The evening world. Newspaper, March 4, 1912, Page 15

World Dsily Mégarine, Mond “The Trath Wagon’ Fails to Carry Conbiction. a . EY CHARLES DARNTON. REDULOUS folk who believe what they eee at Daly's Theatre enust eogret Cc Dtivbably reproach themeelves bitterly for having chosen other walks in lige chat are narrow and dull and commonplace. If eo, we must leave them in the Gepths of deapair, < “The Truth Wagon" wks only the high places. The programme pute all the characters “on the wagon,” though by no means the water wagon, as is shown when three of them come rolling into the first act with almost more than they am carry. The only one capable of balancing his toad te young John Ross, whose father hes thoughtfully provided his country house with a very wide oor, This accomplished young man ts merely flushed with drink, but Bruce Forbes, of “The Truth," who comes down from town to ask him what he Js - Going to do with his $260,000 legacy, te pale with it—pale and tottering. The ‘author of the play, Hayden Talbot, ts evidently too young to know that in these flaye'a reporter goes about his work soberly. This unreliable representative of “The Truth,” however, has nothing to fear, for Helen Dean, bf “The Star,” ts with him, and she will eee that his paper gete the “wtory.”* Ross is surprised to learn from Helen that “there 4s no sex in a newspaper office.” She, in turn, is both amazed and disgusted to leam that he doesn't know what he 1s going to do with his brand-new fortune. She maked it a per- sonal matter, apparently considering it her epecial privilege to regulete the affairs of the universe, Her censorious attitude toward the helpless young man is exceedingly droll, But ehe treats him more kindty after she has told him the “story of her hard Mfe and he announces hte sudden intention of buying her » father's paper. To nee this @tided youth jump into an automobile without even stopping to. change hia evening clothes and dash off on hie career as a newspaper owner te to tillow “The Truth Wagon" with ever-increasing wonder. The fact that his father is a candidate for governor can't stop him from telling the truth In > known as “The! “The Truth.” He ts but he has promised his father to tell the truth for nine months, and he seizes the golden opportunity for the trifling sum of 90,000. Tt ts emi- nently fitting, of course, that he should begin his first day's work In evening clothes. This is done every day in Park Brooklyn and are going to the theatre in the evening. The new editor follows another well- known Park Row custom by keeping In his private room a woman's dress, hat nd vell in which ho diseutees himeelf when he goes into the nolitical enemy camp on a still hunt for “evidence. But as William Dean, the old editor, reminds him, this form of Journalistic enterprise entails considerable risk. In thia cage, indeed, the intemperate re- porter, who has gone over to “The Ber’ in’ a ft of jealousy caused by Helen's tender regard for her brilliant chief, sneaks up to the baleony and takes a photograph of the ‘woman’ that leaves his office at a scandalous hour fn the morning. The hour ts fixed gman by a clock over the door tn the pleture, ies 0 a0.4mn Hom ae Thet oohotaersnh brings tears to Helen's eyes. Moreover, it threatens to bring political disaster, for Ross \s run- ning her dear, deserving ‘1d father for governor agednst his own dad. If that picture appears in “The Star—good-night! Luckily, however, the valiant editor may count vpon his trusty office boy Sammy, who, like every newspaper oMce boy, Is very bright and wears a natty undform with tw owe of brags buttons down the front. As soon as Sammy gets a flash at the photograph, carelessly left behind by the love-crazed reporter, he ekips over to the ‘Star’ office and steals the beeutifully illustrates etory o@ the hook. Then Francte @ullivan, the Irish political boss, who makes it part of his business to control newspapers, orders it ‘killed when he is confimted with a page proof of “The Truth” containing hls unenviable record. From the fat Sammy has given the new editor the benefit of his advice and expertence, Just ee well-trained office boys always do. Yet in spite of the truthful picture of newapaper life given by the play, “The ‘Teuth Wagon" doesn’t carry dmviction. This peculfar result may be due to the "youth of the author whose enthusiasm ts, perhaps, greater than his skill. The ‘acting, in fact, 4s much better than the play. Max Figman has a very gay tim: of tt as Ross, and succeeds in sending this eney good nature acrogs the footitgints. Udwin Arden shows that the old editor has no iMlustons left, and Georgie Mack ‘sets an example as Gammy that no office boy could follow without losing his job. But this unusually able youngster 1s amusing. Miss