The evening world. Newspaper, March 13, 1909, Page 9

The Enine World Daily Magazine, Saturday, March 135, COs EVA TANGUAY . Says She’sNot What She Seems On the Stage She Does Care---My, Yes! Oood ® @ Ceeeene BY CHARLE S DAR TON A TANGUAY does care oh, my “Of course,” admitted the greatest living example of “T Don't Care,” as it in sober brown in her dressing-room at Ham: merstein’s think that are about anything. You'd be surprised if and stew ove I Lery Who see me on the stage have some But they how seriously you knew everything, and when I don't get as much applalvae) ad | and baw something awful. 1 do care—oh, my, yea!” reason to awfully mis: | I take things. 1} eee What Every Husband Knows By Wm. B. Johns Oe CI eee At tone. AAP UNDER THE WHERE“? THE BUTTON | | | AUXILIARY YOUR WIFE If BEAUTIFUL 18) ed hey haly out of her eyes to let me see that she meant what | ! | > had got a strangle-hold on suc: | BEHIND THE SCENES. ON PARADE. ont go.” And he was s a we rT) imiest, tn anaeol On Success, ‘ ee Ms t rin New I rev The q edt a Cis I she anid simply. op isn't 1 to Newa tse | guay up to mina time, ‘That was about enn the p I 1s years ago $n thi se. I had si meon the stag a small part in My f with a song ae hi erage VB a pee aa SU ae By Helen Rowland. are wild, tyawa t the chorus girls would spoil my crea lance of making good by attracting i it i} ention 0! he diene 0 hi. . C 7 any y fits rit re Gait: ay Hy re pudisncs we He In Which She Defines and Defends a Flirt. Lorelei didn't wear a atralght-tront corset and Clegpatra didn’t she's craz ’ earch eauatnantentalcntera(shar hres ¥ DEAR JACK—So you have come to the wavela\red fag/ae)a\warnlng) to) Moro Antony when sho staricd out Bg Chuck Butichalwasnie thareleitilicked M Site cambannihen Reno silhtale to turn the Roman Empire topsy-turvy—just for fun: A Romping i 1 stood tings as long as [ could, and an trying to “dangle” you. Revi) Letra GD WEY REDD MWR THON Es antl " ; Healy eyed Thanke—awfully! Lconsider it a distinct com ing is just Uke gamdling—an obsession, Onee you get the fever, ie suas hoes Nervi pliment to de called a flirt, A firt—a really you simply can't stop. You keep saying to yourself, “Just one more x ice between Miss Tanguay’s artistic one—is ma genuine denefactor to the game! Just one more fling of the dice—and then I'll take my win take. Wher £ suds went to show that, even for a world. She affords society its greatest joy nings and depart." But you never do depart until your winnings | its favorite pastime, its spice, its impetus! She introduces the com: orefallleone anal hallentalarsoudene Wheleanelle aca auaiuihe | edy role into the tragedy of life, the romance into the story of every: Ca CEE CNG GTI LB Uc UAE Tay EE day existence. She spends her youth training men to be good hus- Lae ees one une seen s ; bands—for other women. She may make them cynical—but she EGU UDR EE OR TELE uses | amuses them, She may spoil their illusions—bdut she gives them eidernersactelcea) Meal ama an oy aa ade oor te, at Paneth Go INNES CREE ie cea cbt (Ua IPG men merely as the short cut to a home and a weekly income, half also destroys their conceit. It's the flirts who have transformed all the spice of life would be lost. Give the poor thing her dues, then! the prigs into men, all the green and salad youth into responsible It is entirely owing to her that men now seek their wives figura aN Teen eee te rge Rae PIETER tively on bended knee, instead of with a club ag they did in the days pare . i i g . of the cave-dweller, that courtship has been turned into a pastime YOU'VE had a beautiful training, my dear boy, and you ought instead of a business and that matrimony has been transformed to be deeply grateful to all the girls who have tasted time on you from a duty to a privilege, And yet all she gets is calumnp— in the endeavor to complete your education, Suppose every girl to calumny and ingratitude! i , ( whom you have mae 1 4 n ad tit n you § neu Where would There! I hope I have defined and defended myself—and 1 am you have been? In Utah, Turkey—or Sing Sing sorry, honestly and deeply and sincerely sorry, if 1 have wounded THINK 1AM the {dea of 1 dont ty Miss Jordan had an extraordl!- want '¢ 1 wl tongue yee ree ine ji see aaetecriclotea cmt hres) t she went on, sweetly, "I at| ThalroRnCR 1 © gained a reputation as an awful] awe e Hverybody said, ‘Don't go near | NA ; t You her she's crazy.’ The paners were full pacers 1 1 REE wus rewritten, my sal- ar Ale A a 1 and the place was Jjammed in t Sa every night. Twas a great success, just AS 1 wise Thad given a chorus girl what y : . I e deserved, Ever since then the stage @ , s but g har { the orchestra and {n years now, and ind the theatre have derstand, so that As a matter of fact, mavenicelt s faye ect as poss get so blu re ke giving ft alls I won't be on up." th My sympathetic nature 1 mysterlous words and J did my best to ta few Anguay proceeded to open a new well-chosen words , comfort, What were pase adows to the brightness of the ‘ Indeed? “A Banded Loves.’ ‘My stage work {s hard," she contin. ued, “but [can ait down with an old stub. Doesn't Care for the stage. bynenctl andinever'stop) rwisli you could “But I don't like the stage,” declared | see my writing room, It has a four- the embittered headiiner 1 detest | teen-foot tlger skin on tha floor, and in | everything about it, 1 never go to the| theatre except to work, my work, I hate to wall out of my| blue home and come here, When 1 am not! lovely colors. working do I go to Hammerstein's Vic-| place, torla? No, I go to Hammerstein's Man- | don't he centre of the room there's a fountain | 1 don't like | with Hghts that make the water red and I's an awfully inspiring You know, I've written a book, you? No? Well, {t's called ‘A hattan. 1 love oper. and hate the| Hundred Loves.’ Hverybody thinks It's theatre, I haven't any friend# in the he history of my Ilfe, but it isn’t It theatrical profession, You won't find)starts with a happy love—a mother's any theatrical people among the callers at my home. I don't want to have any- | convent, and then gees astray, and thing to do with them, They're never | there's a little moral—girls, keep away sincere, and they're all selfish, They |from the men—all that stuff, you know, don’t want any one to succeed but{ It's made-up Ike a pocket dictlonary, | ¢ themselves. I've helped a lot of 'em,;and wherever you open it there's somes and always got the worst of it. Now |thing about love, Of course, it tun't ex- I look out for myself, I won't have anjactly like a pocket dictionary, but that {mitator on the bill with mo. 1 don't} gives you the idea.” fear any one, but I have to protect my] Miss Tanguay waited for me to get own material, I'm not going to follow] the lovely idea, and then informed me; love for her child, The child goes to a some one who has given an imitation There's a streak of me in tt. I'm gn- of Eva Tanguay. 1 once wrote an! ing to eall my next book ‘A Confession,’ article on ‘Success,’ in which I said] tye got two big trunks filled with the that to win success it wor neces: te remove all obstacle N leon didn’t turn back w eros the Alps—quoted little things like that you see, to show how people have won sucess.” In the neat breath Miss Panguay told \ ry most heavenly love letters you ever read, po pand Um sure they will make an Int 1} esting book. They're different from the ordinary love letters, The style Is dif- ferent, I mean.” As for herself Miss Tanguay declared she had never tried 4a be “diderenay? and amber and violet and other | Tam sorry you were so deceived in me, But, of course, you did not KNOW that I was—this awful thing, A real flirt doesn't go round with a label tacked to her She is too subtle and artistic; | but a man always hands you a written recipe of his emotions so that there will be no misunderstanding, I suppose, and you won't real thing. It may be safer, but it takes all the spice and tang out of things. The woman who is You can't detect a real flirt by her waist line or her front hair any more than you can detect a veal artist by his soft tie and his back hair. Genius tg born not made, dear Jack—and go is a fr The | mistake near-love or mock sentiment for the “dangerous,” as you call it, never hangs out a danger signal you—and yet if it WAS you that I fancied I glimpsed going into Sherry's DIRECTLY behind a butter-colored blonde in a flower toque yesterday evening, the suddenness with which you have re- covered from the wound 1s almost a shock! I suppose pink and yellow blondes ARE a good antidote for love, There MUST be something soothing about them, since men so often taken them as a salve for broken hearts; much more artistic if you had just remained wounded a little longer, But there! you can't be taking the blonde merely as an antidote or a pastime, You MUST ‘ta furt. And, of course, you have told her all about vet, somehow, it would have seemed so be taking her seriously, since you a ME! | The Braveandthe Fair # @ ByJ i} > “Lady, I'll lend