The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 14, 1921, Page 11

I Wer eeae mera sree es ee ee PAGE Ir BY ALLMAN WELL,1 MUST BE GOING~ THIS IS My AFTERNOON AT THE GYM— 1AM VERY FAITHFUL AT IT~ THE SEATTLE STAR MAIN STREET The Story of Carol Kennicott + DOINGS OF THE NUFFS LOH, HELLO, DEARte ! THOUGHT PD\ STOP IN FOR A FEW MINUTES Too Strong for Housework NO MAID? 1 DON’T SEE HOW You STAND IT - | SIMPLY CAN'T DO HOUSEWORK , IT YOURE LOOKING FINE DARE! 1 WAS RATHER SURPRISED JO FIND ‘You IN ~ ot , ase Oacauene Carrpnais BeEStxc7 ah Bak BY SINCLAIR LEWIS Copyright, 1920, Harcourt, Brace & Hews, Ina ‘ {Continued From Saturday) fam Clark had boastfully written the dramatic association to ‘echoolma\ Perey Bresnahan, tt of the Velvet Motor com- of Boston. Bresnahan sent a for a hundred dollars; Sam twenty-five and brought the te Carol, fondly crying, “There! 0 give you a start for putting thing across swell” “Bhe rented the second floor of the hall for two months, Al thru @pring the association thrilled tte own talent im that dixmal ‘They pleared out the bunt Dallot-boxes, handbills, legless They attacked the stage. It & simple minded stage. It was above the floor, and it did & movable curtain, painted the advertisement of a drug @ead these ten years, but ether Ht might not have been recog as 4 stage. There were two rooms, one for men, one for on either side, The dresaing- doors were also the stage opening from the house, many a citizen of Gopher Pra} phad for his first glimpse of sn the bare shoulders of the ‘woman, ‘Woodland, a poor interior, and a fnterior, the last also useful prailway stations, offices, and as , tground for the Swedish quar from Chicago. There were three of lighting: full on, halt and entirely off. was the only theatre in Prairie. It was known as “op’ra house.” Once, strolling had used it for per ne of “The Two Orphans,” “Nellie the Beautiful Cloak ” and “Othello” with special between acts, but now the mo- ures pid ousted the gipsy * aod ae i revolutionary as tq use enclosed with continuous sidewalls Tooms in the op'ra house sets separate wing-pieces for sides, simplified dramaturgy, as th could always get out of the way by walking out) thru T inhabitants ef the humble me were supposed to be amiabie iM Antelligent. Carol planned for jul Eger aelet#lets Suddenly there was a roar a porch pillar. fen, sir, one old seagull knew the new isiand was. happened to be hunting for my ” said he, “and was just to dip my beak under the where I saw a shiny little fish, suddenly there was « roar and ng and the water shot up Ikke a th-pillar, only higher, and drench- me completely. 1 thought for a t that I was gone, but when feame to my senses there I was high and dry on some brand rocks. No, I wasn't dry either was very wet! But I was alive that was enough, The sun soon d my wings and I was able to way, but 1 was dreadfully 4 about the whole affair, for a strange thing had never hap to me before. Do you know Wihing about it?” n told the old sea-gnl) what Pennywinkle had said, and ex- how volcanoes sometimes /up from the bottom of the sea, great rocks on top of each borrowed Carol's manuals of play Production and had become extreme ly wtagey in vocabulary | Juanita Haydock, Rita Simona, | and Raymie Wutherspoon sat on a! sawhorse, watching Carol try to get the right position for a picture on the wall in the first scene “T don't want to hand myself any-| thing, but I believe I'l give a “well performance tn this first act,” confided Juanita, “I wish Carol) wasnt so bossy tho. Slie doesn't! understand clothes. I want to wear, | oh, @ dandy dress I have—all acar-! let—and I said to her, ‘When I enter wouldn't it knock thelr eyes jout if I just stood th at the | door in this straight scartet thing? | But she wouldn't let me.” Young Rita agreed, “She's so much taken up with her old details and | carpentering and everything that she can't see the picture as a | whole, Now I thought it would be lovely if we had an office-acene like the one tn ‘Little, But Oh My! Be-| cause I saw that, in Duluth, But} she simply wouldn't Hsten, at all.” Juanita sighed, “I wanted to give one speech like” Ethe! Barrymore would, if she was in a play like this, (larry and I heard her one time tn Minneapolie—-we had dandy feats, in the orchestra—I just know I could imitate her.) Carol didn't Pay any attention to my suggestion. | I don't want to criticize but I guess Ethel knows more about acting than Carol does!" “Say, do you think Caro! has the right dope about using a strip light | behind the fireplace in the second pont I told her I thought we ought to use a bunch,” offered Raymie, “And I suggested it would be lovely if we used a cyclorama outside