The evening world. Newspaper, September 15, 1911, Page 19

ahe Evening World Waiiy Magazine, rriaay, Fables of Ophelia; or, Wunst Upon a Tim Cs epaaenaae Powe ry es ow Coprright, 1911, by The Presse Publishing Ce. (The New York World), SHE Woks WORSER Than CHAYSANTHE MUM, DONT tHe Axo THATé wit T Looks , rurrieLe! | wow! 2 ¢ Tiere was A Bap LITTLE GIRL lee | WHaT WOULD NT ComB HER HAIR= Ie Golf Uy aw AND (T GROWED AND GROHED BHD GROWEO AHO GROWED Anp GROoWE0— AND SRE WOULONT LeT Hen MoTRER coT IT ,ElTHen — ies of Dimple Duncan * + —By— F. Long “Fassers- By” Human and Delightful; Ernest Lawford Splendid. BY CHARLES DARNTON. owe’ mister? Work's for workmen!" ‘Wha: would you make of a man who sald that? C. Haddon Chambers has made him the most interesting character in “Passers-| By,” whick came to the Criterion Theatre like ~ last night, while| Ernest Lawford has so completely reallzed the author's conception that this really incidental character !s practically the whole play. To see “Passers-By" fg to remember Samuel Burns and to delight in a piece of acting that should! Carry Mr, Lawford's tame from the beginning of the box office line to the end f the bread line, Many who would never dream of casting a slance or a word, much less a Gime, at the derelicts who hug the shadows of Fourth avenue, took uncommon <@olight taet night in the company of this stray dog from the London Embank- | ment. And well they might, for here was no common derelict, no ordinary tramp. | ‘He was in @ class by himself, superior to obligation, unconscious of duty, an| Utter stranger to work. Life had left him out of its busy scheme, Futility was Bis fleld—and he stood his ground like @ soldier of misfortune, He asked no) Questions; he left that to others. | 4 Probabilities seemed & bry strained when a moro or less gilded youth, Peter | Bf = Waverton, returned to his rooms in Piccadilly to find his man Pine entertaining @ cabman, and after bringing hospital: to an abrupt close sent his valet out to fetch an unusually sorry-looking by and to call back “Nighty,” the cabman, But nothing mattered after the arrival of the strange Samuel, with bis stranger philosophy. From that moment Mr. Lawford had the play in bis hands, | and by his singulariy eensitive portrayal of the vague, queer crea. ture who accepted his | * lot without question Geshe brought “Passers- D, By” safely through the gathering fog. Deep down in his author's = sou! Mr. Chambers may feel, as othera are bound to do, that his hero and } heroine, with their threadbare love-melo- drama, are of small importance compared with the tramp and the valet and thelr bitter strugsian The play, except for its fret two acts, ts rather conventional melodrama, dealing 7 as it does with a governess and her ebiid who turn up efter six cars. The Jong arm of coinct- ence is given an aw- ful wrench when the woman who com 4 in | out of the fog prov to be Peter's long-lost love, Margaret. We'v: heard of people beir7 Jost in @ London fo; but Mr Chambers ts the first to reverse the process and have Peter Waverton find ERNEST LAWFORD AND MAST!R DAVIS IN “PASSERS-BY who ts tearfully mee By Joe Ryan} re were ™ “ny Silhouetteville the actor who proved hims mate | P artist to sive the character 4 bi quavering, empty volce and the furtive manner of a starved, dumb creature, There was nothing more to say, when surprised at Peter's query as to work, said: “Work, mister? Work's men!" But what he did, he did thoroughly. He ate his host's chicken | thoug he were there for that purpose, and this accomplished he stared in ailence, then picked up his hat and started to go. ‘A moro detached character has never been written into a play. fe ono of Margaret those dire, old-fashioned heroines caused all her troubles. But, thanks both to Mr. Chambers and to Mr grateful to the man that has a a cons Joy. It remained, of course, for ask’ his ulways | © had other mame was an impertinence: 1, *'Ere, 1 to him } He was so unused to anything like conversation t when Peter spoke to him, | would inquire, "Me, mister?” He had th 1 of a child—“arrested de- ~elopment,’ as the 8 orly explained. t he had the beard of a m: and when It was removed, after an accident had caused him to return to Peter's rooms at 5 in the morning, for all tho world Hko a sick dog, he became shrilt with indignation, He