The evening world. Newspaper, November 25, 1905, Page 9

= | NPT I RR PIR YAIR I RR ‘ ’ i The Evenin MRS. NAGG AND MR. —— | By Roy L. McCardell, | \Pwney-Are Preparing: for a Wedding Annteersory, and-Lew't 1: Beet -to 17Mnk WILLIE WARBLER, & & & the Chain-Lightning Poet. They Never Had a Word? ‘VB just been sooking over the grocery bills, Mr. Ness, r ] #427 Know We use ® terrible lot of sumer’ ‘Whioh i] 1# only three months away. Why (00s eugar memind me oft, you ask? Why, don't you gemember how sweet the lemonade was? Tt Ao say Cs Now poor old Chauncey standsaghast, Whose grafting-nearly wrecks 4 Co., Vf) And hushed is his verbosity, Arent where they shoot insurance frauds] ale B Since Manning’ brought totoun-at last Doumin the-tand of Mexico, y «( YX His famed rantankerosity. Va \\Y .) Pray Seite trent was in the right place—m! Funerate or weddings or political meetings used to had the blues, or éf be was in good spirits, or if people I-hearted to refuse would lure him eway and ply bim liq But otherwise he never touched @ drop, and po we served Pepa Would) partake, but you inow how obstinate he was if he wanted him to do anything, although otherwise papa had the ‘tion. ~ Don't you think it rather {mpolite ¢o read the newspaper wile T-am y Ping, Mr. Naggt ‘That's how much interest you «ake in what 1 say, when I venture 4 word! It’s an teult, and you know tt wounds me, end ‘hat's why ‘ do it! 4 I ewppose you are sorry we are married-neariy ton years. ou yould rather preofate a pleasant home! And yet, as I look beck on afl them veers, it is Joleasant for me to think that ¥ have never said one unkind or hasty word! ‘That's tho reason, perhaps, you treat me as you do! If I was a Boold or a Aewute finder you would treat me better and not neglect me as you baye-dbne! Oh, do not deny it! There you ak and Just because I speak to you you throw | your newspaper. Why can't you read your newspaper ff you want to? 1 not object to your reading @ newspaper; Aon't mind mo! wiate ton years of married life and ony with sincerity, “Well, T have never-grum- A ’ “ , Wie and found fault! I have {4 an unkind word!"* ‘And glad tt is no worse, He doesnt care a figlet. to me that , f ‘niwaye hind and pottent” T kaa He says he's doing nicely To.snake his scalp theyre bound to fail, position, Yon may find fault, you may soold and worry the very heart and soul And Soon may fire his hupse.. \dout of me by sitting down and never saying a word! But I think tht after all tahese years you at least might try to help make our Mttle home @ happy one! That's all, Mr. Nags and if-an angel was Co appear and defend you you weould not change my opinion. Go on out, Mr. Nags, if that (s all you ate trying to.get an excuse for! Don't e ‘his oriel tempers for ten tong years! : NAA AAA AANA RAARRR AARON Up-to-Date Riddle. HAVE A LAUGH @en thus: + “nWhnteh the same I don't know, Chicago Tribune Man: And you're gettin’ me sore. Tommy had been playing contre in a Dry wp on them tarnation questions, | soaped him energetically, was holding like ic him under the faucet. ‘When is @ door not a door? “president. Roosevelt te tight!” sho fe perfectly sate, are, Saree ie Remus was ridiculing the wall that Bor ot ee Beamburg Gnaciig. | Romulus bed Bulle around the youn ‘All Tsay ts that there are very few women tp this world who can contem- ‘Mayor MClellan is fowty Sleuths are on Rockefellers trail fam always kind and patient! I know ‘Detter treatment at your hands 4f 1 were different, tmt T cannot change my dis- A\ Other men spend sore time with their wives and family, and all J see of you tz at mealtimes or of an evening, or ta the morning, if you Gp mot go to the ,\ AS hee early! q sotck « quarrel! 