The evening world. Newspaper, December 2, 1908, Page 17

i The .Evening Fritzi Scheff at Her Slimmest In “The Prime Donna.” tn BY CHARLES DARNTON. ISTRESSED ladles who run to avoirdupols, Turkish baths and other extrava- .D gances of the flesh should hie thems clap their envious eyes on Fritzi ©pera, The point made by the programme ¢hat "'T) in America” by Henry Blossom and Victor Herbert young man named Cohan has not only ham ‘umber of profitable years a noisy ves to the Knickerbocker Theatre and ff in her new Directoire-cut comic Prima Donna” was “mude isn't the point at all, For a fered away in the same workshop, but he has used the national advertising medium as his trademark. To come to the point, Fritzi Scheff Is at her slimmest in You see her tn outline. he takes fashion by the waistline. her bodily and suffer no consequences, that she ever filled the centre of the stage to overt! “The Prima Donna.” A poster might take nged with the sty ing. Far from it! But is part and parcel of the sle moment. She is even trimmer than the times, And this trimming of the trim is not alone the dressmaker’s wor thing in her face tells you this cheek bones are more outspoken in the days laid by. new moral. ° But nose. You hear a stage admirer speak o Mile. Athenee's “chic Mttle presence'’— and Fritizi's amiable grin takes {t all in. You hear the German impresario ot a Paris cabaret speak of mademois- elle's voice as he fumbles with the She k, Some- Her than Her nose points a {t's the same old plano—and Fritz! obligingly displays her | Directoire soprano, while the poor little girl who 1s Blossoming into consump- tion runs home to take something for her lungs. A dark green vel has been drawn over that pathetic moment in which the unfeeling German {myresa done his worst to “feature” th ing spell. that under that vell lurked no less a person than Fritz! Scheff, and now, ah! ah! you see you were right. Who sald o has} cough- | All along you have suspected | World Daily Magazine, The Jollys’ Bull Pup ut Dex lanl ' Meditations of 3 ° hd a Married Man By Clarence L. Cullen. OO ODO og : nan Li RBY and mt j \ nile half of ppened to see that his ir to mir he 1b her evebro: lands with rabbit's 4 lottin with a ear the rouge foot or he married tant despera- the sight of them with women only knew rebellion, , up in “kids” or curl apers drives their husbands maybe ey wouldn't take the chance. he woman who hopes to have a nice ty when she celebrates wedding anniversary tr her golden will carefully re- n from permitting her husband to see her, even for a Ittle while before breakfast, padding around with her un- stockinged feet thrust into a pair of Aoppy bath slippers. Kind of queer, isn't {t, how she harps |upon what she calls the “superior na- ture of women,” while she's always de- claring that she doesn’t care for women and that she wouldn't trust any woman of her acquaintance behind a ten-cent plece turned edgewtse? After all, there are lovelier spectacles in this lovely world than that presented | by your wife after she has cold-creamed clined her face before retiring, pn't there? Problem in arithmetic: How old must @ married woman be before she stops darting her eyes around and irying to look arch, winsome or dash- . mber 2, 1908," LLOTDOGOSOOGE YOO Aisappeared, she still has “a perfect neck and arms? be about how much more physical pain woman can stand than | me You acknowl that and tell jher that the ee! sts have found that women ure about 199 per cent, more Jobtuse, physically, than men. Where- {upon old we © says that en-haters, lentists are nasty | anyhow, 80 there, now If Paris had accidentally happened | to see Helen of Troy in the act of re- | moving her hair, rats and puffs and phony curls and things, do you think that most famous abduction of myth or history would have been pulled op? If you happen to lend @ little money to a broken old friend, down and out through no fault of his own, don’ make the mistake of mentioning it when you get home, because she'll tell you that you're In “big business throwing away your money on drunkards,” that “if you've got any money to burn up {har way" she would ike @ set of furs, Oh, yes, certainly she says that, if she had it do over again, she ‘wouldn't