The evening world. Newspaper, March 21, 1911, Page 19

The Evening World Daily Magazine ‘“‘Them Was the Happy Days!”’ * Convrich! 1011 by The Press Publishing Ca. (The New York World), i ) STenun' HetLo Sime? wit SA, JimmY, Do You Remember \ 1/] peat it, BuT He GoT You LTOLD Your Dad. Youwns sTenur\, [Lo ne om eee acco, snare DOV Vil ace NEAR} whe A ORRELL APES Me NE Be sus ADT ; Nor AE we __. [Hie Aerie For Me, AAD THe le ga Sale Durcved You M_THe EE AND — Lune UTTLe Runt! | hiseal (FARMER. CAME Ruwtin’ UP: no) , 4 Q 4 o> aR B ; ; | Love Songs of a # % Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland i ee ee ee eee ooo The Winter Garden Filled with Girls, Gayety and Color, On Copyright, 1011, by The Prew Pubiishing Co, (The New York Wortd), Her Rabaiyat, MM”: cay, “Ah, woman's auch a helpless thing! i ‘THERE'S OuR. NEW || NEIGHBOR GOING || Our! now is tHE ||! Yes ll em HER, Lucy Tt Too delicate to vote—just made to ‘cling,’ Garden, Those who stayed | Rea q Saw HER. 1 Save's 0 And wrap her tendrile round some strong me away at 12.20 this morn- s \ TROUBLE. Es 4 man's heart, ¥y of the production and hopei 1 pelessiy color bind Ae ivy round the aturdy oak in spring!” eponderance of flesh Unts, that hit you in the You r jn a cauehE the gleam of K: How lovely! Just to be a “clinging vine,” o. Ppaite lanes ; And lay that weary little head of thine On some man's shoulder, while he soothes your biuw And PAYS YOUR BILLS! Oh, doesn't tt sound fine? of the Winter G. Yet, tell me—for my heart begins to thump!— to the brilliant end 0: the © ing staggered by the tmme: For it was color, with a ; eye. It fairly made you éoa's fey shoulders than beaut 10 100k & iumbago, backed tl I you want to make a night of it go to the Winte — and 1 n, tke From tirst to jas: 0 s4y—@ scene filled Wita 3 Whetl Here's the secre ne © women Winter Garden, ‘and th ad: M&S GOOd examples mm, 11. At such @ proposition? Nor Why, then, I'm net trying to excuse thelr backs, My only purpose ts to let you know rm, We cannot do our “clinging” round a STUMP! what you may expect to see in the big variety house at Broadway and litt wnat? Myself, when young, did shun the cigarette, treet that now stands as the free-an est Place to drop into that che tora 4a known since tho old Weber & Fields days. It's Wever & Micids’ over agai but en such a huxe scale that It 1s quite overwheining in its proportio: 0 much the smoke-wrearhed house with Its broad orchestra toor and everbanging balcony as the production ‘Then, of course, inere's the oa. Which may be ¢ Foreswore the ballot and the trouseretse, Vowed to become the masculine “ideal,” A dainty, gentle, helpless little pet. MAMMA OIDN'T SR rac oer EH | () DIDNT But Bro swe. 174 | DO NOTHIN SENT ME OVER 1, too, once fondly hoped to cling, mayiup, , | % red (ferit 7 ARDS UNDER! pm |TO PUT THE, To some brave, noble, loving, tender chap, new: sel tne 1 THE Boo WV Tene unt BUT 1 WONT But all the “clinging” that 1 ever knew Theatre has de NeIGHaO wna? || ‘four, bikini Was what J did wpon a subway strap! !*> surrender irs Alas, alaa, where 15 that sturdy oak, Who yearns to-day to wear the marriage yoke? Tush! When it comes to making good you'll find That “clinging vine" delusion just a joke! Then take the vote—and let the blarney gol Jt does them good to talk that way. But, oh! How different when the vine begina to cling. We know what happens then—we know—WE know! 4 And this | say—take tt as false or truel— 7UIS 1s the best a modern girl can do; Just be a little “sturdy oak” yourself é | ‘And get some great, big vine to cling to YOU! The Phantom of the Opera ++ «+ By Gaston Leroux armed, nn sizo wher BS Josephine 1 covy and othary boomed out, It min: over dame seemed done of aa “Ma stind to cover th: Messrs, Shubert wita, ‘fe brand-new glory. 