The evening world. Newspaper, March 17, 1908, Page 13

HE NEW P “Toddles”’ Makes You Long jor Your Pajamas. ¥ there had only been enough pajamas to go round last night, the poor, I tired people at the Garrick might have enjoyed “Toddles” tmmensely. “Toodles” made you long for your pajamas. With them you might fhave curled up in your scat as early as 9 o'clock and, leaving a call with the head usher for 1 sd a resifil and refreshing evening. But through s one suit of patamas part of the manage nd uals belonged to Mr, y fellow! His tin paje Aft sad Mr illiners,* “Mf men wore might wri es" almost slippers amas and ole scenes. If be ted and yred) don't go to see Mr. Barr al play ed out in Nd as “Camille, been braving sl make up nation John Barrymore a (Ted and one or two of ng thing but the £ material first * . on the morning } demand! “Do y In the considered screa otherwise. And w Toddles's we for not A a misit high a) 1 not flat. 1 shter, geen waltzing at ! acted Lg pla mering a comunila Wak for" but not good enc to reports fr he road. The at Mr. Bar- charm—his natu He coulen’t be himself and thougia he did manage t bed. The only time Uke speaking terms y the last that h “Don't you feel like n proposal, but {t act that had > Toddles's c: tdon in a tc his ears anc er over his pajamas. His belated arrival at the ‘Mayor's office tn same outfit, after the orchestra had played “Waiting at the Chureh” for the benefit of the bride, Jeffreys Lewis as Constance Joblyn. made this ecens equally preposterous. Good farce rmust scem possible at times, ““Toddles" seemed {mposstble all the time Miss Pauline Frederick was the bride, and it goes without th was ‘dressed for the ceremony.” Miss Frederick is always anything else. The fact that she has appeared three times this season Pleading lady’ of a Frohman company would seem to indicate that Mr. Frohman eonfuses the stage with a show window. Mias Jeffreys Lewis 01 the part fairly howled for the stage manager, and Miss Sadie Martinot arranged the match and invaded the bachelor bedroom with more assu » than come ‘There was a small mob of men, but the only one who scored was Mr, Ch Walcot, whose “Old White Elephant” was as good as a circus. When the sensi- ‘ble old ohap found his wife's “At Home’ beyond physical endurance he advised his guests to go home. It was good advice for everybody. CHARLES DARNTON. told Constance then asked own ove! Jacket as this one always is! in demand. It oan be worn with odd skirts and made from any pretty seasonable material, or it can be | made with skirt 4o| match, and it ional @ choice of the three- | quarter sleeves with ones. tion dotted cha trimmed wil and bandin lawn, batiste, Bingtiam and al! tho! Inexpensive wash fabrics are admirable for the purpose, lace, embroidery any preferred fin can be used. 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Tuesday, March 17, 1908. | 8 REPEREAEEAENGH AES EAL AAAEAESEELESS PHESSESB OS EAESOSS — D GCOOSMOPTODDAMOOOOOIODQOK 512 OGY * FSF + e Py y T1 LOVEY DEAR, SURE, IVE Got = O H yY St Do You THINK EVERY THING : : enr s 0 es you CAN TACK READY | ISN'T 3 Y I 0 4 THAT OILCLOTH IT A PRETTY 3 f N k f 3 DOWN | DESIGN ,DEAR? $ (0) e W or 1 e s & LHPISSTIOISTEITTS VTSTTITDEFO9S eevsecsessevesseest STORY NO. 6. | The Lost Blend. we (From “The Trimmed Lamp," by 0. {thing heartrending, It was the color of Honry.) a plate of Bowery pea soup, | yright, 1907, by McClure, Phillips! “But the other barrel! Say, bartender, ey iid you ever pul on a straw hat with a and go up In a | QVINCH the bar has been blessed ue . pretty girl with $8,000,000 S the clergy, and cocktails open the | j, \, a and the same \inners of the elect, one may! .;,>° ak of the saloon. ‘Teetotalera needy Wey Chin GY | not listen, 1¢ they’ choose; there ts aie yo oe feet eae Wt tela Ways the slot restaurant, W t (nisvourh wandebanabaryiBee dlinto the [eold Bouillon aperture | cwise chars wasn't anvehing dra wont ng forth a dry Martin! ‘while for you to lick than ilttle Jim n Lantry worked on the sober sto! Jorcion, Yoo alt, the stir in chat cone jof the bar in Kenealy’s cafe. You and I) ona 4, aa Gialiaaren eles riBatne r1, one-legged like geese, {HS lene hey ANE Wighciita nit wan GraRanen er side and went into voluntary of gold and as clear as glass, and i dation with our week's wages. OD- shone after dark like the cusehine was would po res BLT DOCTOR — YELL Kim To |) OE Sees seni Tes Bees Cho COULD EAT MAY RAVE | ae THORS AND! OE y | ai a cone CL La ills 2S ie ses (Bi Ber s / JOR , “a, lite, n E y ta drink like that across the SwaArtiowto |f OOCTOR, Fi coy wine tHatay ye lease punctual, trustworthy, young, respon-! ja sible, and took our money. “Well, we started up business with Over the cafe lived Kenealy and i$) that one line of drinks, and it was family. His daughter Katherine had enough. The piebald gentry of the dark a you Stuck to it like a hive of bees, ald= barrel had lasted that country ” me the greatest on pened up of mornings Generals and Colonels 8 and revolutionists « A coztnt ji come = \< VER Quicn) your Eliza An (dreamed of her. and when she called earth. y at the foot of the back stairs for! we had the pitcher of beer for dinner his heart | and went up and down like a milk punch tn block to ve served. W the shaker. Orderly and fit are the rules star i cents silver @ drink. of Romance; and {f you hurl the last ‘The last ten gallons went easily at % a ; t upon bar/ gulp. It was wonderful stuff. It gave rr whiskey the bartender shall take it a man and ambition and nerve and marry his boss's daughter and good| to do thing; at the same time he grow out of tt | are w T his money was taint- % ed or fresh from the Ice Trust. When \Fear of Woman. that barrel was half gone Nicaragua But not so Con, For tn the presence | had repudiated the national debt, ree of woman he was tongue-tied and scar- | moved tet. He who would quell with his eyd/about to d he sonorous youth whom the claret States and | punch made loquactous, or smash w ne lemon, squeozer the obstreperous, or hur! | Discovery ! duty on cigarettes and was war on the United nd, § COO COOIIOS COS X22 YET Ierorrrormrsr rs: O —— No. 13— The Chase Cheyennes, ‘ma war ride on] 1h yennes, ted Cl near F. route, | whizzed uncomfortably close to my} But the survive 8 the both going and coming. Tals was in 186. For the past most of|two or three of their ponies when the | the annual vy! ans | ted the vulgar mother of the picture-fride until our soldiers now more determ ere arranged against them. | 5: Red Cloud Agency picnic. | Some of the officers w side partne BELELELEEASSSEEES SESEAAELESESEBASS BEBEEBFEESESENSESDE | terward the cantankerous without a| ‘*'Twas by accident we discovered thig nkle coming to his white lawn tle, | King of drinks, and ‘twill be by good DS | n he stood before woman was luck {f we strike tt again. For ten : ; é ineanerents ering, buried months we've been trying. Small lots i iD} 3 |deneath a hot avalanche of bashfulness at a time, we've mixed barrels of all alo il S e a es O e ains 14 Bi What then was he before; tha harmful ingredients known to the f 7 j @ 3 er, with no word to profession of drinking. Ye could have i x i for himself, a stone without blarney, | stecked ten bars with the whiskeys, ee ee ae DOUIOCOOTOSOOOIOOOOG | ie dumbest lover that ever baboled of, brandies, cordiais, bitters, Gi aa ther in the presence of his di-| wines me and Tim have wasted. A ° glorious drink like that to be denied to ad of the troopers, when, near So after them we went. And at dawn camp from a scouting trip I saw ve came upon tracks not half an’ we came upon them at the ford of r cook sneaking into White F 9] hour ota, | Fren n's Fork. By hiding in gullies I rigit| came to Kenealy's two sun-ithe