marry the best man that ever lived, But don't let that worry you, The best man that, &c., isn't going to aak her, Of course, you don't mind working | your head ‘off for her, and carrying home the money and settling down to a rut that becomes. pretty dull; grad. ually surrendering your little old am- bitions and illusions and things under | the tern discipline of connublality. A nt hard, though, eh, old top, to have her take it all for granted and even to say in so many words (a la modern American idea) that “that's what she married you for?” When you catch a yiolent cold it's be- cause of your own carelessness. When she catches one it isn't because she would persist in going to the theatre in low shoes and gauze stockings, but be- cuuse—well, becaus Eyer notice how, although ‘Cherchez la femme” never was meant as a com- pliment to the sex, they all simper de- lightedly when, upon ‘a noted man's downfall, it 1s "hinted that there is “a woman tn the case?" =f! the cabaret shall not ring to-night? Fritzi Scheff as Mile. Athenee. Mr. Blossom must have tri a a@long the student-thronged Boul’ Mich’ or climbed giddy Montmartre to find this | novel scene for ‘The Prima Donna,” and Mr. Herbert probably wasn’t far behind, for both words and music smack of the real Parisian thing You have seen why the pert prima donna of the Opera Comique took the veil And now you hear her “running over'’ a song that a loitering soldier has been ‘brave enough to write. “I love music," says he. ‘Well, then,” rejoins the comic German, “why abuse {t?" Miss Scheff doesn’t. She toys with it as she leans over the plano. Yow try to make yourself believe you are not at a rehearsal. Mr. W. J. Ferguson, done up in black-and-white checks, !s among those pres- ent, but you don’t know why until he tells the little prima donna she must not sing In the cabaret. “‘Are you my child, or are you not? he demands. “How the dickens do I know?” retorts the dis- obedient child, and out she pops to stick ing when her husband fetches home to dinner a man she hasn't met be- ‘fore? Nother one: How old must a married woman be before she quits maintaining that, while her facial beauty may have HE clowely fit- iT ting petticoat ts | on a costume that fits lke a postage the one in stamp. While she iqgone the place fills Brentest demand just up, and you get a lively song from now and here is a | model that ts adaptea to Ungerle materials, to silk and to all skirt- ings. It can be made with or without the flounce, as more or, less flare is desired at | the lower edge, and it can be made with or without the yoke, #0 that it provides for a number of styles. In the soldiers and their temporary sweet- hearts, It beats the drinking song with real beer that has gone before. Then Miss Scheff's entire company ) turns audience while she warbles from OOO. oe PODOODIDOQODAOS SSE Sayings of Mrs. Solomon Being the Confessions of the Seven Hundredth Wife. TRANSLATED DODDOODQODSSDOOSGHEO @) @) 0) © 3) the tiny stage upon the stage. It's a “great audience.” When sho Is left @lone in her glory a boozy captain comes in to get on closer terms with the singer. Now Mr. William ix. Har- ourt, who plays the captain to the last drop in the last bottle, looks tine a inan Home Hints For Busy Housewives. Heart Topics By Betty Vincent. Carrot Pie. TOCOCOCOOC) who could take care’ { himself. Yut Hot EP ; By Helen Rowland. Ask Permission to Call, pun ber (of ietyler > . i. an un- we cu tewed carrois, add er ey, : Se Le en Ten Ter tinalorone Ait S one and one-half cups boiling milk, AM acquainted with a young Indy | boidel RCS me dng) knocks himabout with’ the! great- one cup sugar, one-half teaspoon employed in the same building | Bi ser ein the lant est of ease, and finally slams him salt, one teaspoon cinnamon, ona tea- TURE, my daughter, a man shall come where Iam. I would like to know | ? a oat ww sthithe dus through a door. And this isnt all, for Spoon cloves, one-half teas P unto thee, saying “Heed not the counsel of thy | if tt is proper for me to ask this lady to | ruffle only will be when the prisoner is brought out to face and two e } | mother, for she driveleth. She hath known sorrow the theatre, also ask her !f I may call, | found Mey satistac- Mr. Herbert's