The evening world. Newspaper, December 23, 1910, Page 16

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IRON HAND, THE BOY USHER. — . a NI lent” is of the silent forees—no, “s not the ord forces—of the theatre is the} claque, that indefinite body of en thusiasts who applaud and start a demonstration at the precise mo: in call will do ie practical ap- plause-promoter is a leader, not a Like he works supposedly without offi- the ticket speculator, cial recognition, but he gets re- sults and is a power to be reck- oned with. en Stars count his influ- e as second only to that of the dramatic critic, and guise or another managers do not under one | vines in the applause and never comes nearer | begrudge him a piace on the payr sus ‘The public has its good-natured | ions, but usually to identifying the person who started it than to smile skeptically when “Tron Hand, the Boy suddenly emerges from the darkness at | the head of a side aisle and loudly claps his delight at some line, situ- ation or top note that he has seen and heard repeated every night and matinee for weeks past, and that may not amount to much anyway The suecessful “claqueur”—-as he is called by the Fr vented him—is really an invisible art of the multitude. He has studied the manuseript of the play for his applause-plot and curtain-call cues as carefully as the stage manager | has for “business” or the scenic artist for a scene-plot. He contrib- utes a vital element to the “atmosphere” at the momentous climax of a first performance. neh, who in- , a master of the psycholog: The claque of the playhouse proper surpasses that of the opera in| finesse and difficulty in about the same degree as the acroplane is supe- rior to the dirigible balloon. Opera is such an unreal, illogical and alto-| gether irresponsible proceeding from the viewpoint of dramatic illusion and human probability that it is all right to hold up a tenor just as he is eloping with the princess after having slain his hated rival, and @émand iwo or three more high B flats in dcknowledgment of the plaidits of melomanincs. A Russian dancer can easily be induced to come back and do an acrobatic toe-spin immediately after she has died of a broken heart and been buried by the wood-sprites. But to break in upon a tense emotional scene of the spoken and realistic Gzama is a far more delicate matter. To cause a single second’s delay or anticipation in dropping the curtain at the end of an act may “kill” not only the player speaking the tag, but the drama itself; and here) is where the claque leader and the stage manager play into each other's sands, in manipulating the strong and steady acclaim that brings be- fore the footlights the stars, the company, the manager, and possibly even the author, just when the audience is in the momentary mood to smile upon them. { The audience is applauding of its own free will, and has no idea how cunningly that will has been humored, flattered, nursed, guided and impressed. This personally conducted ap- proval is proper enough in prin- ciple because it cannot be worked successfully unless there is really something to approve. A great French tragedienne tried to have a claque contractor discharged because she got bad notices, but he defended himself and his job by the sworn statement that at the first performance in question he had “led the attack in person thirty-three times, furnishing three acclamations, four hilarities, two thrilling movements, four re- newals of applause, and two indefinite explosions. couldn’t save a poor piece! And even that | + HYDE AND SEEK! HE louder City Chamberlain Hyde is called for the farther away he seems to ed “ducking” in the Chesapeake and is reported to have “ducked” to Florida or elsewhere. Anyway he is out of sight He has « This might be slick tactics on the part of a crooked lawyer trying to protect a rascally bunch of clients, but it is unbecoming in the chief financial officer of the city and a reflection on the high character of Mayor Gaynor, who appointed him. Perhaps Deputy Commissioner Flynn could find the gentleman if « loquately instructed! federates!" said Johnson, the cashier. “Now, Tjiad an aunt in Holyoke, Mass., | who was liable to fall over Into a trance’—- “T've seen you do the same thin) sneered Jenkins. ‘Member the night we had the stag racket and the boss kept opening wine? Talk of your trances"’ Mr, Jarr looked disgusted The Evening World Daily Magazine. Friday: Such Is Life. By Maurice Ketten. December 23; 1910: 5) That Changed History By Albert Payson Terhune Ouprright, 