Lucille Watson ap- peare in gray hair and a role that gives her sharp cleverness little opportunity. ‘Ae Helen, modestly descrtbed by her father as “the best reporter In New York,” Miss Murtel Starr {s appallingly efficient. Frank Sheridan acts cautiously as Sullivan, evidently realising that @ political boas can't be too oaretui in « nows- paper office, ‘The Lady of Dreams’ KCEPT for the beautiful stage set- tings there {s little to admire tn "The Lady of Dreams,” Louis N Parker's translation of Rostand’s “La Princesse Lotntaine,” at the Hudson Pheatre. As a play tt has scarcely more Nite than the dying Prince who, with | faithful knight Bertram, sets sail to di cover the far-famed Princess, while as poetry it certainly has nothing (o gain from ether Mr, Parker or Mme, Simone. It may be ..fd' with equal certainty that Mme. Simone has nothing to gain from ‘The Lady gf Dreams,” for tt offers her a role to which she.'s un- stited physically and temperamentally. Tm a word, there t# not the slightest sgestion of poetry in her performance, If only to keep peace {n the company, {t should be sald that the matd of honor, as played by Miss Margaret Wycherly, quite outehines the Princess. Jullan L'€strange {s excellent in the role of but A, HE, Anson, as the Prien te very, very sad, the fun they are missing by not working tn a fewepaper office. ‘They | Row, especially by editors who live in|, aap ay. Mare As They Looked a Quarter Century Ago Old-Time Photographs of Stage Celebrities 111.—Love’s Plea. T proved to ve, | messenger boy, end after I had closed the door be- hind him 1 turned to find Cupid ‘pits ting up in the easy chatr as !f he had deen there all the time. “Where did you com” 1° asked blandly, “On, T didn't go away,” and hie merely rendered my- f Invisible for a time, It 4s @ little way I have. Now,” he cried briskty, sitting up straight and looking at me sternly, “this !s what you are to do f ne: Bach year you earth people are leading harder and more strenuous lives. You have #) many interests and go little time that I am crowded out altogether. What with the higher education for women, caree for women, suffrage for women and dae for everybody, nm body has any time for me, but tantes and college boys; and they a half ashamed of me. People, of course, still fall in love and still marry, but you have only to Lok at the Issues of your dally papers to see how qulekly they re Coprright, 1912, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World), Minna K. Gale—Maud Hobson. == HE photograyh of Miss Gale was taken twenty-one years 50, and shows her es Be- | a@trice of Padua in “Quido Ferran which wae pre- duced at the Broadway Theatre, Jan. 2%, 1991, and the title role of which was the last new part assumed by Lawrence Barrett. Mise Gale was Lawrence Bar rett's last leading woman, and also Ei. win Booth's, The final performance Barrett ever gave wes during thie Broadway Theatre engagement, and was in Bulwer-Lytton’s “Richelieu,” the character Qeiig Adrian de Mauprat, wrth Booth a8 Richelieu and Minna Mortimer. It occurred He collapsed during the play, the la Lawrence Hadfey finishing .te perform- ance for him; and two di later Bag- April 4, 181—when ‘he was Hamlet, with Mise Gelo ag Opholia, The next year, having married Archtbaid C, Haynes, a wealthy life ineurance axent, Mise Galo “garred” for a @oason in H. “Romeo and Jult classics; and then withdrew into re- twrement. In 1%9, following the memor- able shakeup in Insurance circles, Mra, Gale-Haynes returned to the footlights in “The White Sister.” Maud Hobson made her American de- but in 184, coming from Daly's Theatre, London, to Daly's in New York, as Lady Virginia Forest in “A Gaiety Girl,” ‘The accompanying photograph, how- ever, shows Mise ‘Hobson in a dress she wore in “In Town," another musical comedy, in which she made her second visit to Amertoa, Sept. 6, 187%, A few years later, @¢ a leading member of ‘Weedon Grosemith's company, #he came rett-wee no more, Aithough Booth ttved until June 7, 189%, his last appearance on the stage Was little later than thet of his friend,! manager and co-star— get over, both. ' jow, I want you to tring me in the Mmelight. I want you to bring me prominently before the public. As the papers-have tt,t--want you to feature me largely. Clear these false impres- siona.of me, Make the people sce that T sim“somathing more than a prank- playing, mischief-loving deity. Show the women hdw empty their higher eduea- tion, thelr careers, their bridge and thelr suffrage ‘movement leave their lives. Show them how I can fill the gaps these interests leave. For.L Love, make ra- Giant the soul'e dark places; I warm the cold eprnens of the heart; I revive dead hopes and old ambition: He. stood erect, his eyes inepired, his