the window in the first act, and what do you think she said? ‘Yes, and it would be lovely to have Eleanora Duse play the lead,’ she said, ‘and/ aside from the fact that It's even- ing in the first act, you're a great “Yes, and another thing, I think the entrance in the first act ought to be I. U. EB, not 1, 3 EB,” from Juanita, “And why does she just use plain white tormenters?” “What's a tormenter?” blurted) Rita Simons. The savants starea at her tgnor. - m Carel did not resent thetr crit! cisma, she didn’t very much resent f F ad ¢ ii f i g iH | H E 8 i i} It piel 185 Hi HE ob i Hy ‘ $ Fs 3 H Ba : i eee alle ef 2232 HA i fe 3 g Caro! make which Guy our now; what's the getting sick of them?” they and a-bang and water shot up other until they reached the surface of the water. “Yes,” put In Nick, “and the worst of it is that sailors don't know the new island is there because it isn’t marked on their maps, and they are likely to run their boats right into tt in the darkr’ “Well, weil, welll’ said the sea- gull thoughtfully, “What's to be done?" “We'll go back and tell the fairy policeman at once,” said Nancy, con- ifidently. “He'll fix it some way. He knows a lot about everything.” Nancy was right. Cap'n Penny- winkle sent a thousand electric eals |to iMluminate the island that night, jand in {# meantime sent word to |the Fairy Queen about the whole af- j fair. The Fairy Queen had her helpers build a fine big lighthouse, which ts there to this minute. (io Be Continued) Copyright, 1921, by Beattle Star) AND SEE HOW You complained, They began to sky lark; to play with the sacred lights to giggle when Carol was trying to make the sentimental Myrtle Cus! into a humorous office-boy; to act everything but “I'he Girl from Kan. kakee.” After loafing proper part Dr. Terry Gould had great applause for his burlesque of “Hamlet.” Even Raymie lost his simple faith, and tried to show that! he could do a vaudeville shuffie. Carol turned on the company. “See here, I want this nonsense to stop. We've simply got to get down to work.” Juanita Haydock led the mutiny: “Look here, Carol, don't be #0 bossy. After all, we're doing this play principally for the fun of it, and if we have fun out of a lot of mofikey-shines, why then—* “Yoes,” feebly. “You mid one time that folks tn G. P. didn't get enough fun out of life. And now we are having a coursa Only—I dont think 1t/ would be less fun, buat more, to Produce as perfect a play as we sional play which came to Gopher Prairie that spring. It was a “tent/ uhow, presenting snappy new dramas the moon in June, and sold Dr. Wintergreen’s Surefire Tonle for Tils| of the Heart, Lungs, Kidneys, and Bowels. They presented “Sunbon thru his| net Nell: A dramatic comedy of the! Ozark: with J, Witherbee Boothby wringing the soul by his resonant! “Yuh ain't done right by mah little) gal, Mr. City Man, but yer a-gotn’) to find that back in theseyere hills| there's honest folks and good shots!" | The audience, on planks beneath the stamped their feet in the dust at) the spectacle of his heroism; shouthd | when the com nm a the City) Lady's use of a lorgnon by looking thru @, doughnut stuck on a fork; pt visibly over Mr. Boothby’s Lit- » Gal Nell, whe was also Mr. Boothby’s legal wife Pearl, and when the curtain went down, list ened respectfully to Mr. Boothby's lecture on Dr, Wintergreen’s Tonic as @ cure for tape-worms, which he iNustrated by horrible pallid objects | curled jn bottles of yellowing al- cohol, Carol shook her head. “Juanita is right. I’m @ fool, Holiness of the) drama! Bernard Shaw! Tho only} trouble with “The Girl from Kanka- kee’ is that it’s too subtle for Go pher Prairie!” She sought fatth in spacious banal phrases, taken from books: “The.in- stinctive nobility of simple souls,” “need only the opportunity, to ap preciate fine things,” and “sturdy exponents of democracy.” But these optimiems did net sound so loud as the laughter of the audience at the funny-man’s line, “Yes, by heckleum, I'm a smart fella.” She wanted to give up the play, the dramatic as sociation, the town, As she came out of the tent and walked with Kennicott down the dusty spring street, she peered at this straggling wooden village and felt that #he could not possibly stay here thru all of tomorrow. It was Miles Bjornstam who gave her #trength—he and the fact that every seat for “The Girl from Kan- kakee” had been sold, Bjornstam was “keeping company” with Bea. Every night “he was sit- ting on the back steps. Once when Carol appeared he grumbled, “Hope you're going to give this burg one good show. If you don't, reckon pobody ever will” 1S THIS YouR MAISS DAY OFF P | EVERETT TRUE No, SIRI ANO WHN I Do, fT UL BE GIVEN TO ONG OF