The evening world. Newspaper, June 9, 1911, Page 19

inn SON lO — pas nearer eens earner neernepiee a em ey . ED A See . - - ~ ee mee , " < \ Tha Evening World Daily Magazine, Friday; June 9, 1911. “Them Was the Happy Days!” &e By Clare Victor Dwiggins Se j Coprriaht, 1911. by The Press Publishing Ce, (The New York World), WHATS Tush Tetecanr COMER A FAUT The Dena ALF: Do You Rememsca!( ann WRAPPED Them uP Ww = “seuT Your RIMOLING & You "Yee, Aut! Trey Were inoeeo! ) L ~ ru q A HANDFUL @ IN6TEAD OF vita $4.cs cHarces lt DOOR, You sNAILFooTeD Tue Time, ack im Tie. DEAR Tissue Pare & Late Ny Ka lal u ~~ HOLY CATS (as sirsea QLVEIAYL == THERE’ LL OLD pals VIHEN we WERE Govs wiene CARAMELS iF 0 SOUT! |\CaTece Them | SAVED Them Tt THEM Was THE my wouLo SAY) 4 °o ANSWER herr Oe “oe = HAPPY, DAYS! ) Tol Ho! Yes! (“Hetto ANAS HT Le 3 ae a8 _ || SiMe Beemer» Do You Remenven You Kinouin® FoR See mat Tee Time, [ RePeat, nen You Meat You'd GWE of A fen CUT Tue SOAP ITO LAT TLE Homeless Author of ‘Home, Sweet Home’ liahing ©o, (The New York World) BUT DEAR-THE E ey OH | JUST KNOW Ooprnatt, 1011, by The Press 1 He Was Born in New York City Patel iRaeY G HEY CENTRAL ee cits . § ae ~ pmake Just 120 Years Ago To-Day ARTES L) (WE'LL GET LEFT Ow DEAR gieye STi tas HOTA | Keon cule, baby: now go to sleep, y (beginoing to wall monete- By Rev. Christian F. Reisner, D. D. | mire urate SE pliant Set | nousiy)—Oh—oh--o'! OMB, Bweet Home” wes written by @ homeless, love-Gssppointed Beaten aie bapa th up and.oring-e aay @: some more if you don’t prt John Howard Payne, the author, was parentioss at seventeen. H ‘Dachelor born in this city at No. 83 Pearl street, 120 years ago to-day. ) At twenty the parents of his affianced had made their daughter Mire. Y. (eweetly)—I'll meke it.e no- Mre. & (her partner) —Geoa make, the hall) . othy, this ts the last time jer will speck to you. If there's nother sound out of you father wil partner! | whip you hard Teject him becaut he was an actor, Ife acquiesced; but like Irving, aii ‘ Doroth t 04) ~h—ob— tus riend, remained true to his love until death. At twenty-two he went to hace eapanana of appeval ue, in| (MF. Y. goen ‘down hall with Fagiand and roved about for years, many times hearing his song played and approval eoreen the eave? TY heavily entous step and elame the sung when he was penniless and hungry. At forty-one he returned to America, Dapkrupt, and was heiped financially by public theatrical ‘benefits’ For years he barely made a living ae a newspaper man and as advocate for the cheated Cherokee Indians. Appointed Consul at Tunis, Spain, in 182, he was eo crushed by removal four Years later that when restored in 1851 he lived but twelve months, dying attended by only two sisters of charity and a Mahometan man servant, and was buried fm obscurity by a Greek priest. ‘Thirty years afterward W. W. Corcoran heard the Marine Band play “Tome, Bweet Home" on the return of rescued Arctic explorers and tarted the movement to bring back the author's body, which was accomplished tm 1883. He was then Buried tn Washington. What could such a man know of “sweet home? He once wrote @ friend who Mrs. &. (soothingis)—It attpped out,my | 19O" Of Dorothy's room, whereupon dear. I Seg your pardon. Dotothy proceeds to ralve her voiee in Give, ©. qeuabenapeohante | ostentatious protest.) Mra. 8, (startied)—Wahet's the mattert | Mr Y. (reseating himself)—Now let'e Mrs. thought I heard, baby, | 8° Where did we leave off? didn't sou, Gianey (Dorothy's sobs become tense, verging Mr. Y, (atl thinking deepiy)—Nos | OD Dysterical.) she'n sound asleep. Mra. Y. (anxiously)—She'll make Dorothy (faindy, from down the-matty | *!f tl), Harry; she always doce when |-Memene, qnanennt she cries Uke the } Mra, Y.-@ee! I knew T heard her,| Mi ¥. (sterniy)—Let her! | (Cailtne in) What is ft, daring? | Gore gurgies, choking and gasps from | Dorothy~Wahat's you doin’, mammat | Porethy.) asked him about the song: irs. Y.—Pla: cards, ol Mrs. 8. (Jumping up in alarm)—Really, “Surely there is something strange in the fact that {t shouM have deen my| || SAY JIMMY THAT ISNT THE | Now go te cere nmcenmaaie Gerling | 1 think this te cruel, Mr, Youngwed, The bot to cause #0 many people in the world to boast of the deughte of home, when! |/ KIND OF GUM | SENT YOU | Mr. &. (patientiy)—Well, when you get | °"!