1010, by The Pres Publishing Oo, (The New York Wostd), yt No, 14—4 Strand of Golden Hair That Checked the Conquest of a Nation. F a strand of golden hair had not worked ite way through ¢he crevices of a cask—the map of Italy, and possibly of Germany a8 well, might have been startlingly changed. And @ life prisoner might perhaps have become an emperor, The “golden hair" belonged to Enzto, “boy king” of Sardinia, a mere youth who had already wade himself world-famous and who gave promise ! of sweeping everything before him in the onrush of his conquests. Bagsto | was the son of Frederick IT, Emperor of Germany, He was born in 1286. When he 6 only twelve years old he was known as one of the bravest | soldiers of that age and had fought gallantly at his father's side in fleree battles againat tho Lombards, When he was fourteen, Fnzio married Adelasia, a young widow who was heiress to all Sardinia and Corsica, Bee fore ho was fiftecn le was proclaimed King of Sardinia, had wo ghtheod and was A general In fact, Enzio was one of tory's rarest prodigtes. Handso:ne and brilliant, a born leader, there seemed no limit te might achieve, It was an era of men soldiers, But even in such ¥, this fifteen-y A shone aw one of the fo! t warriors and courtiers in Europe, But for the Incld: the cask and the strand of golden hair, he would probably have Frederick 1. was Emperor of ayed havoc with the established destintes of nations. ermany and King of Naples, Sictly and Jevusaiem. He spent most of his in warfare, and several times he clashed | with the Pope, Frederick gave his son Enzlo the kingdom of Sardinia. The Pope regarded this kingdom as part of the “papal territory" and excommunicated both father and son. This ban did not trouble Enzio, who proceeded to ravage the papal lands and to thrash the te The boy carried fi through I No army no neral could withstand him. Aight off Meloria He took 4,00 prisoners (including sev of silver) and a vast quant In 1241} thus, and rout hime cardinals Ww fleet in a see rimiral as general. he bound in shackles Soon afterward a hor Tariars surged acr These tar raids had long ti ly and other countri alo met the ars and inflicted on a defen: that the invasions ceased or. Vor the next few years I « busy putting dowa his father's onemtes and own, in various worst blot on his faine occurred during fe time; when, | ers in a cape ed was In a b: and ma ounde genius were left free to w the mastery of nation 1 so dangerous an A Daring Plot son, The ‘ ‘ hed t letest guard. Their vigilance was once v tw 1 r brilliant career wot of any other man in one s odd “ifs She e i arrh prt walle, a passing tice a ' worked fs e ba nd carried nained in prikon derful boy's says math (of bea well an most le Inactlvit plned out By Means of the Black Art Mrs. Jarr Lures a Maidservant Back Into a Deserted Kitchen Copyright, 1910, by The Press Publishing Co, The’ New York World.) By Roy L. McCardell. “ye. know we laugh at the women because they believe In fortune tellers and all that sort of thing,” said Mr. Jarr, when a little group formed around iis! desk at the office for relaxation and social intercourse the boss havin) gone out, “wel he went on, “I used to laugh at It and say It was all Rov &. MS CARDELL ori what T saw a mind-reader do at a mov- ing-picture show the other night,” inter- |rupted Jenkins, the bookkeeper. tell you “Ab, that's all trick work with con- “'Phat's what an intelligent guy gets on metaphysios with! sive you some In- ak in about hams intelligence of} id trying to discour a lot of wooden reads!” he growled, Just Ket myself set formation and you br that stantle the intens nickelodeon audiences or doddering women who throw fits in Holyoke!” “Jum the same it was a wondert stunt,” said Jenkins, ‘Dhat min | ler I'm telling you about ought to| ‘on Broadway.” “He was wiere he suited best at a Past All That, 4 ne le here are not Fo the taitur of The Kvening Wor er as they should Vor in Why are th stanve, take the moving ploture shows. he Christinas ur You can at any time #ee ediidren enter Is’ the Christmas t? ‘The xpir these places Ve to 1 Now, some of the more lnpressionable ey to make oth ' m to me likely to want to mitate these pictures at (heir ewn homes, aud perhaps even pretend to kill y towerd enc m not thinking of thelr danger ures | hinve seen are i i w y sould | enough to put nervous children out of Hot feel no al! yea I why this feel th nds If they visit them continu ning permaneni, saourd not) all no Wertern plotures seen the | Joy to all? T leave the tast| worst