1 will not quarrel, puto! T want you to gol ‘here he goes, slacuming the door! And to think I have had to put up with Praok\ P. Adteme avers Kiat Hf Bost With the Funny Men ‘ grure ware living he might have writ y ; This w not a minsice! show, game of football with the:neighborhood If you value your gore, bove, and his mother, ‘after having And théa he opines what KIPING! aig, “We do need cleaner football!” might, could or would say, in which he eae J over things as was daffy;| city of Rome, "ve thought about sowé @8 WAS) “Do you think such a filmay thing as ave rats: cm ups tewlln prose and| that will keen ‘Your envemior outt” te] Mr. Bow-Go that fellow lan't @ friend ea Sane Siren teiio| ne ie F Wow—Why, no; he tatroduced me| Miss Hippo—Tea, I know he is. But, by the idol of Burmah, eo) pe te wan't,” wtw ieiwered hone hy Rayorps ps be we Whe 9 bom de ielgt & door|uten “Tt But a Bah seri om fem o¢ Orla it tne ouler way?” iu ‘Then it wag that Remus, defeated tn argumént, took @ short run and jumped Rebellion, over the wall, with the traglo result i recorded in the school histories. Chicago Record-Herald Man. “If you and T were up in an airship,” she said, ‘and something should sud- denly break and ¥ was hundreds and hundreds of feet to the earth, what would be your first thought? An Inspired Thanksgiving Ode, ®’RE going to the dees old farm to celebrate Mhankegiving, ‘Do feel once more, neer Nature's heart, the pristine Joy of tiving, . We forty olty relurtves will turn grom urban ptrite ‘To watch sweet, saintly grandpapa eat apinach with hie knife, We'll leave the hustiing town benthd, with all its garish joys, World's Home Magazine, Saturday Evening, November 25, | “RIGOLETTO” -% Brings Friday Night Into {i mst Mme. Sembrich as ida. al I’ the opera fashion changing? Tt Caruso as the Duke, looked last night as though Friday were coming inth ite own again |ftom above, In the beginning she ”) The Monday night glory faded into a | unded as if sho were Jaced too tght+ palo pink, The two tlers of boxes bulged |!¥» She sang better en neglige than in and blazed, ‘There wore more “Jools” | to condtraint of her very straight to the square neck than on the open- | font bodice, designed to make her look ing night even, This, at @ny rate, | "the young and beautiful daughter” of qwas the expert testimony. After tak-| the eadly misthken hunciimek, The ci result was her customary tri {ng @ back seat for two years, Friday | "| sont was an excellent Migoletto, night moved up to first place In th? lint’ te docked wo cages} horseshoe, ‘The house wae packed |ooudn’t help feeling fis cling child from floor to ocelling, Boclety pnd | Mist have born at an need Raymond Hitohcook were out in vhelt pF pg SR loveliest clothes, wihtle Little Italy /of this Rigoletta that when hs sobbing formed the fringe and threw ite regular | @enghter hawed against his breast lke fit tn honor of ite beloved Caruso. Hin | f calves age In third ovine voice was on its beat behavior and his |" a)ne automatic Bauermelsier, who pride in himself wos altogether {deel | a See bey! + mar ren Path The Duke hed gone at least one oity | Moore "hese 2 block before he reluctantly let go of his In" the ined able, feck oroee, Sainte last triumphant note. jacoby was ateeovuricd fad not in the Mme, fombAch delayed GUida's kid- | ast enilcing ae Maddalenn. Rapping to retrace her steps and 800 | warm aa the opern iielf, up a Wig bouquet thet came hurtling ‘Gianues