The evening world. Newspaper, October 17, 1903, Page 9

SATURDAY EVENING, LCTOBER 17, 1903. _ Behind the Scenes with Nursery-Day Friends Kalhe, Gre: Z 2D Be Bastop7e aitiea Map ilepel aja Lolt-like trene Chomwesp it cl 7e Wyon afraid always be a boy. | a © “Put down eix and carry’—— evolved to gratify human senses we full of Vauder Alan Tells How He Hopes to Grow Backward to FE tana es | ~ : ry ‘were thir! -ninety-five,. | Babyhood—Jane Voices Her bove of Mathe- * And poor Harold had but four, matics in Song—The Mean Old Miser Canght How many things would Harold atrike : Doing a Song and Dance—Red Riding Hood Hefore be struck the dort. Devoted to a Stage Hand Instead of to Her “Put down six and carry two, “Tell him your real name,” urged Tom Tom. ; 5 Grandmother—bittle Miss Muffett the Most Gee! but this is hard to do; “Irene Cromwell,” murmured the miniature in pink and white. | You can think and think and think She glanced up coyly as she whispered this, but hung her head whe Petite Doll on the New York Stage—S-s-h-h! Until your brain is numb— HHarmony asked where she came from. re - Don’t Tell These Secrets of “Toyland” to I don't care what teacher eaye— | “B-Brooklyn,” she sobbed. Any Onei 3 T can’t do that sum. Ome . “Isn't Brooklyn the stingy place!” remarked Simple Simon. 9 “It Harold took fair Gwendolin A (i c mn 5 brs hair Black-eyed Myrtle McGrain took a hitch in Bobby Shaftoe’s trousers : Out for an auto ride, five next door to one. She didn’t seem the least bit contrary. and hurried over to sooth Miss Muffett. rd AVE you ever met outside of picture books those little friends of ‘And if at sixty miles ani hour Jill was so ashamed that, in bobbing about, she tumbled down, making “We're pals, you know,” she said. “We were together all the time ti nursery days—Little Miss Muffett, Bo Peep, Tommy Tucker, Red) One kiss to capturg tried @ dreadful racket. C Chicago. One day we were together in a boat, and Irene rowed. It Riding Hood, Boy Blue and all therest? ‘And quite forgot the steering gear, “§-s-h-h!” cautioned Robert Fairchild, the stage-managing bugaboo of| funny watah!ng her little hands trying to manage the big oars. But she Well, we have! 2 “Toyland.” wouldn't let me row.” . 01 : Found them alive, breathing, talking, laughing and boohing! papi eae lata, Jill was picking herself up and yaaking her bratde out of the scenery|’ “I wanted to get two or threo blisters,’ confided Miss Muffett. “Buty? Quite close to us. Sweep Gwen and Harold up? ‘when the man who created “Toyland” tripped gingerly past. with a pretty pout, ‘I didn’t get any.” Where? . Mr. Mitchell wore a dark suit, a brown derby ‘hat, a green shirt and a “There wouldn't have been room for more than one bilster,” laughed Behind the scenes of that marvellous fairyland at the Majestic Theatre. “Put down eix and carry two”— red necktie. Bobby. B 2 It was a tight squeeze in “Toyland,” but ws never minded squeezing less. How's that for a color scheme? Bobby wasn’t so far from the truth at that, for @fiss Muffett, despite Even when the lights went out and left us in total darkness, jammed “If a woman hed an English pug, s a] w ws a oe w the fact that she is eighteen years old, asks for a Number Five child’s glove . into a corner with Widow Piper's children, we didn’t cry out shat we wanted Ten children and a cat, ‘'T was Tom Tom (beauteous, statuesque Bessie Wynn, doomed irrevocably | when sometimes she leaves “Toyland” to go a-shopping. Her shoe 1s @ 121-3 to go home, We simply stood very still and mentally prayed that the busy And she tried in seven hours to stage boyhood) who presented us to Little Miss Muffett. (“Doudle A, don’t forget that”), her waist is eighteen inches, and her—— builders of Toyland” who worked so mysteriously in the dark, changing To find a forty-dollar flat, And what a little Miss Muffett she was, to be sure—the tiniest and But never mind about any more. ‘The Widow Piper bade ts not-telf forests to palaces