excitable music she slaps order given, Line pie tin with paste, put | because of ONE man—mayhap he hath turned her down— as I like her very much W. G. A, | tory for wear beneath Rilabvacetwithtaipalcicirmalanra rite on rim, fill wit above mixture, and | and behold! in her bitterness she revileth ALL men. But J | It ts perfectly proper to ask the young| many of the new lives’ DaLelinirnoderateloventeernlsiiataniexe am not as OTHERS are!” lady's permission to call, When you | gowns, this dust ruf- This ts the hardest work Miss Svhe(t cellent substitute for squash ple. Hearken to him gently and concrete thy smile; kiss him upon his bald spot or Dave called several times, Invite her to | fle being of the mate- performs. She comes out with a drum Roll Potat in the cleft of his chin and coo unto him softly; but reserve thine opinion WO MIS, SO ED an LO 9 OS: | rial or of the embrold- in the second act, but she dorsn't leat atoes. For, verily, thy mother hath suffered of one man-—even of him that hath |cent the theatre invftation after she has | ery as iked, For her former record. Her song 1s ynerely NEW way to make. ce married her; which is the beginning of all suffering. But if any man hath turned | vou to her family than at present when | dresses of the thinner @ sad reminder of “Mile. Modlste.” It f he us way, Let remain in cold her down, of him she thinketh with chastened tenderness. For was he not a 1 are only busin acquaintances. | sort, however, the falls between two sticks. But Mr. water one hour, then spread a! blessing in disguise? | flounce {3 apt to be Herbert's music soon brightens with couple of newspapers on the table, with| Yet marriage !s a desirable thing and it hath ts compensations, For she that, O/€ Loves Another. peers Jas. E. Sullivan as Herr Max Gundel-|a the outdoor scene, and your feet start cloth on top; then place rows of doth not marry shall never becom) a WIDOW, but shall dwell in the house of | Dear Betty: The quantity of ma- marching to the tune of “I'll Be Mar- finger “Pop.” drained potatoes on this, cover with a | her brothers or her married sister. Nay, she shall dwell in a boa g-house, | ] AM twenty-seven. At present I am! terial required for ried to the Music of a Military Band." Mr. James B. Sullivan gives his German|cloth and newspaper, back and and her days shall be made bitter with prcnes and bread-pudding Ip, Her) | earning $15 per week and I am Just} medium size is 86-8 Seven Gored Sheath Fitting Petticoat— dialect a rest, and Mr. Herbert Ayling, as @ red-nosed baron, brings a laugh out | £0! h with @ rolling pin. You will be nieces shall cal! her “old maid,’ and her nephews shall borrow ‘he ney i} crazy about a girl of about nineteen, yards %, 61-8 yards Pattern No. 6178. _ She shall go about alone and pay for her own theatre tickets, and the other | F boarders shall pit r, Yet if she be popular she shall be suspicious of the landlady and her reputation shall hang upon her gas bill of a clear sky, “Too bad your wife should have run off with your chauffeur,” re- | surprised to see how quickly they will marks an overweight Marquise. “Yes,” agrees the Baron, “and such an excellent | be done, A great improvement on the shauffeur, too.” You smile again when a stray soldier with a good speaking voice | old way of salting a few at a time in fer mother approves of my eult, but! 35 or 48-8 yards 4 ine she cares more for enother young man! ches wide, with 4 yards of embroidery 5 inches wide for the ‘trill, ving nearby. Can you advise me what Pattern No, 6178 is cut in sizes for a 22, 2%, 2%, 28, 30 and, Sixingh walst stops to sing “Everybody Flse’s Girl Looks Better to Me Than Mine.” His lament |the hands, As goon as the first oncg She shall be invited to the weddings of her most intimate friends, one and |to do? G, 0. F. | measure. sara our a inumber of very pretty girls. Some of the other girls aren't pretty ths hush tie, ta "Soon tit you ‘are | then snolietyiead iahgll! be) made) to listen while) <hey, dlscourse’ gushingly) of)| “Aslyou think thel young tady Joven an: ry ORO ROBIE: Teadyatoltry agiusual, | 2 : | winning her affection. If you pay her . A “mixed octette” turns your attention to the muste again, and reminds you of | 5; t | And it shall come to pass that in her second youth she shall pick up a| iirention, invite her to places of ature ON TPA RET ER GUEEAT, ‘No. 8 Base Teeny tard street v Now “refined vaudeville.” A waltz song brings you back to Herbert at his best, oven | Pie Crust. |broken stick and shall marry it gladly, even though It resemble the ourang-| ment such afford, you inay TON ON Bua may Ne: ™ though you have made up your mind that ‘The Prima Donna” will never take the | [F a little baking powder is sifted with | outang, Yea, she shall snatch a babe from the cradle and bear him unwillingly | Win her by devotion. If, however, she - Send coin or stampe each pattern ordered. ‘ Ay : ‘ | does not seem to reciprocate your af- IMPORTANT—Write your name and address plainly, and al- place of “Mile. Modiste.”" ‘Then Miss Scheff builds musica! casties in the air with| | the flour of which pie crust 1s made | to the altar. | dena cngts seetnlite trecinresste yeuriats Pe oto t gle her well-known vocal dexterity. Tike her, you think, as you take a last look,| | !t will be more healthful and require! For, verily, marriage 1s but the least of two evils; and a little husband {8 you to forget her as soon as possible ope tod, “The Prima Donna” 1s slim but fetching. ‘ess shortening 'more to be desired than great freedom. Selah! d look elsewhere for a sweetheart, | Ramones) Musiens, iis / } 1 Love and Adventure. o." I KH 849-000 BLACK BAG. = By Louis Joseph Vance, Author of “The Brass Bowl,” “The Private War,” Etc. 2ODPLDLS0L-L99920 099999909 06:4:90000400 909 DHHS OOPUOT DOLD PPO VOS ODD PP OOOO OOOO OOS (Coprrisbt, 1008, by Bobba-Merrili Co.) | turned the cabby, shrewdly, “I ham.” his shanks. | having been once definitely given his, With a feeling of some slight awe he) little I may not tell. * * * I want She shook her head, laughing with ‘Without tmpertinences— “Ten shillings, then, {f you get us out| The gloom of the tunnel inclosed them |conge. Inevitably, however, thou-|understood this—a sensation of alncere| you to know that.” him, but with shy regret. “It's 6o,none| Yor a Mttle time, wasting for bin to SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING INSTALMENTS | of here in one minute and to~say—| briefly ere the lights of the Hog-in-the- | sand unanswerable questions pestered| reverence for the unspoiled, candid LEA atin ciate: the less. We are leaying London this |conclude his vague phrase, she watched we EBMID, Kirkwood. a rich young Cal Hyde Park Corner in fifteen. Pound flashed by and the wheels be-| lim; Ju at euch fresh facet of|otJid's heart and mind that were bers one thing I ma . how-| very night, my father and T-Jeaving 24m in an expectant ellence. But the Kile entire fort xt ough the San'Fran-| ‘‘Us? demanded the fellow, aggres-!gan to roll more easily. Kirkwood drew | myste disclosed by the sequence of/+)'m gis said simply ery glad, done nothing wrong to-| I at matter, jman wes dimdent to a degree * * & sere ee’ peaeag Rew Yorke Rt Shin | sively. back with a sigh of relief |the adventure, his bewilderment deep-|j¢ that's the case, and presupposing I * she ac quickly. | land?” | he echoed. |At length, somewhat unconsciously, “t London povel ed by ¢, stout | Kirkwood motioned toward the pas-| “Thank God!” he sald softly. er deserve ( Fercnaiies/-he aunusa | nant questioned y chance bound for |think not,” she answered. ‘No; there Sa aca mysterious service, for which |Saseway. ‘There's a lady with me—| ‘The girl had no words. | Tho girl etirwed restlessly, “I havelsecm to myself to Gave been rather ane Recah i | will be no danger awaiting me at Mew eyaaya Ehllip would be richiy paid” Philip | there, Quick now! Worried by her silence, solicitous lest, |been thinks she volunteered in | forwarat? ne Gaia was not true.