/4 1s going into hysterics. 1 pever had a home of my own, and never expect to have one, now." OUT FOR. Redes! O10 ready to lead, Youngwea, send ee a| , T. 8. (butting in reprovingiy)—If you ‘Tradition says that the poem “Dulce Dumum" (sweet bome), written by a YOU RIN wireless, will cou? don’ and get that child, Youngwed, ___ m@udent shut tn jail as punishment for e prank during @ vacation season, gave | (Mr, Youngwed leads with auch sob |! ¥!' Payne the cue for the song. | emnity.) (Dorothy, wrapped tn pink blankets, ip | ‘His grandfather was a Jew expelled from Russia for political reasons end | Dorothy (@iping up egain)—Pa-pa, | brought into the room and deponited @a > deprived of his vast property after the revolution for tory activities, Another pa-pa a@ couch, In spite of her vocal gymnas { ancestor signed the Declaration of Independence, while another married President Mr, Y.-Yes, snooke, What do yau| tice there's not @ sign of « tear.) , Madison. | rant. Laker sign sail tie aoe: caring “a ‘At ten Payne organized a mfiitary company, aided by the boy who afterward, Mr. Y. (aying down fis hand)—Well, wrote “The O14 Oaken Bucket.” His father studied medicme wmder Same! \ ty ie | papa’ get you a drink right away, baby | Mra. 3. (tenderly)—And hei Aunty ‘Warren of Bunker Hill fame, but gave it up. A friend then etarted an academy Gee “ cae a OR sit b's nice bracelet for Dotty to play 1 Tay Wh he nine children ° r. Y. go0e in 4 rat pelea ay aielae EEHEEAL To care erg tee and returns.) Mr. 8. (not tobe outdone)—And hero’a | This fatied and his father moved back to Boston to teach elocution. John Dorothy (ahrilly)—Memma, Ive very | Unkio Smith's nice gold tick-tick fer | | cola! Dotty to Unten to. was apprenticed in New York at thirteen, and secretly started a paper, The Thes- | - plan. ‘The remarkable ability exhibited attracted Mr. Coleman, the founder and owner of the Evening Post, who, though amazed at his brilliance, recognized his need of deeper training and paid his way in Union College at Schenectady (where) &@ memorial gateway will be dedicated June 14). | Te constantly quarrelied with his benefactor, but kept his popularity with the) students and started another paper. But he left without graduating, on the | death of his mother, He then micceeded in getting his father’s reluctant consent to go on the stage. He atpeared brilliantly in “Norval,” at the Park Theatre, thia city, when eighteen, and at Drury Lane, London, at twenty, Hoe ceased acting at twenty-three, fail- ing to succeed because he trusted innate gifts and refuml to toll He wrote, | translated and adapted eixty plays, One, “Brutus,” was played by Edmund Kean thirty-six consecutive times, At some period (fixed erroneously by one authority ae 182), white dn Paris, blue and penniless, he wrote “Home, Gweet Home,” which was wrouglit into the play “Clerl, the Maid of Offlan," with music written Mrs. Y. (slightly tmpatient)—You ean’t| Mr. Y. (in disgust, gathering cards wp ; \be cola, Dorothy. You've got two blank- from table)—And here's a nige deck of f ‘ets and a quilt on. Now go to sleep or | cards for baby to play with, (Sarcagti- | mamma’! close the door. cally) Now, good people, don't you think Dorothy (very dramatioally)—Pa-pa, | it's up to ua to play ring-around-e- T'ne ahivertn'’, papa! rosey? 1 Mr. ¥. Gwith rising anger)—Papa'l! (Curtain. By Wells Hastings And Brian Hooker by Sir Henry Bishop. (Coprright, 1911, by Bobbe-Merril Company.) | dear, you must see. I love you. That| slient. ie right,” I whispered, about me, and defore my mind the the mutiding, and fitted wp with an as- Ellen Tree sang the song and eeoured a rich husband as e rest, while the uavrers, |!" 