and palaces to castles, wouldn’t make a mistake and push With naught but sunny outside rooms daintiest dit of femininity that the Now York stage boasts! too many of the secrets of “Toyland.” CHARLES DARNTON! © ¥ @ section of garden wall or something through us. In a neighborhood with tone, t Tae Once we were caught in a narrow passageway which led to « realm How old would those ten children be FLORAL LORE. Amusements. Amusements. Amusements. Sines where the people of “Toyland” transformed themselves from one.cherming Before they found a home? Dr. Andrew Wilson writes: “tf wel 77] Pha i4TH AATIOPI INA DUES HATRI *© To-day, 256, S00 or quaint guise to another, and suct\a racing and scampering we had not sseumed that flowers were merety/ HUBER S ‘st MUSEUM. M Pomcre PROCTOR’S tose." : > been mixed up in ince our football days. . ; LESCOPE Babes ig Continuous Yaude The halt-back—no, she was a full-back—utted a wild, halt-suppressea| Second act!” called the crier of “Toyland,” L Sor oe nan Soret] RM kaw; women, rarroonD| Sivog itie Pa whi ars — | HINES ory, and in a desperate effort to get out of the way of the rushing host of “Oh, dear!” pouted Jane. “Come on, Alan!” you that everything ebout a flower is hig) )INDIAN QUEEN; LIVING PIC-) | New Musical Extravaganza ———_ | «“ PUDD'NEBAD. . loveliness we fell over a common, old, every-day barrel. meant to favor one end. That end te the TURES; EVERYTHING NEW. | BABES IN T! YLAN D Ath Ave | rigrence, Reed a ititece .: “What is it,” we gasped, “a fire?” sf a s sf as as bop atanicae of Lovell cic Nad Lippe) c ‘THR. nN RUPERT ECO’ 1AcAM fdayaedh SSCA - ‘ : _-. “No,” Heped Alan, kindly helping us out of the ruin we had made of] N thet next hour we made a discovery that we-want to-share with every | Dy. Serinaiiue alanine ot pie BOE EERE OS + Leetinenel Aino bah SL ‘stat the summer kitchen of Uncle Barnaby’s house, ‘it's a quick change-—which| Tonia in New York. tint seen on a petal—ere intended to kee ereatett Al eaday Mata BOO Q (ane wo OREM ANS. mal seat plat to fasten that tone ia Some eyere’® My Dace and I will give you)" Uncle“Barnaby ian't really mean and cruel and miserly. And beltne ortising: dust or pollen to other YRIC i284 Gea DDoUN SI, isn tonne D ROL" ! L Mat. T'd'y. Aaourelia nelsscaslotineseieaeetana ‘| MANSFIELD thus inaure a sturdier race as the result . a some pins to fasten that tear in your trousers. And if you're real good and| doesn't snarl and sneer and snivel, and he doesn't steal around all stooped Promise not to sit in my make-up box or steal my press notices I will tell oycr, and he doesn't rub his hands in wicked glee. 4.2.10 5 ee you the, story of my adventurous life.” We saw him with own eyes give one of the Mt A o,f cross-fertilization. It is to this end 4 y ny ‘ aNY » “You may trust him,” said Tommy Tucker, and so we suffered—how bias pa the frog little boys @ dime, {i456 that your Nowe em ; “ GRACE GEORGE in “PRETIY PEGGY. ’ ‘ou him,’ id Tommy "* fer our/and, believe it or not, we caught him in the very act of doing a song and pstedt pad oi pa's mist pathineie ote Nt Matines: Poskes: | an | s shins did euffer!—to let Alan lead us away. dance! Ce Cd oa w Cd ad And, what's more, we found out that Red Riding Hood isn’t a bit devoted NCB upon a time,” began Alan, when he had seated himself in the|to her grandmother. Instead, she was talking most of the time to a stage " only chair that didn’t have picture book clothes hanging over the| hand who necded a shave. ie back, “I was quite old, and my name was William Norris. . Dear, As for Bo Peep being a careless sheperdess, well, she ie, tha.'s all. good friends used to come and cheer me by saying I .wasn't long for} We were almost sure we heard her say she had made three engagements this\world. Father made nie feel bag by declaring I was altogether too} for supper, and that she didn’t know how in the world she was going to get ebért for it, meaning the stage, for the ‘stage was his world, as