THS OTHER WAMGRS WHO HASN'T Gor Tete HAGIT OF RUNNING mams 1 (oox AT You My APPEMTS @oos ‘ar. ‘The Mttle - ndy-with-white-curis ceased speaking and the children Grew a long breath of relief, as if {& were they, and not the little pioneer child of so long age, who had been saved by the wisdom of & fool. At last David broke the sflence. “Then you came on to Portland safe and sound?” he asked, hoping te call forth at least one more memory. “To Oregon City,” she correct- ed, “to Oregon City and Dr. Mo- Loughlin’s, “Yes, we came thru alive, and much more safely than many others, “1 recall one autumn morning about a year after we came, when we saw one lonely little boy come straggling in—the only member of his party left alive. “My father became general manager for Dr. McLoughlin and wo we were right there and saw the things which happened in Dr. MecLoughitn's busy, important life. “How the child knew to come te the factor, how he ever made the last long miles of the journey (nto A TAIC = SPIN we one Seattle ory teool- * ca * S90 bel Cleland 4 Page 520 ALL ALONE e alone, nobody could ever tell. “He staggered in one morning, @ pitiful sight with his clothes soiled and ragged, his shoes gone, his eyes bright with fever, and a horrid festering cut, which reach- ed all of the way across one cheek. “He was so dirty and his face was so red and swollén that we could scarcely tell whether he was white or Indian. “ They—they—they killed my mother and father,’ he stammer- 4 out, ‘they killed all of us, but just me, and I had to come thru the dark.’ * “Little by Mitte the kind eh factor got the awful story from htm. “How the Indians had attacked the little camp of settlers, how cruel the squaws had been, how he with the other white people had been left for dead, and how one of the horses of the Indians had stepped on -his cheek. “He made no outery, but let the savages ride on, and so when darkness came to hide him he crept up and mile by mile made his way te Oregon City and safety.” ewkeek vi a Tt was the great night; ft was the night of the play. The two dress- ing-rooms were swirling with actors, panting, twitchy, pale, Del Snafflin the barber, who was as much & professional as Filla, having once gone on in @ mob scene at a stock: company performance tn Minne: apolis, was making them up, a showing his scorn for amateurs with, “Stand still! For the love o' Mike, how do you expect me to get your eyelids dark tf you keep a-wig gitn’?” The actors were beseeching, “Hey, Del, put some red tn my nostrils—you put some in Rita’s— gee, you didn't hardly do anything, to my face," They were enormously theatric, They examined Del's make-up box, they sniffed the escent of grease: paint, every minute they ran out to peep thru the hole in the curtain, they came back to inspect their wigs and costumes, they read on the whitewashed walls of the dressing- rooms the pencil inseriptions: “The Flora Flanders Comedy Company,” and “This is a bum theatre,” and felt that they were Companions of these vanished trouperts, Carol, smart in maid's uniform, coaxed the temporary stage-hands to finish setting the firet act, wailed at Kennicott, the electrician, ‘Now for heaven's sake remember the WOULD KILL ME - IT’S PLAIN DRUOGERY ~ IT’S SIMPLY IMPOSSIBLE - (T SAYS @ A Fool § BORN EVERY MINUTE © IS MAT SO Pop? Gm" I'VE BEEN GOING TWICE EVERY WEEK FOR SIX MONTHS AND I'M GETTING SO STRONG THAT 1 CAN PICK MY HUSBAND RIGHT UP AND SPANK HIM- WELL, TH’ STORK AIN'T RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM Too, sir? wer v My SYLVESTER HARRINGTON WHO HAS BEEN CouRTING THE WIDOW BoweERs HAD AN EMBARRASSING ACCIDENT JN FRONT OF HER HOME LATE YESTERDAY CHAPTER I smeared on my vor ered, it with delicate yell pow. der, outlined a very short Cupid's bow on my lips, slipped Into the dress my maid had laid out, and rushed for my place on the set. As I wished, the actors were placed and ready to be “discovered” when Demaison called “Cameraa! Caameraa” Now I usually commence to work up emotion—tenderness or fear or jealoury or whatever the scenario calls for—about 20 feet off a set. ‘That morning I was to register | “surprise,” supreme astonishment. I was to recognize my own husband In {the viNain of the piece. I rushed onto the set, and for once, the cameras caught a genuine emotion stamped upon my features. I made the first big emotional hit of my career, McMasters, our pro- ducer, had come to the studios early, and he applauded my act veho mently. Demaison, my director, was se ex- cited that he leaped into his native tongue: “Bien! Bien! Maintenant—tenez!” Which was extremely trying. I didn’t want to “hold” but I had to obey. How could Demaison or McMas- Confessions of a Movie