8! I know in the world, ai th- “You aes, tt Is no qu “You must find the way, then, deas—| world of Feality and the b atte still to} tonishing combination of convenience publishers wold 100,000 coptes ine few months, But Payne recetved from $100 to ROEDING © falls tn. tore dng 188. AAI LETEOR C8 TR | eet Smart ind aves I have thought so long that 1 was) dght ane heel Ca red es ee oney ay "No, no—you must not,” ahe Grew | terribly distant and even vol wrong to tell you that even now 1 ean’ joor and rose ike & wainscot way O oce Pditlare nasil place fe oer jes tm. After a orga a back, from tee trianteced, “Tou must true to her-and very drouatul-go that | tell what ia rigit, “Only Gol dosen't CHAPTER XXIII. Ne Sie Wail beh a not tell me that. You have ne right— a dangerous for her even to remem-| let some thin e unless He mi ve tu ran a it of whtte, Ananotally up-and-down career in England for eighteen years he returned, to be - and you are spoiling it all.” ber. That ig why @he ehrinks from|them—dut I can't see the way. You! I Stand Between Two | «iazed paper enamelied to represent til- recouped by theatrical ‘‘denefite” in this country in 1832. ‘ork, They @° om “Don't you love me?” I perstated. Wi hat ts why I keep her wedding! must find {t now, for her and va, top.” ; and the cetling was of corrugated He then etarted eolicttation for funds and eubscriptions to start @ select | {!\t! in Rian oi nt | Lady raised her eyes sadly. ring." She touched the chain that hung| What feoling T had of another pres- Worlds. , also enameled white, Two laree Uterary periodical, But on his travels he became interested in tho cause of the | bend to # drini oD. | “Phere can be no auch thing for yujabout her neck, “And that Is why—do| ence I do not know; but half uneaslly |fj DFTER a few empty minutes | in front, and one on ether ! Cherokee Indians and, taking & up, fought for their intereste until he eucceeded | threat aver cin head of Marans fone and me, I have told you why.” | you understand now?" T turned, Between the curtaina of the lf went quietly out of the house, | side, wide open belind wire eafeens, in getting them e new “home in the Weet, He then aif newapaper work around | #2404 Tetorter named Maclean * fin What have you told mer" re I nodded wordlessly, for the world| doorway stood Mrs, Tabor, her hands and at the end of the érive [and uncurtained, tet in a flood of tight m that even nd “I've told y "| care for you-—-tliat I could not let my- self care—that I can only ee you even, | and behind t! when you treat mo ea @ friend, and/the ageless cal! of a woman's heart to emed coming to an end. Then, thank| raised above her head gripped the cur- od, I looked Into the eyes of my love; | tat r despair I read appeal,| reemed rather to hang there than to yes looked through and bi paused to look over the eunitt }and slr which somehow in entering lawn with tte betght flower. |Seeined to exchangn its outdoor fresh- BE Ghd tente hows. ness for the stertlized, careful purty f a laboratory. ‘Washington until, through the tmportunity of Daniel Webster, President Tyler appointed him Cons! at Tunis. (In 1860, while again out of a position, Jenny Lind introduced his “Home, Sweet Home" into one of her concerte before a great “official” audience in Washington, only as a friend.” the one man of her faith. And then [| yond us vacantly, and the pretty My work was Plain enough before Me | ion the front windows @ farce while he was present, which doubtiess hastened his reappointment to Tunis. You told ma once, I remember, that|had taken her in my arma, I held her| Young face was twisted like @ tr now; I caw what I had to do, and the | inns topped table bore a microscope ‘His song brought pilgrims to hie obscure grave, until memorials were erected there was somo one else. I think now! close and the fragrance of her hair was| mask. onty question was my method of m- | on oni ne covered by giass belle, and fellow citizens interested President Arthur, a fellow alumnus of Unton College, that you were mistaken, There netther|{n my nostrfis, and aoft arme had orept) ‘then the curtains dropped before her| proach. The tmpossthility of it some Bunsen burner, ahd & most enamine e"* around my neck, bending my head to how did not interest me, 1 did not wan meet the upturned face, stifling aod, Lady wes out of my @rms| ty chink the situation over, but mere) “Oh, Laurie, you will be iind to me,"| and away ae if { had not been there! t, decide at what point I ehould first 14 at last. "I oan never do it| Her cool voice pleaded for a moment) iii noig upon dt; and I was eager You must help-—oh, dear, I| with the rising wenn Wibent F5s0 begin. As I stood there I saw Dr, Re! is nor can be any one ¢ there {s." dibie, and her eye from me. “I