The evening world. Newspaper, September 12, 1911, Page 17

ine New Pk Julian Eltinge Introduces Latest Style of Widow. BY CHARLES DARNTO N. I: like going back to “1402" to see two imperfect ladies displaying thelr uncer- tain charms on the stage; in fact, it's going that old-time vehicle of the impersonator” one better. At the same time, this keen rivalry should @ecasion no alarm, since ft is not likely to 1ead to a duel with hatpina between Bothwell Browne, who shyly brought “Miss Jack” to the Herald Square Theatre on Labor Day, and Julian Eltinge, who introduced “The Fascinating Widow" at the Liberty Theatre lest night Indeed, to use brutal language, Mr. Fitinge is there with the wallop, while Mr. Browne, if one may draw a gent! comparison, appears to be a more tel Ger plant. There ip nothing about Mr. Eltinge to suggest that he ‘drinks cologne or tune n orchids, In fact, he goes to too great pains to carry himself ke @ football player when the real ladies in the play aren't looking. His manly stride is a severe test of the hobble-skirt. He acts like a big college boy who wears a gown in the annual “show” just for the fun of the thing, and it is this spirit that gives his per formance a@ hearty, jovial quality. It must be admitted that Eltinge ts clever. In his own pecullar way he is an artist. He knows how to we: dresses, and he evidently know: maker. On the stage @ quite lived up to the pictur self that adorned the lobby. Tie entrance was like an avenue of flowers— no comic opera queen could have asked for more. Lillian Russell herself have turned gray with envy. Th nothing Uke doing a thing handsome: when beauty's the ticket! Still, the cruel fact remains that the latest style of widow is @ trifle fat. Add to this a chorus-girl smile and a show-sirl manner and you have Eltin in disguise, The wink is @ mere detail “it always with @ role of this sort. The play Itself may be imagined quite as easily. There's always a dor- mitory, you know; also a girl who of- fers to s!.are her room with the hor- rifled masquerader, and “doctored” punch, and things Mke that. Otto "| Hauerbach, whose originality keeps pace with his slow sense of humor, has t } sed all the familiar devices known to 4 machine-made farce in rigging up the | piece. One or two of the lines are | most as broad -+ the “widow's” shoul- X } ders, but really nothing to } worry about until this most reckless of college widows is about to become » bride. “He's Just grand!" exclaimed an en- raptured woman when Eltinge ed @« the unblushing bride; and this seemed to be the impression he made in his Wartous costumes, He sang well and danced cleverly, but it was a slender chorus Birt in green who scored the real hit in “The Rag Time Collego Giri.” Miss Natalle ‘Alt sang “Love Is the ‘Theme of My Dream" very pretttly, and Miss Winona Winter walked off with the beauty prize in spite of the “widow's” opulent charma, ‘The fascination of “The Fascinating Widow” all depends upon the point of wlew. oo ee ore nase: “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” What’s the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. By Clarence LI. Cullen. te No Matter how Hard the Rules*may be, they're as Fair for us as for the We Pay High for the Luxury of Balf- Pity! Never mind Dwelling on the Wasted Years and ‘We can't Expect Things to “Look Up” when we Insist upon Looking Down! too 7 terials a: In Silhouetteville HB oft-heard prediction that the demi-tallored suit will supe the strictly tailor-made this # fon has not been realized The lac garment 1s far too prav''ral for general wear to be For the plain tallorea sult the ma- of @ rough or semi-rough surface and there are large assortments ndaned. Evening Worla Waily Magazine, Fashion Whispers ir of heavy serg: cheviots, fancy mix-, black will continue in tures and mannish fabrics to select from. Dark blue Js still the leading color and favor. t too, yill be popular color, In the mix- == the grays are first choice, with the gray and black @ strong favorite, kK the Wasted Tears Tul you Get Up Again! Ond Silent Per- 4 formance is Worth a Millflon Emotion- al Prot Ce CULLEN Head Up ant Bhoulders Back d the Work its Way Out! If there were rocke In Some Folks’ Btroud: me Ol! Holes would be Burnt After we P. Fiddler a Good Many Tine ltefuse to Accept Terms before the bance Begins! It's] it Bad Medicine, to Buc “Hill after we've Lnjovet a Good Long Slide Down! When we Look Back Now