Star X—JIMMY ALCOTT SURPRISES ME / Med know that I wasn't acting at Dick Barnes—Jimmy Alcott tn the Mesh! But we coukin’t speek to each other, That would ruin the di- rector’s work and his temper. We couldn't exchange a smile of recog- nition. If we did, the cameras would betray us. Not a clandestine signal could we make! Not even by a whisper could I welcome Jimmy. Dick Barnes was an unusually wicked vill in “Love in Leash,” Once I thor t that I wouldn't care to be very friendly with a man who @puld dream and do such evil so well; more than once I had to remind my- self that it was all in his role, Even so, how could he play such a terrible part so admirably, how could he murder his own father so convinc- ingly, unless there actually was tn his heart some germ of evil—of cow- ardice which I had not perceived in Jimmy Alcott? I waited for Dick to come up to me when the camera man stopped cranking. Others came to tell me that I had registered surprise, con- fusion, doubt In swift succession and with extraordinary success. McMasters was enthusiastic. I considered him very kind. Some of cult movie game! He dear big brother to me! Part of Motherdear’s worries would drop — from her shoulders. McMasters detained Dick Barnes. I waited. Usually I run to my dress. ing room at once upon leaving a set, but I never could run away from — Jimmy Alcott. Motherdear was not chaperoning me that day. Mrs. Nandy was her — substitute, I would take Dick home with me to dinner, We would sur- prise Motherdear. She would love to see him. She had heaps of tact — and sympathy. And we would hear — about Jimmy’s disappearance. And Motherdear would say the right comforting thing. ‘The new man’s eyes were on mine as McMasters talked to him, but — there was no smile of recognition in them, ha T saw him coming teward me with the air of a stranger. . (To Be Continued) act two,” slipped out to ask Dave Dyer, the ticket-taker, if he could get some more chairs, warned the frightened Myrtle Cass to be sure to upset the wastebasket when John Grimm called, “Here you, Reddy.” Del Snafflin's orchestra of piano, violin, and cornet began to tune up and every one behind the magic line of the proscenic arch was fright- ened Into paralysis. to the hole in the curtain. There ‘were go many people out there, star- ing so hard— In the second row she saw Miles ‘Rjornstam, not with Bea but alone. He really wanted to see the play! Jt was a good omen. Who could tell? Perhaps this evening would convert Gopher Prairie to conscious beauty. She darted tnto the women's dress- ing-room, roused Maud Dyer from her fainting panic, pushed her to the wings, and ordered the curtain up. It rose doubtfully, tt staggered and trembled, but it did get up with: out catching—this time, Then she realized that Kennicott had forgot. ten to turn off the houselights, Some one out front was giggling. She galloped round to the left wing, herself pulled the looked so ferociousty at Kennicott that he quaked, and fied back. Mrs. Dyer was creeping out on the half-darkened stage. The play was begun. And with that Instant Carol real- lized that it was a bad play abomin- ably acted. Encouraging them with tying amiles, she watched her work £0 to pieces. The settings seemed flimsy, the lighting commonplace. She watched Guy Pollock stammer and twist his mustache when he should have been a bullying mag: nate; Vida Sherwin, as Grimm's timid wife, chatter at the audience as tho they were her class in high- school English; Juanita, in the lead- ing role, defy Mr. Grimm as tho she were repeating a list of things she had to buy at the grocery this morning; Ella Stowbody remark “I'd like a cup of tea” as tho she were reciting “Curfew Shall Not Ring To night"; and Dr. Gould, making love to Rita Simons, squeak, “My—my— you—are—a—won'erful—girl,” Myrtle Cass, as the office-boy, was so much pleased by the ap plause of her relatives, then so much agitated by the remarks of Cy Bogart, in the back row, in gwitch, reference to her wearing si that she could hardly be got off the stage. Only Raymie was so un — sociable as to devote himself en- tirely to acting. bi That she was right in her opinion of the play Carol was certain when Miles Bjornstam went out after the first act, and did not come back, (Continued Tomorrow) INGROWN TOE NAIL. TURNS OUT ITSELF A noted authority says that a few — drops of “Outgro” upon the skin sur. rounding the ingrowing nail reduces inflammation and pain and so tough- ens the tender, sensitive skin under. neath the toe nail, that it can not penetrate the flesh, and the. nail turns naturally outward almost over night. , “Outgro” is @ harmless a manufactured for chinapedl sha eee ever, anyone can buy from