know perhaps what you mean. I bottles and cest-tubbes. and brought his body to rest under @ nvorthy shaft in Oak Fill Cemetery, ils was a porcelain ‘New York, which is reputed to be without many geal home conditions, may ber ‘well proudly point to the fact that she gave America the author of our only viel Panag, folk-lore song, which brings visions end fragrance whenever it is suggested: Ea a ic ic ard a er one day ane wt of whom fills Chat this man alist. mye ne words wi " “Home, home, sweet, eweet home didn’t know at the time—but I think I © needed you fo.” und ied, an iong the wills displayed ro Be it ever ao humble CHAPTER XXII. 4o now. Do you mean that the some| “Tt will be right. You know that it the silence of the great room|!" loose flannels and with a tennis) ' a ail colamean ihare’e 66 sence vive eran” a A one else, the person who stands be- Sr the - —_ racket in his hand, come in the aide : ," stood an tron Bane with Continued.) tween you and me, {s your mother? wate and walk Jerkily toward the garage} i) or green grass matting before ILearn What I Have to Do.| Aad? looked pact me blankly fn the rear. Here was one thing to be| (1, and | ars oon . “My mother?’ «)+ questioned. Gone at least, and 1 might ae well at lubs and @ set chest- wei hts fi ME, vem" anwwered Zaty, in| Fou must we «at i ave-to won! |Can YOU Answer These Questions? Coes amt Lat eemna | cite cn oto eee ae Soa 1) said, ‘You can the same dis! ted tone, | the real truth now Siennarsais’ ly trust me; and 1 am trying for 4, “me ething that means more than e. L | facta in distant history—"Mir- | Tay, Let | aes Bee ere galde.| Th ip {am married Walter when she | not because of your mother that you came back ¢rom etudying abroad, Bheleay these things?” 2 only itved about a year. They hada Ut-| “What do you know of my mother?’ | tle girl, you know, that lived not more| “I know," I answered as gently as 1 | than an hour, I think af ehe had Itved | could, ‘that you all believe she fe tem: Hie epringy step was on the stairs] orations were a large print of Jame Are You a New Yorker? Then What ts Tautored une bauiding after hms and | rranit's ‘Anatomy, fe pein oe ae overtook at the top, shuffling | pristniciy good nudes and a few gaping Do You Know Aboot Your Oton City?} |trom one toot to the other before an irene: medical carieatures oye caken door, while he hunted through | And everything possible about the gem bie pockets for the key. He turned | was covered with glass—tables, @eahk, rly at the eound of my coming. bookcases, the shelves above the sink at are you doting here?” was Mie] end tie ve ndowsilis, If ever @ Just a Glimpse Into The New York Shops | ]} as af ehe were telling dry | 5% Coprright, 1011, by The Prem Publishing On (The Mew York World), ETT IRE is another eet of fwe Mew York questions. y i PRETTY gingham has the Aus-) shaped and frameless. The interior {s| Miriam would have lived too, But it! porarily unbalanced; that Doctor Im- | Perhaps anewer ef af them Perlaps not. Lid ea pps pape room did #0 this one declared the ehar- trian silk finish, It has a tan| divided into compartments very similar | was too much for her to bear, She| manuel Paujus has declered her in- tear aplyroellny tg ay aa bo te wotceration linea Sit, & 2 Have Go sar to yor) acter * invamitant; and looking ground with stripes or plaids in| to the old-time hand purses, and usually three days after her baby died.” | ane.” wut, 00 ‘orker, you Wil be interes are . 2b upon mfortless conventence I | the other night; and if you'll give me | cavght ry color, It 1s. an Imported fabric and sells] includes @ mirror. A beauty in Diadk| | ‘The unshed tear were falling now, | Lady hed gone very white agin. about your heme eity wondering how Anya & little time, I want to tell you Why | mal woman at @ cents a yard motre ts $14.50, In deather they are $8.00, | Suing aulotly tn the anere phyla ree * the oald The quentions wil be eneweres tn Monday's Svening W 1 such oh onteantle be ais Lee Aga Pitter pitt qUinan envelope bags, raided tm neat ot tragedy and pain had ail! gf you feared ¢ 196. What European King once taught achoot in New York? | Smathien, seetage af Sahin 98ch Joes. in as Bal aad linen parasol, stampec 5 lesigns, have the Dutton-closing fiap| and her trouble would betray this troul id 4 ; ne Fs t 8 ng and alert with design, at $1 hese parasols have the| and the cord handles and sell at $1. rally, like sleep, aa a acwat ie 187, What New Yorker gave George Washington the ttle “Father of! made up his "Very well tagtously alive, the tek Gan Jong, mushroom handle and make wy ed duya, now; and surely you ca s Country?" tree for w while, Comet bie after all Others ta white grosgrain linen have a Iver frame, They, too, are elaborately New stamped linen Ungerie Ur Beart thes ft would & 188. How many “gates” has Central Park and what are thetr names? omfortable place, eh?