- swer to the postal she sent you, tore open the envelope, before I thought I snatched it from her. Then, of ecourse, I had to play out the game as 1 had dealt the cards. 1 will not deny, Syd, that I was angry, very angry. I don't think it is any woman's business, whether she is your wife, your mother, your sten- ographer or your mistress, to open your personal mail. I expect I told this to Leslic in a| very cruel manner for she ended by demanding the letter from me that| she might read its contefts. 1f 1 had had any sense, knowing you had made no illusion whatever to anything compromising, 1 would have given it to her then and there, but I was too furlons. The matter ended by me dramatically striking a skeleton and an ancient urn, THE YOUNG LAY AGROSS THE WAY ). The young lady across the way says nothing is more pitiful than a little {child whose father and mother are both dead and to be an orphan with one parent is bad enough. | thing before her eyes. Leslie made a dive for the burning | letter which in the meantime had | dropped on the carpet. Notwith- | standing it was blazing she tried to |pick it up and, in consequence, burned her bhand very badly. Think of it, Syd, that dear little hand, the hand she had just given me trustingly in token of her devotion as |a wite is perhaps maimed and crip- | pled because of my cursed temper. Call me a brute if you want to. You cannot call me anything worse than I have called myself. 1 do not deserve such a wife as Les- lie. Even when I knew that her hand was burned I did not stop to comfort her. In fiendish rage I watched that letter burn and then I rushed out and did not return until late in the after- noon. I found when I arrived that the doctor had been called to dress Leslie’s hand which was badly burned and that she was sleeping under an opiate. Nice way for a man honeymoon, isn't it? 1 am Bntirely to blame for its debacle. First, for thinking that you would be so devilishly indiscreet as to write me anything compromis- ing and, secondly, for intimating to the sweatest little girl in earth that she was doing anything wrong in opening any and all of my letters. We are beasts, all of us, Syd, we me. We attribute the motives and lack of principle that are ours to the women we marry. God knows what I am going to do to bring back Leslie’s faith in me. Tonight I am groveling in the dust and with the perversity of hu- to end his a little, old chap, as being the cause, match and trying to burn the d although innocent, of all this trouble. man nature I am even hating you just | Gossip’s Corner Flavor in Soup Never let your soup boil, keep it at the simmering point. The excel. lence of the flavor depends entirely upon this, Dye Kept Fast Add Epsom salts, about a table- spoon to each gallon of water, when you are washing dark serge frocks, Then the dye will not run, Prevents Shrinkage Your wool garments will not shrink if you hang them on the line dripping wet without wringing them, Moths in Carpets Bprinkle a little borax under the carpets and you will not be troubled with moths. Whipping Cream When the .cream won't whip add the white of an egg and chill both thoroughly. You will then get a par- ticularly thick, fine grained product, Seeding Raisins If you have ralsins*to seed, cover them first with boiling water, Let them stand in this for about 20 min- utes and they will be in an easy shape to handle, Empire Linc The Empire line is not frequently seen, but when it is, it is distinctive. In evening frocks, particularly in satins and combinations of satin and luce, we find it at its loveliest, Hemlines The nightgown used to be simply hemmed with a hand-run seam or even hemstitched, but today it is scal- loped, embroidered or trimmed with rows of fillet Irish or Val lace. ‘It is quite as ornate as the lingerie frock. Bustle Effect The bustle effect is not always achieved by the butterfly bow. Some- times several rows of fallle or moire ribbon are arranged in ruffies below the walst in the back to give the impression of width, Short Bolero The short bolero is often the an- swer to the jacket problem with the three-piece costume. It is charming on tall women and small ones, but rather unkind to the woman accumu- lating pounds. For Strcet Wear An unusually chic frock of blue Poiret twill has a deep surplice col- lar and close-fitting cuffs of white linen outlined in vivid green. It is worn with the tiniest green leather turban. All or None In almost every case either a collar is very large or is entirely omitted from the frock. The wide bertha, growing wider as the summer ad- vances, has made no dent in the popu- larity of the perfectly plain Jenny neckline. George Arliss at Parsons In “The Green Goddess” The sinister, six-armed Hindu deity, who silent, ominously casts the spell of evil over the scenes of “The Green Goddess,” which George Arliss actsat Parsons theater the three days begin- ning Thursday, April 26, is no mere| figment of William Archer's brain. The author, it is true, adapted herl to the needs of his drama, but in her| appearance and her mystic powers; she is essentially the same hideous| goddess that travelers in India have seen or heard of. | Squat of figure, evil of face, just| such a goddess Archer says ls wor-| shipped by one of the tribes of the| mountainous Nepaul. It is doubtful if human sacrifices are made to this particular goddess, as suggested in the play, but travelers in Ceniral Asia still report rumors of human| sacrifices