1 tajada, | t exactly; an pantsh da ng not to be t eft. Like her, nelet the day e. If of melan-) and I hope to do ao © © © but you your friend too }: anes 9 his hands, When he choty atures had have promised me, until that day, to} with Mme, Valer = at « disastrous Bold € streaming doWd noe stil appear young man as) be silent and to ask me no more ques-| adventure which will remain danger- | “Moorls the weird drama in tiots whatever ous so long as we have not unravelied ‘holdin; giris looked erlous child was! “Provided ov promised never to] dts threads and of which you Will cer- | ip ud ‘ ar, also some . ave be that have you prom- | tainly end by being the victim, Chris- Don't bileve him, mummy, don’t be- what heavy for tae ) on earth and watch ne ex 4 tine.” e him,” sho repeated, work they bad on beh ae aes sa aha spt Beata me] At these words, Mamma Vatertus nn tell me that you will never foot. PWWho inthis Erik?” he said. iceares acha him her Hand, f eeaiiet Naps Aaaains tonsed about in her bed ese Me SRaA iabianed: the feiden, Ae & MARAE RE TASH CHAPTER X. | stupefaction was so great chat bo stood! "On tho contrary, mademotactio,” | "What does this ineags’ she crle@ | 94g * ee nee, iid woh sae there duffounded, without @ gesture, @ald the young man, in a voice which | “le Chri a what la what sone midat “Seema Ie Rea tane Ah ‘Forget the Name. liwithout's word | he tried to make firm and br Yes, madame,” sald Raoul coure- | cy, 6. It Is the only thing that es ao) Ovh 98. @ dle tae 8 Vii day alter Christine had| “Well, M. da Chagny,” exciatinea| which still trembled, yt | Keourly, notwithstanding the 61698 reassure your mother and ine. We ¢ tinet novelty, unless Kitty Gordon in a harem shirt may be considered ta this jc\6 i vanishe even inva (Mamma Valertus, “don't you know our| concerns you interests me to an extent | made to aes : undertake not to ask @ sinsle quer Might. ‘The beauteous Miss Gordon, who can make even a harem skint seam a | tung 1 sott of that #tili Christine? Her good genius fas seat! which pervaps you will one day under. | I" exclaimed the good, alm- about tho pa Ie you promise us perfect wnole, walked with the Individual honors without doubt, likewise | the I Tiadb Bia GOube (ha cide ces) BEE DeeKe 1.0 fland, Ido not deny that my surprise | Plt od woman, Karp f without bagcing her first costume at the knees, In addition to shecelng hor rit il ae ain teheen 1, ween Ppaaeeeyth prohe in preepity, | equals my pleasure at Anding you with ek sail eve. onser ts cold radiance over the scene of “La Belle Fares,” as wel The Monte guce de ae lk a er biped Foner ormar er eet aervirial en pes RAE ATO lo Moon,” in which she shone vocally, she dispiayed some ver be q He 1 tho at, mamn. at the pened between us yested Anu impostor te abusing ber gvoa Included the suffragetto pantuloon, which will probaly mot be worn Hr ant SE URSURB He LAIR FE DS break a ta A Alia Ol outalde the Winter Garden this season, ‘This was amusing enough, but Mise) "hic “hut Real dau see ne ate ita her, Bee ee REA eh eS Sees MEH SVOREcEO Retaiy axeeeies tree CAM CAcaRICAE MD AOLTRIRSIIRRTS! jordon went a@ bit too far When she displayed another Karment i to the cian ouabain a eet ihe Silae | Avuel of Mus you here so soon, She told you herself that there te n0 name of a gone-but-net-forgoiien opera singer whose more oF less long-lost ee ee ; -gucaaeee ee UL el tein Prien of Mulia ‘ husband Was mentioned in the course of remarks that might better have been CHAPTER IX. re eget aan iat he gave you lessons for! pas mhovid ve tne Orel tai Neat at tien what te tte tn Heaven's Efacdieagloercauiaerd eae eee esr TVET Sa A it a eG (Continued. disappeared, Itavui | nave promised to explain| on preserving @ secrecy that may v0! “There ia a terrible mystery arnund 2: ie umy juisvand! Weil, I have no : ow most proved a devil o . u n p . Z Peirig it rible mystery ar a cpp Peery saat ceut a aaoe rin (ua deal partarmera, e) Rib