® Be Wy . 7 | of yo fort Fine. Fine. A » Ns ee Lares jy | UPalded and are only $1.50, ve | thing 189, When and where was the New York Historical Society organized? I ording ‘a ay wen rene feare oniat rhe} Chile s mers in plain and plaid and i tke a Sie thi 140. What was New York City's first bank and where situated? tor white silk; Shetland-finieh veils with ay W##h goods ave only @ cents. a ev di! Lt —— H iH j \ ° | we rested for a si er ave neat line border are very sinart for{ Cabochons made up of rows of nare| that either 1 Folowing are t ast Wedneslay's querie sinoke often myself, but T Keep, ‘em Ob / summer weer and sel! at & row ennes lace make a nice'fine | thought—only t against Manhatta wer was Adan velar He opened hand. Best f to take tobacco, if Long dust-prouf yells are idea! foriteh f white plume. @ | Like @ gar on America’s first vein Mats snatit n Attll exists as the Collegt- you don't t Popular idea all rot’? motoring o try wear, ‘They can be] cents pe ply 98 AS Soeaaers wen vous 5 xed $i | ate Gran andsen taught bad Dehaved worwe. At inet all (SF wide enece end staring clenniiness | 1 ils ene 809 ed back, “I've Just 2 Be ice a Te Sania bet BEAL MOR Blininare Gee : 1 wady drew ly NrOnK, because y do no’ | ati ne tae 1 r eT bi }, Reic er-}asked Lady to marry m, bad in COON AnAGOR AE TU RAD | |e Ue ed be of arene Dapen At quietly from me, half smiling as w#he|There !# no taint of insanity tn the) M# Pup | am t laundry dor @ litving, Me failed in thts) covered chair toward me with @ word|quictly as I could,’ Shes + seat ae ne rty-two-inch silk square hatleents make pretty favors, They have] prushed away her tears. we are not afraid of that,| venture; waa puvitel “flogged and banished, ‘The price of @ year's tuition tn of hasty emouse. nly TOneGns aha eaaTe te make up nic as bathing caps can be| gilt or aslivered heels, and as recepta- “IT have been very y" whe wh r was taken out of herself by a | those days wae two beaver mina, “Just been exerctving, you ses, end| And I understand why," ae had at 69 cents. cles for the decorative mottoes that are but tt's not by Inhertt " 124 ‘To be eligible as a Juror In Manhattan or the Bronx « man must possess) I've got to take my shower. Great mis-| His face lighted for a moment. ‘A coflar combining marabout and| offered in the eame paper furnish an at- | good of you to "and she! id, “by the # #t $200 tn real e.tate or pereonal property take sitting down without I'll be with] ‘I told Tabor you'd be at the black and white’ostrich Is a amart pro-| tractive table adornment ea well. fd her hand toward me with a/# te? i h. I know tha’ 1g. ‘Phe iunita of Riverside Park are Seventy-eecond and One Hundred and |7u in half a moment.” of it eventually. As for the other teotion for cool evenings at the summer| Qhildren’s serge coats in emall plaids | Serre #0 intimately grateful that my know almost everything,” ly bi iy | = resorts, A pretty one can be had! that have the sallor coljir, cuffs and cous acti Tamost fereely in my ang t|aid ras except perhapa—except ihe) "ix, The Now York Bar Asmociation was estabityhed in i809. At the last repent tor $8.00, Mning of matching satin Are good a ady, Lady, dearest,” I cried, “can’t death--her marr! lite membership was 2.066, ‘The ngncst handbage are envelope at $2.96 ou eee whet i all means? OR, my We were doth of us fore ong ime 4. The oudway was completed Oat, M, 19% if . —well, it hae to be reckoned Strongest motive we have. The race got to go on.” He frowned “How much do you know?" |Twenty-ninth streets, Riverside avenue and the N.Y, C. R. R. tracks. And he vanished behind « ruther our- fod before