curls electrio..with golden light. TAttle aa he was, there was that in his face, “the Ught that never was by land or soa," that made me ace him, not ag the ried darling of @ pretty woman, nor he cunning toy of @ lovesick | oy, but u loader of men, @ ruler of the world, “Tell them they_may have thelr higher education, thelr careers, thelr bridge and their suffrage movement, if they will let me-LOVE—lead the way along the chosen path, There are a whole lot of you people, writer: people, artist folk, who not only thine you can get along without’ me, but who rtujidly believe you can't get on WITH 1 you oo Schooldays # NOW FATTY, Wier Ring Te Bet, PIP / Wit DROP Te BRICK ON que BULB & HONK The HORN — THAT SCARE. The. CAT AND HE’LL UPSET The sBo. , SPILL Te BasneT OF BRICKS ON The Dow, Te Dost une START AFTER THE CAT \ ye WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO \ BaLLoon Tied TD THe CATS TAIL 15 TODAYS LESSon Im BANKING » Follow Find “‘Patches’’ and th: Stringl again, playing a part euggestively named Gypsy Vandetler; but has not been seen on thle side since her fourth viett, in September, 1908. ———___—__—_ all tolling up your eteep hills, with your big pack of amtétions strapped on your backs, each. step making. you more Weary and indiffere:t or more hard and cold, whereas if Tove held you by the hand and walked by your wide; if Love's volge Whispered encouragement and Love's faith made new old inepirations, the pack would not be so heavy nor the way 80 long. Vor L Love, lash Ambition with the wh{p of eager hope and aput ‘on jaded effort to ripe fruition. I, Love, make duty pleasure and pleasure happl- ness. In the clash between the sexes I, Love, will ehow the way. I will soften harsh amger’e tongue, and of farring Mscords make awvet harmony, "L Love, nepire Talent and hold Ge- niug to his task. Without me toe artist May not see the soul in Beauty’ mile, ‘8 nor the poet give in golden measures | lov: heart-throb. Yet what does the artinf do when I Pecr Anto his bare old studio? ‘Re off with you!’ he cries before I #0 much as get my head inside the door. ‘Run away, you ky, eod-for-ngthing little begKar. I have no dime for YOU to do! “And when I open the door.of the wretched Iittle room where Talent works when I beg her to come for a Jaunt with me—just a run in the k and back~ what doce SHE do? Yes— 1 Tank Stn Te Ter shoud Be TAUGHT iH ALL Taar The. FASTER Ore SPIN omesseF Tre Fewer FAaiie one, wit eT —— Thy The Lasw OF Meret Tue \DRVIN@ ONE ONWARD TE ~ socess— (7 \ 5 cnet \\eovenvons Thave WORK | By Barbara Blair “"T can't pomlbly let you tn now,’ she cries, sternly. ‘I really wave no time for suc frivolous person. I am muah too Lay. I have something important to do, Thave @ measage for the wort’ “And so T run away ae they tell me to, and they, poor atupld folk, walk Stolidly and ‘with reat application and Perseverance’ along narrow ruts, and never know the helwhts they might win with ME to lead the way, Now, will you help me show theae stupid folk of talent all I could do for them? And will you tell the poor rich folie all they mien without me?" ni" Tamtled, “when 1 don't KNOW? “I have told you,” he laughed, “you will be my secretary, and give MY mon. tage to the world. (To He Continued.) _—— MEDICAL GENIUS. An old doctor, seeing a young one who was ging along the street with half a dozen ahabby-looking men and woinen, called hun «ride and asked: “Who are all those people, and where are you going with them?" | "E will"telt you tn confidence, the reply, “that I've hired them come aft sit in my reception room. expect @ rich patient this morning, an tmpression on 2 Library. lund 1 want to ma ‘ Jude ‘KEitae) & By Dwig \ / We celine OF THe Schoo. BOARD To CONSIDER RAISING THE TEACHER" SALARY \ vin MOM Cot " ORDER ! AdIERSTY 1s Wine OF FORT | h 4, 1912 (Copgright, 1911, SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, PA tae Sarteret indian, ota Neotel front rans wid CHAPTER Xi. The Best Horse. HERA was @ mibdtio change in Ralston, which Dora was nick to fee!, He was 4defe: tlat, as always, and as eager to please; but he no longer eought her company, and ehe missed the quick exchange of eympa- thetle glances at the table, It seemed to her, aiao, that te grimness tn his face was accentuate! of late, She found herself crying one night, and calléd it homesickness, yet the small {tems of news contained in the latest letter from the apectacied youth had irritated her, and ehe hed eoalised that she no longer regarded church nd oyater suppers She wondered Ralston, if at all; or was it that ke how she had offended thought her bold, a brazen creature, bee cause she had let him keep her ha so long upon the memorable aocasion of the grasshopper hunt? She blushed in the darkness at the thought, and