in this respect L. 8. ‘ of this catechism to readers to No Such Reward fered, wnswer MARY B To the K rod The Kvening World Moving tures and Children, 1 een told by some of my To the } {The Rvening World tr t paper offered a reward le « and save tried |for all the 1903 pennies that are in hard to build myself up here in the | circulation; ax 1 Stand there are ~ @ have Cravelled, this big oki ry few of them, Is this true? ever and ove, and 1 aan worry to bay MKS, W, R moving-picture show," ventured Joln- fon, “The genulue psychics, the people who really have ‘the goods’ in second sight, thought transference and spirit. ualism and all that sort of mental dope, they don’t peddie their great and super- Dumbwaiter Dialogues By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1910, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), The Cold Winds Do Blow! Seene: The Merrimac Apartments Characters: Mrs, Muriburt, Mrs. Lost, Manda, a Voice and the Janitor. RS. H, (calling)—Janitor! Janitor! M (Receiving no response after seve: bang the dumbwalter ropes against the Mrs, P. (disturbed, by the noise)—Who's doing that? Is that you, janitor? Mra, H.—No, I'm Moing it. I haven't got a bit of heat in my apartment and my little boy has a terrible cold! Mrs, P. (sympathetically)--[sn't It awful? ‘These apartments are regular death traps in the winter. They shut off the steam just whenever they feel like it, don't they? Mrs, H.—Yer, anti the janitor nowhere to be found! Manda (inquieitively)—Who yo' all lookin’ for, Mis’ Hurlburt? rs. Hi, (Undignantly)—I'm looking for the janitor, Is he up there? Manda (explosively)—Laws no! I wouldn't low dat Dutchman to step dis y'here kitchen! But I'll get him fd yo’. Mi, H.<T wish you would, if you know where he is, (Manda proceeds to emit a series of earsplitting shrieks that can be taken for almost anything.) Mrs. P, (nervously)—Oh, dear, that's awful! Volce (terror-strickon)—Oh, oh, What's the matter? Manda (terrely)—No, there ain't none, Dat Janitor (appearing)—Vell? Mrs. H, (before any one else has a chance)—Janitor, will you please tell me whether you're trying to freeze the tenants out of this building or what? Mrs, P.-It's outrageous! I've had to wear a sweater around the house all day. And even so, I'm not certain that I haven't caught pneumonia Manda (not to be ignored)—Man allve, yo' sho’ got to git some heat up y'here or I'll be froze to de mattress to-morrer mornin’! Janitor (bewlidered)--Vat iss It? Vy—vat? Mra. If. (angrily: the heat? Mra, P. (echoltke where's the h Janitor (meekly)—Ladies, I give you mein vord I got a fire down a factory! It should not be cold upstairs’ Manda (having @ spasm)—Golly! Dat's some langwige, Heinle! Mrs, H.—Well, unless I get some steam {mmediately T shall telephone down to the agent's office ami complain, And, what's more, I intend to send him all my doctor's billy, toot Janitor (with expression)—Gott in Himmel, vot for excitement! Mrs, P, (imparting Information gratis)—Of course, you know you can't expect to heat a s.x-story house with ten cents’ worth of coal. Janitor (wildly)—Ten cents! Coal iss Itke di'monds mit price! Mrs, H.—Well, we won't discuss it any longer. Please tend to the heat right } attempts, Mrs, Hurlburt starts to ides of the shaft.) gt tn Is there a fire? de reason we're holler: here big like aw. Janitor (with astonishing docility)—All right, ma'am, I'L (Shortly to the three patrs of Matening ears comes a % pipes and radiators. deafening.) Mrs, I. (howling above the clamor)—Well, {t's a territ stand anything for a while just to get warmed up. Mrs, P, (full of lung power)-—You can tell the pipes were cold, because the heat never makes such a nolve coming up except whan they turn it on first thing |in the morning | Manda (coming to a conciiston suddenly) we is bein’ stringed! | wants to seo somethin’ jus’ como downstalr wid ne vat it can be done. hh clanging In the It gathers strength second by second till the result becomes je noise, but we can If yo! all Jealousy. TAIN tin ome carly t her serted iia key in the k ne ! with diffienity, but mana ss and beatific tacandescent | upstairs = without — awakenin "i at ¢ ty when my howe | thougtit ble ne fe | oe foe att rmich surpeaad, | rer «x felt Ihe natural gifts around. Now, my] . aunt" | Pe RAN | he the lamppost at Mr. Jarr, who was burning to disctose| earns AMP Wanted a Goat. as jakatine cof mwoaanncwlieherati: "* expostulated the penitent John took | | "Ww Dox 1 been on k that's « bit unfair) W pee i 1 + er, and the per bed art at this and