| "I @ © © can't tell you, | Hallam’a. You need not fear for me any Peutes Geartnes wits’ af. hat ‘night at| Still the man did not move. “Ten|the strain ended, she might be on the |troubled tone, “that there 18 absolut: Ride en rece an ton Aan “But you can tell me this—are you|more, * * * ‘Thank you." fg A IS reine’ withes | bob,” he bargained; ‘an’ you runnin’| point of fainting, he let up thé shade |no way I know of to thank you prop-| ppl AAG Rada Bepvenan eres A) er ked on the Minneapolis? , | He Ueted his brows at the unfamiliar potas any, benny ey awye with th’ stuffy ol’ gent’s fair] and lowered the window at her side. erly." LE Hrersarsirepara tur a aring Cross a No-o; St 1s aequite another boat” name, “Mrs. Hallam? anger ot prrest. ii darter? Come now, guv'ner, ts it gen'-| She seemed to have collapsed tn her| “It ts enough if I've been useful,” he| “Oh. but | mean Horde: A TALE MOT i 01 ommented savagely, | “I am tong to her house in Craven the aint ar Mer, Dor. rous? Myke it a quid an’ "'—~ corner, Against the dark upholstery | rose in gallantry to jouldn't in 8 i ieieiAgvarattayt wouldn't be me to have any sort Of letrest, eee aE wan ans the girl “A pound then. Will you hurry?" her hatr shone ike pale gold in the! ‘That," she cor was y | ute ¢ Bye! AGN of his fe af ‘Your father 18 to meet you there?” She veapurant, , 4 full aitempe 12 ma3 By way of answer the fellow scram-|half-light; her eyes were closed and |prettily said; But then I have never te } er. W i ers f © urtistt t - y fdr He takes’ Dorothy tothe bled hastily up to the box and snatched | she held a handkerchief to her lips; the | known any one more kind and courteous | PO! I appreciate all that . \ : , Promised to." fave er Ported Ae toe ea at the reins. “Ck! Gee-o bup!" hej other hand lay imp. [end-and considerate than you." hiv’ Dene. 60 ae 1 * : ie he wouldnt” e apters the house after Dorothy. men | cried sonorously. “Miss Calendar?” Was no savor of n the simple | hat wa sure . Alen ~ vee c ed; she oh te de fia aot uant es rl mk Whils| By now the mewa had wakened to| She started, and something bulky fell |and direct statement; indeed, she was| don't ; 1 = line over the conjectural an- Be eerhee Mile Doroinn. The wollte ata |the fact of the presence of a “toft” in| from the seat and thumped heavily on Jlooksing away trom him, out of the win-| ine m ties event, T map IRE ative UarSugh iherrear ii'the hove | ‘ts midst. His light topcoat and ilk | the floor, Kirkwood bent to pick it |40w, and her face wee serious wi ; - rk ay OR Kirxwood soos a ‘cab hat rendered him as conspicuous as a aad bo for the Rest ume was Raade | event: aoe Larch a ; hd ber oh sie i con a red Indian in war-paint would have re that she had brought with her a |T@ 0, Kirkwood ad t e| etting 6 CHAPTER y. been on Rotten ee A cry of surprise 11 back Gladstone bag of considera een mom on 6 et with un a n ° was raised, and drowned in a volley of | ble welght. As he placed it on the for. an can ' u oper | thinking of me.’ ve pie the - 1 . (Centinued.) ribald inquiry and chaff, ward s their ¢ met KINE © eves ; Fortunately, the cabby was instant! ‘I didn't know'-—-he beg ould I th i ie fystery of a Pour Wheeler.|io rein in shitlly before the passages | "It wes 10 get Wat.” sho Nanton | en NEA I } cabby way, and Kirkwood had the door open|to explain, “that my father sent mo ‘ ary ehila she lat ; Ae ane I — 7 be bad e Sock. und She g9 before the four-wheeler stopped, +The s neal Aasiget the cuabions amedi : ‘ 4 ‘ . girl, hugging her cloak about her, broke SEE A Ay nen Tee } vatched f LrouK ; ‘My man'"— cover (whereat the hue and cry re npl prehen I ‘ mn “Lor, lummet!” eried the fellow un|doubled) und sprang into the body of |i: F gucly, and pat OM expe aze, pivoting on hiv heel, Cupidity|the vehicle Kirkwood f ed, sbut-| glegted the ervat way z, quick understanding enlivened the | Uns the door, As the « i ' ‘ , ex which in two glances looked Kirk-| Ward he leaned over and drey " t Aw: 1 up and down, comprehending at|the window shad elding ¢ | lie eyed s r , both his badly rumpled hat from half # hundred prying eyes. At| bag j a your a Dt-leather shy Shelp me, the same time they gach momen: | iow did know i kly-"‘where'd you drop from, guy’-|tum, banging swiftly | idly out | te ¢ tt don't see | 4 F ~ the mews wat aon t te a 1 de That's my affetr,” suid Kirkwood,| An urchin, leaping on the step to spy | iuing Whatever, who had thrust himself ' s iskly. “Are you engaged?” in Kirkwoods' window, fell off, yelping. | uninvited into her concerns—uninvited * ra ‘ ‘Ml you mykes yerselé my fare,’ rer ae tie driver'a whiplash curled about tial wae bo way, in the second ance, teeny, for pew naivete was fawless ”