the tears slipped down her cheeks again as she decided that this must be 80, since there could be no other explanation. Before she finally slept, she had fully made up her mind that would show him by added reserve and dignity of manner that she was not the forward hoyden he undoubtedly belleved her. And as @ result of this midnight de- cision, the Schoolmarm's “Good morn- ing, Mr. Ralston,” chitled that person Ike a draught from cold storage. Suste notieed the absence of their for- mer cordialty toward enoh other; and tho obvious Jack of warmth filled Smith with keen satisfaction. ton of ite cause: it we it was 40. An their more force conversation dally became trangement more marked, Ralston’s wretchedness in- ed in proportion. Ie brooded mt:- erably over the scene he had witnessed Intereat 1 Dera, man of Hm! he had de! childitke belief n people and things, tn tie Instance be deeply regretted it, Nalaton understood perfectly the part which Smith dosired to play in her eves, He had heard through Dora the stories Smith had told her of whl adventurss in which he figured to advantage, of reckless deeds which he hinted would be imponsible since falling under her influenes. He posed ns a brand snatched from the burnin, and conveyed the im- Preasion that salvation was a duty unworldly, the task of elevating Smith with such combined pationce and ordor wi griovan the ston had most of which R moments he told himself that she muat have a liking fo! far stronger than ind to have permigted the llverty which he had witnessed, one which, coming from frnith, seemed little short of sacrilece His unhappiness wag not lessened by the instances he recalled w married beneath the taken mense of duty, p mendable emotions Upon one thing and thit was never though she did not snow !t, ene m have thought hin a bumpkin, an oof, an underbred cur, He groaned as he ransacked his vocabulary for fat words If on Putt depres was to ” ed to a onever abine for fun we brown the stable & was n the cinch on his long-lesged gray ad taken from tne Kalle! The “WIL one of you please get my horse for me? broke logue last night and, te over there in the pastore.”” Fgy venty, both Ralaton onal imlo their saddiea, By way of anawer, Gmith spurs cruelly into the blooded gray, Ratston leoseneé the reins on his brown mare, and it was a run from the jump. Each realized that the inevitable dlags had come, that no pretense of frienéil- ness would longer be possible them, that from new on they wer avowed enemies. As for was glad that the criais glad S¢ anything which him for ever eo short a own bitter thought; glad which he could meet ta the ture whero the runaway crawled through the loose wire The brown mare had Ralston’s signal Mke the lo; Nttle brute she was, The Dehind them, and .the rat-a-tat- the horses’ ‘hoofs on the beg his appearance, Yet R-teton tet easiness, for the mare had stll links of speed to let out—“and some,” aa he phrased it, ‘The pace and neck, like a team, and the cach rider was eet in limes of mination, bad Ralaton quickly saw that im the fe stretch he would be unable to get ficlently in the lead to open @he gate So he pulled tie X In wafety. | 80 he pulled ooo little, wondering Sm! would sane. But he did not, Instead, spurred vicious! amazement, he w Lifting the gray over and on without @ break! Tt was a chance, but Smith had {t! He never had tried the herse, tt was from the Bnetleh he knew they were jump. His mocking to Ralston while he ings of the gate and buried ti | Ralston measured them and hie heart sank. hopeless. ‘The only thing in his jwas that tt & tong run, gray might not have the wiwé er" endurance. The little mare‘ stood her nose out, her soft eyes shining, he Ifted the reins, he pat! and cried, breathing her. cae “Molly, old girl, 1f you win, ite sate and a rent all your life!” | He could have sworn the mare shared his humiliation, ‘The saddie-leathers creahed [him to out with she ate up the distance \aelf and the gray in @ way that jeven Ralston gasp. And still ehe —and gained, 3 | Her muscles seemed ike steel opr! and the unfaltertng courage in Bw brave heart made Ralston choke with ide and tenderness and gratitude, th knew, too, that she was gaining, 4 uot turn his head to nose Was at hie hot his heart to turn an. She crept wi th and Ralston ng, pounding gray ‘The work was too re was too much thage ava-rock and sagpe it he 1 both $m sta Smith ag he each stride & “dead” wi with white lin’ the Dest hares th. 4s he dropped fegm fo Lie intinge conde a pecuitar emphagts i i vhich made the oMner Have a prejudi LDL 1 answered quia! nt that a feller wejudices out in w depends a little upon the fie he turned Molly's head* to. oh 1 said noth: 5 mare, ‘oss the bills with all the thre showing im + (be Be Conttauem ward t Ba oft Ma