youse me umbrella for a dime!" | | “But it isn't raining. | "T know, But ain't you afraid de sun will apoll yer beautiful complex- . Ji Ki Bryans | “What! "No, lady Are you here begging again?” T have just called as er delegate from de 7 Association, ter notify youse dat If youse don't Improve yer cookin’ de As fon?" soelation will have ter cut youeel off ita route!” DODSTODOOTGOWY DHODAESTOOECOSID FOSEEOG: DOODEDOOSGOHED | § Booth Tarkin ton and Harry L. Wilson’ S Gteat Love Romance of a Amer ican K i ht. DIIOOOCIGHOOHAHNTAEDOOHGIOVS COITTTOGVAIOIIDLOOHISOOOO 09) a | "Well, that was luca,” he commented! "f ghall ask or,” Se began weakiy ever hope to bear, and a ex The and a@ Horace turned again to go Haland shamefacediy, “Hf she will ¢ essed thought that fe stould Jeald: “Hold on a& minute! I'm look) to an ners ow able to hold up his head again was {ng for some Americans here and I ex-| Pike looked \ amazeme but a vivification wi an From Home iievocttie tne acre ntar tom SC PREING. Teie boas <td | Simpson." Interview!’ he said. “Why, [L want) enough, she told this fearful ; Horace flushed deeply to the roots of| to talk to g iad come ur C ‘ ‘Copreiaht 1000, by American Prose Aswan.) | Yi) Hawcastly, w of his tiner| but to have tt appea he full Mehe srNOPaIs OF PRECEDING cuaprers.| “Is 2 any possibility you mean| feelings « ip ap his. sis day, and in we ¥ wearing of the Da ke, & shrewd Kokomo (indiana) | Granger-Simpson?” he asked with) in-law with his much as a cle tly of the mar was a ’ i and ice Sm orn: | elaborate sarcasm, ut this was lost| hostess picks up her ferining guests & way tco Ope, ike had always dumtiy ioved on Dantel dinner, and arose, turning to Ethe Riretlhnanting + BS ae tee Dn Nae ee a eee on! No, aiz, Just plain ‘Simpson, Gran-] “This shall ma Aiftere 4 4, moment agains Ran aLres art vita caatie lita ger's thelr middle name, ‘That's for| my child,” he ald, and, turning share re the Countess co rnhe ri'a al old Jed Granger, grandfather on their) ly) took Lady Creech e ' the first astonis! so mother'g side, 1 want to #ee eft the terrace, Elke looked aco! sie had to 7 and see it Americ 4 s the girl I'm really pityingly ed, even ned erento ha erik Grae iiesudenauen “Don't nderstand?”” he sald ie tinpreanl tng hlmest Higvonnt any possiple on why Mis re Em hi ar their uk het trtaes eat Chant Simpsons! ” For af « ant Horace stared ampigny had rt loves. ad unit at iim and ypped his chin and fi 18 2 "i re tocmally, eae pacing At | wtarted in Ke t ‘ (feanent ait ee Pike Srives, | “Reason! 1 cw walked away aceite i Af re i price, and site 1 wha r hold up omy head atrician Yona te breaklagt wity the Ineoytiio Grand on iver ed ae " taken o hi hal . t @ statement | 88 he si Bake whe a LES eel aa oil effect of this simple statemen Fates ‘the tao, Sipe #Hor-| was terrifying. Ethel reeled diasily aad ; eh 7 Then, with an awakenad re ace, asking Aerla was supported by Mtme, de Champleny CHAPTER X. ine! Ne t the « = S ‘The Harl rose to bis 1 Home| ‘ ifvere) pledela stock, the stuck CHAPTER IX, staggered dack The Humiliation. vere ‘ ; (Continued) Whatl” he cried horror of the revela- oppress yo nevera Recognized | “Yes, ein.” went on Pike “Dar Horace had drawn) to her with a rus. a eoo8 Voorhees Pike, attorney-at-law, K Ethel's an and & 1 67 HAPPEN to have deen bora In the| mo, Ind unde e st z0 aw nt I States," replied Horace, aggres-| Horace feil tack from him in horrl anding | once and never insult her again ¢ 8 Gively, and Pike smnile quizzically. ‘fed amazement, uncouty and vulgar presence, Such iping Toms’ Every Man Is a Poet in Some Degree or Other : By John K. WOODMAN Le Baron T0000 0000 0000000000 Nature {s the greatest exponent of the postic. ‘Dhe poetic temperament | ‘The man who lives “near to Nature's gets much more out of life }heart" frequently surprises himdelt by than the one which fs discovering few beauties in the hum- wholly prosa | blest: things. OETRY {8 a thing of every day. | Nut is there a temperament tote The beauties are not new, the por devoid of the poetle? | etic nature of the man ig awakening. Nero, the embodiment of sensual | i “We are all posts," says Carlyle. Loved a Tho great movements now on foot ts fia story Je told of the murders’ |encourage tho love for the beautiful Whos hand was arrested in its fitl) ang the response from the humbler the strains of “Home, Sweat) voicy of Lite, prove Carlyle to be cor- rect, We can make life a good deal more of a poem sf we will emphasize the | grossnews, ow t Home." The meanest homes are generclly graced by some little flower on the | windowsill etic, | ort {nso re |? 