upon some ngs we used to Worry About, er what the Lunacy Commuis- gions were Doing all that Timet Depression 1s Destiny's Little Scheme to make the Way look Dark! Trouble takes a Preternatural Delight in Tantalizing # ‘Trimmer! When we Get Down we Wonder how it Happened, but when we Win we Ac- cept (t as Perfectly Natural! There are Oures for the Dope and Rum Addictions, but the Self-Kidder never Gets it out of his System! First try to Euual him before stooping to Envy him! A Man Is generally Pretty Well Stew: before he's Ready to Admit that he's made a Hash of his Life! Desert Islands were Made to Order for Men who Moan that they're “Abused!” Every Day is Canning Day for that “I Can't” and “M. Stuff! Hard Work {s the Panacea that Makes the Blue Devils beat it! 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Poses | CAN THINK OF , AN THis CLock, G- IN e@ PROPS. | Cart ORING- ALL TH For, instance, DRAW, but Hes GOT wt (Ts “Luesday, Ser ing coler, Brown, Th emper Golf Lies - - - By Dimple Duncan The atrictly sauored euit ts made up| “ without any usu the reversivie cloths are used, in whic. excepting where tires @ foot-band are of the contrast urts usually measure from 2 1-4 Ards at the bottom and are made up either with @ tunic or tunic eftert. By Joe Ryan Slimcus—Are you dancing? Jimcus—No, I'm reducing, M Goth’ % TACAT Kin JosT Like | USto To MAUL YOU AROVHO, Recovrect ,olimm? BACK 'M THe RECALL Tee “Time | Sthaveo YouR HEAD Be_/ Rupeed Poise Wy, OM IT? Ho! Hoe ou CERTAINLY TT We “Ewe .ved HEAD= Hat Wo! (ho? ND NEVER Hap The CHance OF GeTrin + PhS at You S 7s Ela 12, THE PRI How Western Vis By O. (Copyrighted by Doudietar, Page & Oo) ‘AID Mr. Kipling, “The cities are full of pride, challenging each to eac Even so New York was empty. Two hundred thousand of Ite peo- ple were away for the sum- mer. Three million eight hundred thou- ind remained as caretakers and to pay the bills of the absentees, But the two hundred thousand are an expensive jot, The New Yorker sat at @ root garden Glimpses were to be had of waiters, always disappearing, like rtled chamois, Prudent visitors who had or- dered refresnments by ‘phone in the morning were now being served. The New Yorker was aware of certain draw- backs to his comfort, but content beamed softly from his rimless eye Glasses, His family was out of town. ‘Then up into the garden stumvied ¢ man from Topas City, Nevada, The gloom of the solitary sightseer enwrap- bed him. Berett of joy througa lon liness, he stalked with a widower's face through the halls of pleasure. Thirst for human companionship possessed him as he panted in the metropoilt draught, Straight to the New Yorker's table he steered. The New Yorker, disarmed and ma. reckiess by the iawiess atmospnere of 4 roof garden, decided upon utter aba donment of his life's traditions. solved to shatter with one rash. dare- devil, impulsive, uare-brained act the conventions that had hitherto been Woven into his existence. Carrying out this radical and prectpitous® inspiration he nodded slightly to the stranger as he drew nerrer the table The next moment found the man from life's history to his new-found pard. The New Yorker warmed a little, as an apartment house furnace warms when the strawberry season begins, A walter who came within hail in an un- guarded moment was captured and paroled on an errand to the Doctor Whiley experimental station. The ballet was now in the midst of ® musical vagary, and danced upon the stage programmed as Bolivian peas- anatomy as Norwegian fisher maidens, in others as ladies-m-waiting of Marie Antoinette, historically denuded In other portions #o as to represent sea nyinpha, social elub of Central Park West house- maids at a fish fry. large change from the bill. your” "I!" gaia the New Yorker. never further West than Eighth aveoue. I had a brother who died on Ninth, but I met the cortege at Eighth, There was & bunch of violets on the hearse, and the undertaker mentioned the Incident to avoid mistake, I cannot say that I am famillar with the West.” “Topaz City.” said the man who occu- pled four chairs, “is one of the finest towns in the world.” “I presume that you have seen the tights of the metropo Yorker. “Four length of ti our most salient points of inte one can possibly form a general | sion, Our itectural sup! what generaily strikes tora to our clty t forcibly, Of course you have seen our Flatiron Building. It ts con, sidered” — “Saw it’ said