it has always| out ‘of two of them. ! Reem mine. He used to say I would never grow up to be a credit to him, be- Whereupon up spoke Sallie Waters: “I decline all invitations. I tell ‘em opuse I didn’t know how to grow. I used to go out in the alley back of the|that I never go ont to supper—that I always go straight home after the theatre and weep in the ash barrel, I felt so badly. But one day, when the; show and drink malted milk.” s@h“darrel was full and there wasn't any real good place to cry, a bright “Show the girls and boys your diamond-studded curfew bell,” saucily os ‘came to me. I woukin't grow up at all! So I started right in growing} sicacsted Curly Locks. pwn, qs we might say. Lest year in ‘The Country Girl’ 1 was a boy. This! “Smarty!” retorted Sallie, sticking out her tongue. eke No\aons Ls _ THEPROUD (AS iy q halts kind of invitation to the insect world. og J fe The honey they secrete torms a third] SOTHERN, PRINCE. | tasr3 ERUNAWAYS HEN AS..R. SWEET, attraction—the most practical of all, SAVOY THEATRE. sith at, & Broadway | ¥imes. G& Keno.W e perhaps, Then the arrangement v! the hy HO, Macipees T'd'y & Wed. ! flowors on the stalx, the times of open-|W. H, CRANE | fii SPENDERS, SEATS NOW ON SALE for jy: ent eile taney features rveroty mature i] CHARLES HAW'TRGY | Y's." | PRINCESS” az 4.2 « Fitts LA" | Times at which different plants vont | THE EARL OF PAWTUCKET isi: FeAl = > >> MUSI THE G WEBERSS Hel ee vented tHe Matinee To-Day, 2S 8) “WHOOP-DEE-DUO" | OEWEY oy say's RUNAWAY GIRLS, and shut their petalsnave been inv gated, and it is commonly found the hour varies according to the amou of moisture in the alr. The main thin is to protect the pollen from in molature, and since some pl puly 3 LITTLE year Iam a child. Next year I hope to be carried an infant in arme. it “I ging for my supper—anyway, that’s what the programme says,” | MURRAY Wik ra, )—Ted Marke! Concert, |‘T fotild ‘be"-— sighed Tommy Tucker. Win MAA ae i = pa oMAclent" Something poked us in the eye, and looking down—quite a long way| tee! HARRIGAN i STHEATR his i WIC TORIA, ie Sis, Mit Soe on ‘why, it's Jane!” cried Alan, clapping his hands in joy. down—we saw Jill, Removing one of her obtrusive braids from our off a ue ea aGe wort AND RE LA K THE FISHER MAIDEN, © “Yes,” answered a voice that sounded like Mabel Barrison’s, optic, we Hstened to her prattle. Manhattay eae ee > perm StH ‘ Then a golden-halred, white-hooded head was poked through the door, “My husband buys my supper out of my salary," she rattled, cunningly} WALLACK'S,fai2? > MAR T ORRIN JOHNSO ae MI NE tNron’s Bid GAlBTY GO, se nd Jane said: turning a handspring. ‘Funny, isn't it, to think of my being ma: Y] “Bright Lines- hy Bo iD, ei" ay 3 4 it Gat MA-bacn, 1's almost time for we to go out and play again.” ~~ [¢ get jotnrof lettera from children who think I'm a little tel, “71 ee dleg. Aalove tater’ atu ~ | METRO: OLIS HD W Heats Courascons! WEST ENDS: + “All right, Jane,” said the obedient boy, “Just wait till I comb my hair.| husband who abuses me ¢o in the toy-shop dance. I tell htm that it seema FROM SSE sane irensaggn “Viner ty waiFoy WAYWARG SON) srisg” ws war ier eHow Be FE rag in and sing your gong for the gentleman.” {just as if we were breaking up housekeeping. It's awfully nice for a mar- & TAR hae ; Nowa. Week, WARFIELD. iKETHS ple | SRT a ASRS # “). “Shall 42” asked Jane. smiling brightly, and when we nodded she burst|ried couple to ‘be able to enjoy themselves lke that without police Inter- , 9 ext f 1M ee 7 aeth into that simple, childish song: wetioe.*? 4 2 | | aendomy of owes pin ft & irvine Fi EDEN, “PRY Bhan - 1 Brooklyn, Amuseg e Neias. Flas 445: 02 698 Biatold took. sweet: Imogene, 5 "- Contrary Mary, who was passing sedately along, glanced reprovingly at] CHAS, WARNER ** “DRINK,”|MusEE. | xcro Jill. Mary looked very dainty, very refined and so fresh and clean that. one! Wart’ Woo! 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