DARNTON, m and Ou of the Theatres ‘T wae remarked by all who saw Mime. | ready to buy @ theatre or be put in the Rerohapdt at the Hotel Astor on| PUK-house” Sunday that she set muffled in NCE again te Miss Olga Nethersole heavy wraps tbrbughout the hour end getting talked phn because of a half ehe gave to interviews, the play whieh she will bring into “Bernhandt lives in cotton," Agus! our MoAdooed midst next week, Ace tively speaking,” salt) Miss sat yo ‘cording to report, even a charity matinee Brarenves, wh could not cover the multitude of sing was with the en | that the good women @f Montreal saw etive Bamb in berlin “The Labyrinth.” A despaten states home and in her] that the women who arranged the bent theatre some fow | fh declared they would withdraw unless 3 yours ago. “HOT! Miss Nethersole took from the pro v4, Cheaming -toom and! gramme an not of her play, To witch Sy, ig ther home wone lewt| Miss Nethersole gneciousiy replied: 4X, #0 warm thet some | “Miss Nethersole, regrerting the opinion 44, dimes visitors «rew|held by the patronesses, is loath to Lf faint. Ghe tre-jallow anything to interfere with’ the sucute at breakfast, | tute recitations for the’ secon: And ftw ter cu: | “Fhe Labyrinth” papal cet 5 eee what * tom t invite many | on io, we hall see y- And botfoot to the rural home where we were happy boys. » "T think my first thought would be frtenda ¢o rebens wk wbout the break and how ft might ve ‘We'll sleep on com-tusk mattresses and wash at the old sink; als,” HIS acho of & recent aq affair fixed.” While pork and soggy ple crust put digestion on the blink, Mine Sierenves, now playing Ruth comes fhom far-off ‘frie Mise “There! I knew you didn't love me i l i | Wilding in “Zire” at Whe Princess Evie Stetson naira PEN laters ov aAgieh Ag ‘The quaint wnfurnaced farmhouse will De OnMly as the tomo, 4 (9) | ra0re, cnet the French gotress in Lon- p> eben dR slg Pee yay Some other eelative will get the only heated room, don, and wag to have appeared ir her da Gemoerts, Sho is 01d mackine G0 ane Mish -ot/ ae ‘the toving, fond old grandparents Will apring the same old 3x6: mtn Beside recelved the | rwerins the qusstion,.“What did he and ei , , company men Shel invent?” Listen: “Well, he tried to in- “Do you believe there ts anything tn Anent the stuck-ap ways and einful Mves of olty folks, injury itch led to an epemiion All| vent “Mie, Warren's Protessign'—ho's olanst’ ‘ Prevented the prodwotion of “Las Mau | me @ “{ should say T4!d. A deat and dumb Whetvor in Preys) fens, has Gah e ae valene Bengeres.”’ New York. pd arrested him pir’ girl threatened to sue me for breach hewg ilu lbogenanpyerans eedislgad sy athe ire iy that, play," related Mss OMe Arnold Daly, When tha telecon of promise once, charging that T pro- ibe sacqo dd pec sresdglataayadr obec ap eas ye> cy srenven, “one ict tn @ hungry oOwE! cnet Kod me came I nearly pot hi posed to her in a street car, when I nd keep Us off of apeaking terms unt!l the next geunion, , was to ory for bread, Gareh, 8 19: | 10 pot divoroad ieoen tar hodtends unt was in fact merely scratching my left ‘hence, ned to the few-franes-@ | 6 14 | pring Big, Bi newman e-ponty + Magi Homey! ‘hankegiving's comin, and we'e trooping to the farm! week Maer called out mbarply: Bie be cate ond 8 fey you're my now mucatroan, eh? | get me out of It, too. Believe there i 9 Pere eprte a pie rghit pert ig toms Al ng Toy Goldier-sNo chanoe for advance. |"You ory tke & oat! Ory #ke « woman-~ | 100) 0, (REN RM wien F haan thas Yell, you ate indesd very small, anything In signs? Well, I'm not from |"Wiy don't men macry?” women sigh, pant, leases oan hea pant seundeyet a monn’ tn the ot le | I JAC you treat me rouphl Minsonel, and you won't have to show|, While from beneath the Would be a ood, excuse to stay away! Jack+n-Box—Oh, I don't know! ently the wore T'm eure that for per ey ey, m you y my Of matrimony men reply-- A. P, TeRMUN, My Inoagisble of art Ti make you think you aro ‘the doll.” |me @ny more, Wo wonder why W' Y . 