the noone no longer recoxnized the tragic face of | everytn ou one of these dayajl fatal to yout # * ard 1 have been [us madame, around you, around Chrtx mend ARG | never peek ke mares hard, They are two bright little girls out of vaudeville, one of Whom dressos : jer words, a at a tie "pale, ho ‘and they sang and danced with the charm of lively, if someway ay Ay 7 fontr because of the worda, mbichs | : ed, youngsters, Then Stella Mayhew Imped out and, although she | al] t £ h F f J t Lae ft nd cauges PICten an TaarLe tite Gist Bann haus, SNK sored’ oOHit Of hen litaia teat arate: } us ort e un o Ss By Max aa jfisit of a plain gold ring om Gnriatine + ng Tune.” In spite of the fact that this ragtime sons coulda't go to both | v4 two Christ ope her feet with perfect freedom—accidents will hap! colored tami. [Biltwened) C0 RANA AAA AAA ARRAS se! | les, you know if you've followed the news of the week—Miss Mayhew “got it. ou } over” in her best happy-go-lucky style. So long as she keeps one foot out of the! arms Ww that ring can only nave been giv / ag Tune Was good to hear, ’ ers, “The Pretty Milliners* big! z ffective and novel results, sMou-beauty, Jeaa Alwyn, time won't die, ‘“LThat evi In one of the more elaborate musical nuu' hatboxes were brought into play with decidedly “Widows,” sung Very well by that near-Maxine- one Who hopes to nake you ils wit Why deceive us furt Why torture ' me still more? That r.ng and that promise bas deen brought out more backs, It was rather startling to discover (ua fe widews, |! gs “That's what I said!” exclaimed the who were completely dressed up the front, bad quite forgotten avout thelr oucng!| CONE | | old lady, re {a “And what did she answer, madame? > nde. : pd March winds. vuld “What Ic} There was still more to see in “The Duel,” when Mile, Dazte and Miss Grace + to exasperation. Washburn, whose blond beauty 19 quite beyond cow ‘ wists and! 0 if, that this croes-examinati prepared to battle to the death, It was sad s B faite thous | 10) a oe Re Bua A ' lasted: Ieee: @neuant? Ao cae nar ahs @ better “stage fai)" is rarely seen The A i : eben Per Honor,” was turned into a living pletu: ed with w dissaa Raoul was afraid to let her otsh her panied by music that had both a speech. He interrupted her da highly art com s thee to me rand y “I beg your pardon for speaking as ( Frank Tours's music fo scenery and dic, mademoiseile, You know the go0a fhe “Ballet of Pierrots and Harlequins” was even n : es Het of r Ser eigen: ne Which way, which way had Christine pientions that make me meddie, just living statuary,” and Signor Bontiglio danced skiitully w é * 88 Which way would she now, in matters which, you no douvt ciher things too numerous to meution, Yvette fiddled an: von aenet Se i MaRS Brgy Acie rid a thought of her as the Kva Tanguay of the Violin, and Dorothy Paaa al ouin’ahe deiurn?, Alans Bad anh ohel allow mo to tell you what 3 have seene few amusing changes on “Trovatore” with her usual v8-al extravagance, iuy{gerisred to hin that everything was and 1 ta Cox, Harry Fisher, Parney Bernard and other comedians were funny at Uaot And was ‘he voice uot re Christine-or what I thought I sa but they chiefly succeeded in delaying the perfor Tt could be shortenca | to tell you the truth, I hev by nearly an hour without any great Ic As it standa it is a big vaudey nks thee to me for ever ang a | been Inclined to doubt the evidence .. show with French 0 Bs AE 8 hast Seve a RO To whom? “Well, what did you eee, sir, or thin ‘The Winter Garden is bound ww catch the town and hold {t to the extent of itp worn out, beaten, e Old Man—Did | see you kissing my daughter last night? | “So your father’s a doctor, eh, my lad?” you saw? capacity, ¢ eat dow the Young One—I don’t know, sir, | was too much occupied to notice, Yes, sir! But when | misbehave he’s 2 tanner.” \ (To Be Continued.)