had ted that he “could do with a cup of coffee,” and Fhe was equally certain afterwaru that he cou © done without @ shave and fF obath, The one touch needed to completo the charac en when Samuel won the friendship of Margaret’s boy wit . stung by tho valet's remark that he was not the sort to "go" once had found comfortadie! quarters, ran off with the willing youngster to "m it-hunting.” | The last act, with the tearful mother anxious! \iting tho return of her ehild, was rather harrow ut th sioom was lightened by the refres! . performance of Miss Rosalie Tolle ie, generous girl who was re. YY to give up Peter *o Margaret, tutter, who looked tn very goo health even when the fos was at its thi made Margaret uninteresting, and Richard Uennett lacked finish as Peter, though he played his frat scene with the child very well indeed, The trouble with Mr, tis that he doesn't nt into an Englist backs Royce car f second honors as tho valet, giving a perf rve and thwarted de igna The part of . who mado the tramp a thing to be We > fessed that A. G. Andrews was moro than satisfac q thing worth going to the theatre for ) in “A Messare trom Mars" remembered, but !t must be con- ~he Y ory as the cabman. Miss! Ivy Hertzog save distinction to the role of L y, and Master Davis, or don't know whica—was a very good little boy a There goes * great acto Why, that man is a mute; he couldn't say a word. He doesn’t have to—ne plays the leading roles for a blograph concern, The play scored the first real success of tho season, Here at last ts some. | nsely human, delightfully | y" get away, Hasn't the Count the cutest little heed? | Yes; It just matches hie brain, and revliy interesting. Don't let | “Since you got married you are latey ‘The first time Billaon atayed out with “Any fish in this brook?” “You think that wor 9 an excep. “Bo you won your divorce sult?” asks in| “Ilenry, the landlord says he's going every morning," complained the boss | U8 he took his shoes off when he got to “Government stocked it with trowt tionally kinuly and generous disposi : the friend, | to raise the rent “Well,” explained the breathless clerk. | the corner, Instead of waiting, as most Once.” replied the old-timer. » | Hone" i happlly answers the wom-| “I'll never pay It." “I have to button up the ashes and tl he had reached the door, But they won't come near « hook, Unquestionably,” replied Miss Cay- got an al “They do seem 8: jolute eparation, with or than othe fish, I think he wants to get enne “She can read an id of us." trey] shake down @ shi t Waist and carry out a I reckon maybe they had to pass a of soclety news clear through without @limony, and the court awarded me the, ‘Does he? Then, of course, I'll pay | she furnace every morning,” —Louleville ‘es; and the woret of it wee that 4 ' e . » D ‘ service examination ‘fore the G +|emiling cynically and saying ‘humph'i"* suatody of the dog, t0o,"—Life i'Cleveland Plain Desk 6 wher Jouree, Ne wee not bie corner, Buffalo | maeas would notice ‘ou. sielbaubaietl 7 ab aste ny enring "Humpn' September OLD Cow D N COME ALONG fenal THOUGHT SHe Was A HAYSTACK AND ET HeRUP! THE LADY (Ocprrighted wy Doubleday, Page & Co) N EW YORK CITY, they sald, was deserted; and that a oo counted, doubtless, for the sounds carrying 90 far tn the tranquil by | breeze was sosth-by-southw hour was midnl, .t; the theme was 4 | of feminine gonsip by visaloss mythol- |ogy ‘Three hundred and sixty-five feet above the ! ated asphalt the tiptoeing symbolic deity on Manhattan pointed her vacillating arrow straight, for the tims, in the direction of ber exalted slater on Liberty Island. The lights of tho great Garden were Jout; the benches in the Square were filled with sleepers in postures so strange that beside them the writhing figures in Dore's illustrations of ihe Inferno would have straightened into tailors’ dummies, The statue of Diana on the tower of the Garden—ite constancy shown by ite Weathercock ways, ita innocence by the coating of gold that it has acquired, ite devotion to style by its single, graceful flying acart, ite candor and artlessness by Ite habit of ever drawing the long bow, its metropolitanism by ite posture of awift flight to catch a Harlem train— remained pulsed with ite arrow pointed across (he upper bay. iad toat arrow leped truly and horizontally it would ave