the man from Topas City, “But you ought to come out our way, It's mountainous, yeu know, and the ladies 11 wear short skirts for eliunbing and"~—— “Excuse me," sald the New Yorker, ‘but that Isn't exactly the point. New York must be a wonderful revelation to a visttor from the ‘Vest. Now, as to our hotels! —— Bay,” said the mun from Topas City, ‘that reminds me—there were sixteen stage robbers shot last year within wenty miles of'— “I was speaking of hotols,” said the New Yorker. ‘We lead E ein that respect. And as far as our leisure class 8 concerned we are far''~ “Oh, I don't know," man from Topaz City, “there were twelve tramps in our jail when I left home, T guess New York isn't #0"— Beg pardon, you seem to misappre- hend the Idea, Of course you visited the Stock Exchange ar' Wall street, where the"— “Oh, yes," sald the man from Topas City, as he lighted a Pennsylvania stogie, “and I've got to tell you that ANO PLEASURE Nou INTO oF Sove YELLING AT You, LUMMix Ese Nou Bl@ table ingesting solace ¢hrough a straw. bes ants, clothed in some portions of its) oq: and presenting the tout ensemble of a nin the city long?” inquired the > Yorker, getting ready the exact tip against the waiter's coming with " gald the man from Topaz Clty. ‘Four days Never in Topas City, was “IT was interrupted the | "D Never Hap THe DuraPinGe 1911. DE OF TWO CITIES itor Backed Topaz City Against New York. Henry. We've got the finest town marshal west of the Rockies. Bi! Rainer, he in five pickpockets out of the crowd Nose Thompson laid the vormare Rhine wine and ested the New Yorker. n West, as I said; But there be any place out there te |compare with New York Ae to @e taxes from 40 down to Reub buckied on bis forty-five clty—one of its 6 superb police department. There is ip ‘he world that cam r gets around like o ‘hed the our town, worth old BUl Withers end Broadway at night?’ w Yorker, courteously, costumes that wind in of expensively” ver knew but one case in Topas Topas City in the list of the New Yorker's closet friends, He took a| Clty.” sald oan ee, a chalr at the table, he gathered two i others for his feet, he tossed his broad- cash taken from brimmed hat upon @ fourth and told his an @ opportunity to rapid transtt « “If you was in the man from there, “I could show yeu & whole cemetery full of peopir that got killed dentally. Taiking abost mane Gling folks up! Why, when Berry Rosery turned loose that old double-barrell shotgun of his loaded with slugs at eny> y" “Here, waiter!” called the New Yorker. “Two more of the same, It is @@ knowledged by every one thet our city fa the centre of art, and literature, and learning. Take,’ for instance, our after- dinner speakers, Where else in the country would you find h wit and ele- auence from Depew and Ford and’ “If you take the papers,” interrupted the, Westerner, “you must have read of Pe ir. The Websters live two House in Topaz City. ster, she slept forty days and nig! pore aking up The doctors sald “Pass the matches, please,” sala the New Yorker, “Have you observed the expedition with which new buildings are being run up Ni York? Improved it one carpenter crushed by falling timbers in 1903, and he was caught 4 “They abuse our sky line, Yorker, id It ie Nkeiz thet not yet artistic in the coi ton of our buildings. But I can La assert that we lead in pictorial and orative art. In some of our houses can be found masterpieces in the way of Paintings and sculpture. One who has the entree to our best galleries will ray Ml “Back up," exclaimed the man frem Topaz City, “There was a game last month tn our town in which see changed hands on a pair of"—— ‘Ta-romt-tar went the orchestra, The stage curtain, blushing gink,at the name “Asbestos” inacribed upon If, came downewith @ slow midsummer mover ment, The audience trickled leisurely down the ator and stairs, 7 On the sidewalk below the New Yornge and the man trom Topas City shoes hands with alcoholic gravity. The ele vated crashed raucously, surface ears humined and clanged, cabmen swore, newsboys shi clattered ear> piercingly. The New Yorn conceived @ appy thought, with w spired clinch the pre-eminence oth elty. You must admit,” said he, “that tm way of nolse New York is far abead of any other"—— “Back to the everglades!” sald the man from Topaz City. “In 1900 whem Sousa's band and the repeating camfi- ‘date were in our town you couldn’t*—« The rattle of an ¢@: wages drowned the rest of the words, a