made by the savage, half| Tartar, half Tibetan tribes of the In-| terior. i There is a six-armed goddess in a| great cave of living rock on the Island of Elephants, seven miles from | Bombay, in the Adriatic. She is “shiva.” Her temple was cut in the rock and is 90 feet square. She has, | vnlike Archer's goddess, three heads, | representing the Creator, the Preserv-| er and the Destroyer. Thus it is in-| teresting that the race which wor- ships her attributes both good and evil qualities to their divinity, just as in “The Green Goddess” the Ruk- hians recognize the good and evil in| their deity. ODD FELLOWS' FAIR All roads lead to the big electrically | illuminated, blue and white sign that | adorns the front of Odd Fellows Hall, 144 Arch street, where the New Brit- ain Odd Fellows' Association, Inc., is holding its fair for the benefit of the | building fund. Last night was Oriental night and the bright red fezes and gorgeous costumes of the Oriental Patrol which gave an exhibition drill, made the patrons of the fair imagine they were in good, old, mystic city of Constantinople. It was a lively evening | for the aluminum, silver, candy and doll booths; the crazy-cats having an off night. The Rebekah booth con- tinues to be the center of attraction for those ladies who are interested in| fancy and useful articles. Tonight the folks will have an op- portunity to see Grace Harper, a dainty, and graceful dancer and the Dancing Marleys, who are clever and amusing. Monday will be All New Britain Night, the program being made up entirely of home talent and having on it such local artists as Le- roy and Appleton, Dave Young and others. Extending about a mile, 3,000 mourners were present at a funeral in Berbyshire, England, recently. the C. L. Tickets For | Marcin calling for foint starring en- | come, according to . Ray Goetz, her ! with her company in “The French | players in “The Wasp,” at the Mo-| THE NEW BRITAIN AT THE CAMP SCHOOL AUDITORIUM Monday Evening, April 23rd, At 8:15 Tickets 50c—Can be procured from active members or at LYGEUM HAS GREAT AFRICAN PICTURE Martin Johmson’s Trailing Wild Animals Opens Sunday Night Beginning at the Lyceum tomorrow night is one of the most fascinating plctures ever filmed, Tralling African Wild Animals, with Mr. and Mrs, Martin Johnson, Those who see this plcture will take a visual trip to the South Sea Islands, to Borneo, where romance and fascination spread their mystic wings, where denizens of the Jungle roam their native haunts and the Zuly pirates live, where the wil- derness tralls lead on and on to the home of the lost tribe beyond where white man had ever gone before, This picture will continue through next Wednesday, with a sterling vau- deville program, and for the last half of next week a plcture equally good will be shown. It is The Hero, the screen version of Gilbert Emery's celebrated stage success, The vau- deville bill will be changed completely the last three days of the week. In addition to the African wonder picture tomorrow night, the Lyceum also will show the usual comedy and news reels and an added dramatic feature, assuring a high grade enter- tainment for the Sunday evening movie enthuslasts, Trailing Wild Aairals in Africa is not a studio picturs, yet the photo-| graphy is well nigh faultiess. John- son and his wife are world renowned explorers and big game hunters and, according to the critic of the New York World, this picture, taken dur- ing their last trip into the dark con- tinent, shows on the screen by all odds the most daring exploits among savage beasts, crawling inhtbitants of the forest and the Zulu pirate yet re- vealed to the eye of man.” Just a few of the things, education- al as well as entertaining and certain- ly more thrilling than any man-plot, are: Orang-outangs with great brood- ing eyes, head hunting Zulu pirates, berds of mammoth wild elephants, wah-wah apes, man-eating crocodiles, quaint little teddy bears and other wild life. The vaudeville which the Tyceum will feature next week has been booked with especial care. None but the highest grade acts will be shown. There will be a high class acrobatic act, different from any be- fore seen here; there will be some good comedy sketches; some bright and catchy song hits and a song and dance revue that is a whole show in itself, The Hero, which opens Thursday, is a picture that charms and thrills and entertains. As a legitimate play on the spoken stage it was recog- nized as one of the greatest successes. It is an intimate story of family life and, needless to say, has a war flavor| inasmuch as one brother, a veteran,; came home a hero. The whole town turned out to greet him, while his, faithful brother Andy plugged along| selling insurance during the day and bathing his fallen arches at night. Then one day there was a fire in the village sciool and little children were trapped—there also was a temptation to steal $600. Then it is that true heroism asserts itself and the prosaic businessman proves himself to be a greater hero than any of the others. Tt is presented by a remarkable fine cast, including Gaston Glass, Barbara DeMarr, John Sainpolis, David Butler, Loris Pawn, and Franklin Lee. Among the other big pictures com- ing to the Lyceum are Poor Men's Wives, Thorns and Orange Blossoms, Success, and The Greatest Menace as well as Nazimova in Salome. ..BACKSTAGE. . Sidney Louis Mann and George Max have signed a contract with gagements for the next three