passed fifty feet above the head of the pero.e matron whose duty it bs to ofier @ cast-ironical welcome to the op- | pressed of other lands, weaward this iady gazed and the fur- sows between steamsalp Unes began to cu’ ateeraue rates, The translators, too, | have put am extra burden upon her. Liberty Lighting the World” (as her | creator christened her) would ve hi | no more responsible duty, except for the size of It, than that of an electrician or @ Blandard Ot! : agnate. But to “enlighten” the werld (ae our jearned civic guardians “Englished” it) of having @ sinecure 4» must be converted sutauqua sehoolmatron, with the oceans for ner field tansead of the placid, classic lake, With a fireess torch and an empty head must she dis- pel the shadows of the world and teach tite A BC's, “Ah, thece, Mrs, Liberty!” clear, rollicking soprano voice the still, midnight air. “Is that yo not turni called a through nd Whirly-whirly as some, And ‘tls #0 hoarse 1 am I can hardly talk on count of the peanut hulls fa me tiroat by the last of tourists from Martetta, Ob: afier being a fMne evening, mi if you don't mind my asking, the bell like tones of the golden statua, “I'd like to know where you got that City Hall brogue, I didn’t know thac Liberty was necessarily Irish.” e'd studied the history of art in ign complications ye'd not need replied the “It ye wasn’t so lghteh ye'd know that I was made by a Dago and presented to the American jo on behalf of the French Go t for the purpose of {grants into the ing 0 with statues the s tls not thelr makers nor the for which they were created fluence the operatlons of thelr ween le- actor and @ Ave-cent © made up your right glad yo’ t s said A h The Bohemian crowd there vne tired of ‘gare Song’ since the head waiter, n for calling him ckly on the dys away. nt on @ roof is stenog- he went to er biting on a dime tp to was good half woke him up, r ound and sees bis little pot- hooks perpetrator. Misa Diana? Excuse my | I'm not as Mighty | ays he, ‘will you take @ let- tmorency T | HIGHER UP. A Wireless Chat Between Miss Diana of the Tower and Mrs. Liberty BY O. HENRY. | “Sure, in a minute’ gaye you'll make it an X.* do: “That was the best thing ha: on the root,” Bo you ove how Gull fe te La, la, tal” “'Ts fine ye h clety, Mise Diana. show and the horse show and the mili- tary tournaments where the privates look grand ae generals and the gener- als wy to look grand as floorwalkers. And ye hay sympathetio antiphony of the chase goddess, “It must be awfulle lonesome down there with so much water around you. I don't sea how you but they're coming my Exouse my back @ ment—I caught @ puff of wind from north—shouldn't wonder if things [loosened up t Esopus There now! it's in the West—I should think that calmed the air What were you o chat I've had with ye, Mise *% ma'am, but I gee one of them | European steamors a-sallin’ up the Nar- jrows, and T must be attendin’ to m juties. "Tis me job to extend aloft torch of Liberty to welco1 {that survive the kicks that th [stewards give ‘em whi |'tis @ great country ye |$850, and the doctor waitin’ to send ye back home free tf he aces yer eyes red from cryin’ for It." The golden stat ed in the chang- ny points oa ureate arrow, long, Aunt Liberty," called Diana of the night, when the wind’ again you havea's hoa flerce kick coming about I've kept a pretty good wateh n the island of Manhattan since I've eon Up here, That's @ pretty sick- z buneh of liberty chasers they p down at your end of it; but they don't all stay that way. Every little while up here I see guys signing checks and voting the right ticket and en- ouraging the arts and taking @ bath every morning that w by a dock laborer bor 0k “Woman's Work Is’—— A YEAR book published tn Noreh- felt, Vt, has the following rhyme on the cover: “Men work from morn till set of sun.” task she's Anish thing's found ab come ng & beginning all year round. Whether it be To draw the tea, Or Or Or Or bake the bread, make the bed, ply the broom, dust the room, Or floor to scrub, Or Or Or Or Or fruit (0 can, Or seeds to sow, Or plants to grow, Or Or Or Or or Or linens bleach, lessons teach, butter churn, Jackets tura, polish glass, plate or brags, Or clothes to mend, Or children tend, OF notes tndite, Or stories write— But I emust stop, for really tf ¥ Neme all ora take me @ dag