1 ere mortal ifui-the poetieraide ot | 9¢0798 Peabody's tife wes'a poem lites He devoted himself to doing good. | Go into the ehtldrente wards tn hos- There was much of the poetic han pltala and watch the eager faces of the mony in the life of Queen Victoria, » little waifs ag thelr eyes devour some The poetry of life finds notable ex |poture It {s helping to develop the poetto alde| ponents in the philanthropies ef of tha child's nature; to awaken his ap-| Clara Barton, Jane Addams and |precintion of Iife's beautles I erserscermat It is not necessary to appreciate) maith lalaolia ehGna ER aa Tasso or Dante in order to be poetic.) i 4. nie pity ie a a When Dante passed the b 19 of life. show children | polnted to him, not as the part of our every-day existence. nonized | poet.” but as “the man that was In hell.” Their poetle sense had not been cult!- vated to the key of “The Divine Com- edy," but those same urehins would! have eagerly grasped & rosebud or al violet liad one been offered them. In every soul there te the poste inatinct. one en Sauerkraut Lunch. HE) sauerkraut luncheon need Te not be dreaded If the kraut { has an onton cooked with It. This seems to keep the odor from folng through the house, probably on the homeopathic principle that ¥ one bad smell kills another, Sauerkraut should have as accom- animents nothing but roast pork, iiushed potatoes, thin bread and bate ter and a cup of weak tea. Never serve ft with several courses. It here be a dessert, It should be some- thing in keeping, Baked apples and cream make a digestlble dessert after sauerkraut, Too slmple for company? The de- votees of kraut don’t care whether they eat a dessert at all, and guests who do not like the cabbage delicacy } should never be invited to a sauer- kraut festa, ‘The greater Its development, the greater one’s outlook on Ife. “A man may be a poet and yet write no vers says the "Sage of Kent.” It wag the poetic Insight in Raphael's nature that produced the greatest of the Madonnas. Hed Bach been a-wholly prosy man, looking only upon “the practical and sordid side,” muste would not have been enriched by his sublime compositions. By cultivating and encouraging the poetic, man is lifting himself in the scale of human eristence, ‘There 1s no surer way of elevating the |general condition than by cultivating the flner tastes, aren ore en: i | | May Manton’s Daily Fashions ww F UCH simple make the stand bys of the girl's ward rove. They can be | gnade from line! | pique, from the | weigut ginghams and ehambrays and {nexpensly simpler, printed wash fabrics This one 1a box pluited, and becoming long while ft {8 abso- lutely simple and ehildlike in effect. In the {Illustration white Linen ts combined with | plue, but dresses of | one color throughout | nuel worn and ir made of the with the edges will | same, scalloped, he exe ceedingly amart with= involving any amount of | teria med years) Pattern No. 0282 it In sizes for ris of 6, 8, 10 and 12 rs of age. Girl's Box Pleated Dress—Pattern No. 6282, o J + How ‘allat THE EVENING WORLD MAY MANTON FASHION ¢ te BUREAU, No. 132 st Twenty-third street, or send by mall} to No. 132 West Twenty-seventh street Send 10 cents in coin} Obtain or stamps for each pattern ordered. ; ‘These IMPORTANT—Write your address plainly and aivare} Patter meee size wanted, Add two cents for letter postage if in a & dif he could sea you ' ess mighty pro e spirit C She turned from him in a smothered st esolutely and camel rage, and then faced him again with 8 11 ¥ he stood with | cold disapproval in her tone. ww gue perplexity afte Verhaps it will be as well if wa ut lin ithe! a veld personal alle ns,’ she sald § look of joathing the stra ack | sentt This man should have vy \ ad/ opportunity for bringing up those vu family reminiscencr + ur, half-forgotten f He mi could help tt eda trite I don't Sust see how that's p he ar nd she waved b for it Then she whim take bis | indign ms Ma und se sit dow she sali, AW had gone she kward bow ny plied meekly, wit! a simps) \t on the last wor y t ed W wist | a Hier k the chair that Hor: of his lank bod, i i u cipitously. Sha und ax if he expe " T 8 rd he wad aed and arm , ‘ gk 1 at he waa a As . A i really my guardian?* ange ! lat las va ot hew and f r tones. Pike smiled war a { $ er . ; Welt,” } 1. "I've got the papers * ow you xpect that , . Know it! she el exe 4 Pertial didn't how hed have as Hed