world! "Tis a sorrow and a loss of 4 White Beaver back to bring up and keeping under cover we were upon I followed on the run, For|>Urned men, Riley and McQuirk. They | me he United States as a nation Pr ops, Je I dismounted and fol- them before they knew we were any- was trouble breaking. |had conference with Kenealy, and would welcome a drink of the sort and fT wed up the trail on foot. It led, as I) W 6 near. i the te just in time to took ssession of a back room| pay for It." 5} to a sh valley on the, Then We aliacked. It was a hot brush ser holding a red hot frying | Which they filled with bottles and | “'Tis a strange story, even if true, 4 River. while it lasted. For those Cheye ps (fi fat nd bac ng and jugs and dru Con, “I be going now along to ty fought like cornered rats. The man above White Beaver's Requnleg: | ee Stcence (My supper.” 19] who says Ind: s can't fight is He was about to pour t. dine fat uids of a saloon w ly “Take a drink,” sald Riley, “We've all >| taken, They won't willingly offer battle on the wound. Watt y th e| kinds except the lost blend. | nuch bigger band of*savages than I against what locks to them help! too pr for ng and| “1 never drink,” sald Con, “anything | 29d looked to find But I bad Uttle odds, or even at even chances, against a mere tions | stronger than water. I am just after time to investigate. in thelr nature none of the chiv With gne hand I grabbed the cook by |‘rom the liq y | iss Katherine by the. stairs. Southern| Their pickets! were on the lookout. that rejulces at fig the s wit other had education and he on {Sho said a word. ‘There's not any- Cheyennes| Almost as soon as my head appeared perate They like a sure thing, ched t frying pan 1 reams of paper, reducing to | thing,’ says she, ‘but is better off for a unces and quarts to fi Quirk, @ morose hed each unsucces a Meg nixture Into the waste pipes with curses] “pig ye e, husky They labored j too} vily and | erlous ving to | little w is collar backward, ter, When Con had left them Riley almost e sizzling mass—bacor back between h out.| Over the bank thore was a shot, and a That {s why some people call them n, pul they | Tifle bullet sent up a puff of dust from cowards. But no ho knows them emptied the the ridge not a yard from my head. will share in such a bellef. That day a @ my rifle uaslung, and began to; at Frenchman's Fork they fought like shoot, not only to stop their rush, but | S0 many red devils. to tell the oncoming cavairy where I| But they were no match for Uncle was. The Indians h a fusil- |Sam‘s trained cavalry. We got four-|cnree jumps. ade. But ft ts hard to hit a dimly | teen Cheyenne scalps and captured more |for a mile or mora Ne een head peeping over a distant bank | than two-thirds of their horses. This saw lifm again, They| by dim light, while there were so|meant that more than two-thirds of kill] many of them: that I had much better |the band must return on foot ail tho alljiuck. I was not hit, though bullets |long journey to their agenc: s were glad enough, ears, I think, to get away at all. They made | I had downed four of the Indians and/a bee-line for their own agency, and the Northe: Chey- ned indefinitely. If $< ew he shouted. “Two six dozen bottles of pollinaris we had on the ship—ye opened them vourse!f—which barrel did r them In—which barrel, ye mud- led like a burned t of camp In about could hear him yell ne of us ever) are we, some | ed w ‘sald McQuirk slowly; “'twas ond barrel we opened. I mind lece of paper pasted on the "k numbers of this m be obtained by sending appleation and on minim for ench number to “Cireula- (ion Departn Soria. ult barte ar none drank, and wii ening | |upon Kenealy’s store of thelr consuming and nents | ow," cried Riley. is the water thing else and get naris from the bar, fou try, mai cavalrymen (guided by shots) |ennes was post; ed up, As troopers