hurried on with his Ye Jealous of a lamynos 1 into the youthful story, t f are fu “To make it short,” he said, “I never ting Th A that he ie Piling It On. av belleved in fortune tellers, though my wife was silly enough to do so, But we} have had a lot of trouble with servant 1 to hear 20 prayers are answered, days in th \ touches rather trouble without then rather ing « they ain't,” persisted Tommy, dog. and my wife consulted a fortune Je 8 Fonves sco Tecriey 1 th * asked the teacher, we know, by the way. ‘Tat is, she's ‘ wife gent for ther end told her trode | ee ee eee ee MORO ike aid Pract bles. My wife had located a servant) marked A months T've been praying for Young's Magazine, girl that had left ui named Gertrude. This girl had a good place in a police captain's tamily— rather he hadn’t any family, only @ wife. “The girl had it soft and was getting more money than we could pay her, but ‘pretty good gti “Don't you fiad an utterly Fashions my wife wanted her back, so she con- RETTY house sulted Madame Zingara, who has a place Kowns are in Twenty-elghth street, in a ground scadedt ly Maen floor flat, and also applies leeches if you | <l. ‘This moat is excetient ever havo a black eye. Her right name's Jones and her husband !s @ ticket chop- per on the ‘Ll,’ and, as T said, she's the in-law of our Janitor”— | “I thought you e going to cut tt shor'?” broke In Johnson, the cashier. | 'm coming to the point,’ aid Mr, Jarr, “and it's worth listening to. Well, the fortune teller came to our house to H see my wife to-day, this very morning, before breakfast. And heard her—"Mrs. Jarr,’ she says, both vy girls and for ah women. It s finished with the big collar and it ts Closed at the left side, It can be util- ized for wool ma- terials and for washable ones, ho skirt is slight- ly high waisted nd very becom ‘your girl, Gertrude, will be here at noon to- | in) de | “My wife just telephoned me a few! minutes ago, telling me that the girl was back and had brought her things and had told my wife she would ni leave us again until sie had a home| of her own. How's that | “Well, this mind reading professor,” n Jenkins, ‘S-s-sh! Here's the boss!” cautioned Johnson, “I'll tell you about my aunt's trances s'mother time.” | Then they gtided back to thelr desks | ‘and rustled pepers around, for the sea- | son of Chnistmes checks from. appre- clative employers to industrious em- | ployees is at hand, | When Mr. Jarr arrived home that evening a oragh of falling dishes In the ‘The gown is made with wadst and skirt portions. The waist {8 out in one with the sleeves that are of thre quarter length, The skirt is cut dn four rores and the two are joined by means of a belt, ‘The right front of the gown laps well over tho left and the closing {s made invisible, For the 16. year ' by = @:o:0' size will be re kitchen confirmed the newa in the amil- quired 6% yards of ing face of Mrs. Jarr that Gertrude, the | material 24 or 2 ght running domestic, again ruled thety | inches wide, 4% oulsine, yards or aM Mr, Jarr went back to weloomne the returned one, A few kind words may mean care with the cakes and coffee. | yards 44 inches wide with % yard of sntin for trime ming. Pattern ™ f 14, 18 and 18 years of age, giad to see you back with u Well, I wouldn't have been tere, Mr. Jarr. 1 had an awful good place, plied Gertrude; “bat a fortune teller came around day before yesterday and | House Gown for Mi: 1s cut in sizes for misses and Pattern No. 6882, 1} women oo] How Call at THE EVENING WORLD MAY MANTON FASIION§ (The two ladies, shivering, accompany their dusky guide below stairs, She leads them to the furnace room and there they come upon the king af the cellar, “Young man, do you believe Santa Ciaus?” “Aw, | used to when | w. in a kid” | seated on a stepladder, a monkey wrench in one hand and a tack hammer in the other, playing the network of pipes overhead much as he would @ xylophone,) Duo (furiously)—¥ou infamous wretch! You deceiver! You Manda (vindictively)—Oh, you false debbil youl iy BUREAU, Lexington avenue and Twenty-third street, or send by: mail to MAY MANTON PATTERN CO,, 122 E, Twenty-third street, Obtain jN. ¥, Send ten cents in coin or stamps for each pattern ordered. Th IMPORTANT—Write your address plainly and always specify size wanted. Add two cents for letter postuge if ta a Patterns turry, told mo V’d never have no luck and | wouldn't never get no hdsband if 1 didn’t go back right away within three | days to the place I last left | “Madame Zingara charged mo! two dollare, too!” whispered Mrs, Jars,