years. They are now appearing in “Give and Take" at the 49th Street theater, New York. It 1s a Marcin production. Louis Mann will be remembered by New Britain people for his appear- ance here for one week in “Friend- | ly Enemies” at the Lyceum theater last spring with the Cormican Play- ers, Irene Bordoni, famous musical comedy star, will not be seen in vaudeville for a number of years to manager. Miss Bordoni is booked Doll” for a number of weeks ahead and a new play has already been chosen for her to appear in following that. According to news from New Lon- con, William Gillette, whose pretty summer home on the Connecticut river near Lyme was listed by the act- or last October at $21,050 for tax pur- poses and which the assessors raised to $70,000 and the board of relief reduced to $69,000, has appealed to the superior court from the board of relief ruling. The suit is returnable on May 1. Annie Mack Berlein, one of the| rosco theater, New York, celebrated her 50th anniversary og the stage last week. A tea was given her by mem- bers of the cast. Miss Mack was a/| member of the companies of borhi Jofferson and Booth and she played | with Thomas Fallon, whose son of the same name is author of “The Wasp.” Lynn Fontaine and Alfred Lunt will be in the cast of “Sweet Nell of Old Drury”’ when Equity Players present it at the 48th Street theater MUSICAL CLUB Pierce Co. Sale at Door in New York on May 14. Laurette Taylor will play the lead. “The Gingham Girl" which will end its run at the Iarl Carroll theater, New York, Saturday night, April 21, will move into the Central theater on the following Monday. The Central was the home of Shubert vaudeville this past winter. Helen Ford, who comes from Troy, has been engaged to play the lead- ing role in & new comedy to be pro- duced soon in New York to be called “Helen of Troy, N. Y.” Jacques theater in Waterbury which has been closed ali winter, will open on Monday, April 23, as a burlesque house. Members of the Eddy-Glover post, American Legion, were the guests of the management of Fox's theater at a speclal showing of the film “Skin Deep"” following the regular formance last night. Superior Ruth Goldbaum, Philadelphia girl, has been rated as a “superior child” by University of Pennsylvania profes- sors. Eight, she is credited with the mental development of a high school freshman. HEADLESS TERROR London, England—F armers are be- ing terrorized by an apparition in the form of a headless woman which they assert they see nightly near the ruins of an old monastery between Datchet and Old Windsor. MAIL ORDERS NOW—Scnd Self. NIGHTS—50¢, $2.50. Lynch’s Orchestra LEROY AND APPLETON VATER per- | “Hunting Big Game in Africa” At Palace Starting Sunday MANY ALREADY HAVE TAKEN LOGES FOR CHORAL CONCERT Patrons Eagerly Awaiting Singing of Elijah On May 7 That New Britain concert goers are eager to hear “Elijah” which is to be |given by the New Britain Choral so- | ciety on Monday evening, May 7 at Fox's theater is evidenced by the un- precedented demand for tickets and large increase in associate member= ships. Many are the reasons for these conditions. In the first place, the Oratorio of Mendelssohn is undoubt- edly the greatest ever written and in dramatic effect cannot be surpassed. {In fact, Elijah could be very effecs “th'ely staged as an opera. Secondly, the title role is to be sung by the greatest baritone before |the public—Arthur Middleton—who |in this work has a wonderful oppor- |tunity to display his glorious voice |and artistic delivery, for the part of |the prophet Elijah is the greatest baritone role ever written, and one that can be essayed only by a great artist. The third reason iy the reengage- | ment of the Boston Festival orchestra | which made such a favorable im- | pression last year and can be relied lon to furnish a finished accompani- | ment to the chorus and solos. An op- portunity for the orchestra is afford= ed in the overture, a fine bit of or- | chestral writing and one that will be | much enjoyed. | Last but by no means least is the |New' Britain Choral society itself | which can always be relied upon to |give a finished performance and it is | predicted that ‘“Elijah” will be its crowning achievement, Those who have taken loges or boxes are: Mr. and M E. Atte wood, Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Bates, Mr, and Mrs. C. I'. Bennett, B. A. Hawley, Mr. and M H. 8. Hart, Mr. and Mrs. George P. Hart, Mr. and Mrs. W, I.. Hatch, Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Hun« gerford, Mr. and Mrs. H. 8. Hum- phrey, Mr. and Mrs. A. G. Kimball, Mr. and Mrs. G. T. Kimball, Mrs. C. 8, Landers, Mr. and Mrs. W. H. Ratten- bury, Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Searle, Mr and Mrs. C. F. Smith, George P. Spear, Mr. and Mrs. A. W. Stanley, Mr. and Mrs. George W. Traut, Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Wheeler and Mr. and Mrs. . T. Wheeler, Choral Society’ Bruges and Ghent, the Belgian cit- jes, each have a carillon containing THREE DAYS COMMENCING THURSDAY, APRIL 26. A Thrilling Play of Adventure GEORGE ARLISS —IN THE— GREEN GODDESS .Addressed Stamped Envelope and Remittance, Including 15¢ Tax. SAT. MATID MONDAY—ALL NEW BRITAIN NIGHT 48 bells. PARSONS THEATER—Hartford MAT, SAT. $2.00 0 s ODD FELLOWS’ FAIR Benefit of Building Fund 0ODD FELLOWS’ HALL, 144 ARCH STREET April 19-23—1923 — Tonight — GRACE HARKER AND THE DANCING MARLEYS Dancing DAVE L. YOUNG ORCHESTRA Admission 10 Cents