charged, ever a picnic was successfully brok Offended The Girl in the Case. he Cheyennes ran for their lives. Wej|up that was the snded. eR ew un eir eta Ike Teathel Ss the proportionments killed a few and captured several more,| White Beaver dur the fight re- bc“ RE you acquainted with “Pinon witht ‘ k Pe eral | the rest got away. ceived a lance wo! the leg that A of A ns’? asked the cule Mur atag | ur" later Con strolled down the f cavalry was told off} There was a hurried consultation. jlald him up for some y There was 1 g lady from Boston, a CPA hIS) oy 3 ward Ken s cafe, Thus mployees haunt during their vicinity where they drawn by some mysterious ate In camp who| «Wwe Peas e Beaver had re for campingj|a greaser (M ernight and picking up the chase next} hated him Mrs, ts h gilt, w attempt to not very like n a haughty sniff, “And W , det wn by | day. once dilocke y that I would form the tke : his Indfan nj e of White Beaver.| “If you do," sald I, “you'll follow nkets and had acquaintance of those curbstone Greeks back pac -| thelr trail to-morrow by the smoke of © attempted theft. (Does he sell c or roasted ¢ t The Poli ast uldn’t 2 1 i] 5 White Beaver and I were riding! burning cabins and ranch building: | as I was riding tntoinuts?"—Chicago News, think ng ie ne a Gell 2 Sh : : A police 5 agon stood at the for a little water a winebacor AND CORE TD RNG gence: He Has a Good Friend in Johnnie Queerim wt vt — By Wyncie King and MeQuirk tolled! cary rded witches over thelr strange | Quirk up { m fifty bott liquids carefully measur; Tlot sangul figures, and shook the whole} yet they T ing Riley and Me- eps. The eyes and he bruises and cuts assiduous confilet. with strange Joy, e police the feeble ASS Vessel. in a gr uirk would dash Began fight | back room,” explained Kenealy to Con. }"And singing! ‘That was worse. h stty much up. But ey're good me ey'll pay for ev- | 1 nvyent some new i ‘ was, [I'll seo they t but qui ri int me ty fore } auntered into the back room to eld. As he went Katherine was just stairs again, Mr. Lantry, » no news from run, ‘The natives ay down with chills and get up wi | fevers; and a good mixed drink js ni edy for all such t we lays in a fin ew York, and bar fix 1 we sails for Palma town on a lne steame way me and Tim sees flying £ ys seven-\p with the captain steward, and already begins to| fie high-ball kings of the tropic of ricorn |The “When we gets In five hours of the y that we was going to | in," sald Con, his smooth, had indeed waged jendly battle. Broken everywhere. nol fumes; the d with spirituous Asses We HELLO GILL, THAT WAS A GREAT SPEECH You oduce MADE AT THE CLUB LASTS to long drinks and short cha the NICHT AGAINST THE captain calls us over to starboard ac d recollects a few things f a thirty-two-ounce I forgot to tell you, boys,’ says he,! glass grad: easure. In the bot- vat Nicaragua slapped an tm: y | tom t wer ) tablespoontuls of of 48 per c bottled | liguid-a bright, golden liquid that goods last month took | seemed hold the sunshine a prisoner a a of ( in its us depths. take for tabasco sauce and he's getting| Con smelled it. He tasted It. He Hon even. Barrelled goods ts free.’ j drank tt aoe {As he returned through the ga Queer Story. Katherine wag just going up the stairs, “Sorry you didn’t mention {t sooner, | “No news yet, Mr. Lantry?” she And we bought two forty-two! asked with her teasing laugh in and opened| Con lifted her ar from the floor nped the} and held her ‘The ne stuff all together In the casks, That 48 y cent. would have ruined us, so we] be married is," he sald, “that we're to took chances on making ‘that $1,200 cock-| ‘Put me down, sir!" she cried, indtg~ jtail rather than throw the stuff away. | nantly, ‘or I will—- Oh, Con, where, “Well, when we landed we tapped one! oh, wherever did you get the nerve to lot the barrels, ‘The mixture was some-! gay itt" RE