4. Jown rise was rapid, er obese muftered; and I teat ‘wenty pn - ~ -~ where she f irae a tM pane uggtlon ramataa, Hew moni 4 ero ee Le 8 sod 1 was at the Lyceum on Monday Wy o> ney ] we Mr, Dawid Belasco wee com- wav ing up the aisle with ‘ecoming ” Milks adil Gan de ao. modesty, Bxntted BEAUTY HINTS, Margaret HupbardAyer 4 “THE WIFE THAT NEVER TALKED. By Nixola Greeley-Smith, HARLLES HOLBBRR, of Jedetsonvitie, u0,, nae sued |For the Complexion. — hie wife for divorce on the mtound that she dyes nor talk enough. Yor days at @ time, he says, she Lda retuge to speak © word to him and be would be obliged Mook It ts better to Anish It off by sim- Dear F ¥ ork, | BAY dest chum has with Petar «rele rr ot Ca slags Nee eee It Wak soarcely a ago papers tha St otlce of a similar sult brought by & woman on Complexion too| Shall She Weite to Him? | save m ; Sar tl a ‘ of Ler husband's prolonged, exasperating seventeen and % Ups And sooo oUt A ttle of the inalde, Mix the chopped chicken with 4 little eold gravy, oF if you haven't this make is friends? (There w no eee ditcard- |tng one becsune you pratr sho xaen o| She Has Lost Her Chom. Chicken in Rice, ( Aine enough left-over poultry to spoonful of butter. If you have a tittle fill & small eup, cook @ oup of rice, * Decause fit bean vel sacs before, when she ee ees afta seanon it with salt and @ generous | {Mt (Ar at eed oe ito at same Sehane MOKIN & 4 sa, spl at " id HE funslom thing about “BAdie” es wall, Foy Js hie yearning to play you'll find her name on the’ 4 40 gt #0 nicely, pd vary afte "th ( @ mall quantky of the she wi ehicken @ravy add to it the white muce Fa hea Yh of the tomate. Mix only « jitle tin tho saves with the chicken, ple i Your friend ts very, very foolish to ‘be dictated to\ by a mad, Bhe will realize it soon; oven. Serve very. love with a hotly aie me. es it seeme > - My eran and bake. Cut cach one in two. Lj) So0op, out the interior, beat it untit Am00-h and Ught, with sak, pepper. one ounce of butter and the yolk of an ey Of the prepared potato into each jiaif skin, then. @ spoonful of the finely ag and seasoned ment and mM up Hamlet, “The man who has programme), “and asked me if I would no jonging to play Shakespeare jn [Pour ton at the Waliiort next Tuesday Ukely to care much what he plays." for the benefit of ‘our poor little on: 9!" was nip defenne. A sigh. and: “I should T eid. ‘No, I haven't the?’ Bhe onl, like (© play Touchstone; then, Mf T/ ‘But Hila Wheeler-Wilcox Is going to iniebt. Hamlet. Sigh number two, ue tea? Stil J didn't have tine 9 hed anid, But won't you sing? | Fs ‘atl ot tt; Cor while I listen for jised, the hany Sura I pepe fe~ want tt We lke wine—a bubble or!/me by Docs you will Hava to walt Ul eho dose, ace dippea | {46 MED: I Mone: Who haciwe? At Gites, eee We 4 oy ‘oo poor jt ich ng audi Se Wi ca m ing of el ie ‘ni talking of nice titty sate dogs!’ Now, wouldn't that Joeling. . Phat out mt Ne ol A duatt” | WAS the } last ito leave, The piace uh alg od he | wan about to clos chorus ail who Gying outyte nearly ® opred to aten went fe to her hus * pealam ousted ae ou nee “ vou Hooth's Hamlet? T know all line It