The evening world. Newspaper, September 24, 1912, Page 17

Bad t +HERe's UNCLE Hick AN’ He HAS BRousyT Me SUMPIN. () GooDyY! ““Broadway’ Jones” Half-Brother \ To “Wallingford.” ‘EY CHARLES DARNTON, EORGE M. COHAN is nothing {f not obliging. He told ts friends at bis theatre last night that if they didn’t Nke what he was giving them he would take his dancing ehoes out of is trunk and give them something else. | Meny will no doubt be entirely satisfied with “Broadway Jones,” in which’ elther @ foot is shaken nor a song ‘a heard, while others may find disappoint- | tment in the absence of a display of those gifts that have helped to make their @onsessor @ theatrical phenumenon, It is only natural that Mr. Gohan's ambition @hould carry bi beyond ragtime and the He-step, for in putting the “Walling- ford" stories in play form he proved his{ keen senso of farce. The atm of his life is evidently to write @ good farce that 's all his own, and go, undismayed by | “Popularity,” he has tried again to ad-| complish thin diMcult task. It remains for his 1arge and devoted following to) aay whether he has succeeded. He cer-| talmly disarmed criticism by his charac- terlatically frank ement when he was called out last night. At the same time it may perhaps be pointed out that his latest play contains less of Broadway and more of Con-/| necticut than Its title would lead one to expect. There's no denying that Broad. | way offers the country youth great pos- sibilities to make @ fool of himself—and no one knows this better than George M. Cohan himself. But, oddly enpugh, he has not fully realized these possibili- ties, In my humble opinion he has made & mistake by beginning his play @ bit too late in the extravagant career of Mr. Jones. It would have been divert- ing, at least, to see Mr. Jones in the raw—to observe him in the great white ght that Broadway furnishes free of George M. Cohan as Broadway Jones charge. | Mr. Jones was revealed Inst night as a thoroughly sophisticated youth. There was no hayseed on him. He sported an “inverness” and a butler, fis merri- ment was bitterly alcoholic. He had evidently found tife on Broadway a hollow mockery. Unfortunately for us, the fun was over, Mr, Jones had gone the pace and was slowing down, instead of giving us a chance to “get on to his galt,” He went up to bed and caine down to face an accumulation of unpaid bills ond the prospect of marrying an ancient widow whose face was far from being her fortune. She looked as though she had arrived on the Century Limited and alighted on her face. However, Mr. Jones was inclined to regard her as a god- send until he learned that his uncle had died and left him a chewing gum factory in Connecticut. ‘The rest of the play made “ ‘Broad- way’ Jones” seem like a hal! “Get-Rich-Quick Wallingfo: ing gum took the place of carpet tacks, and Jones learned to love the girl who wes running the business, while his Dusinessiike friend, Robert Wallace, met his fate In a thirsty damsel whose pav- sion for ice cream soda was forever taking her to the corner drug store The amusing part of all this was that Jones's business education had been sv sadly neglected that chewing gum wa a chred package to him, but with the ald of Wallace he stood out against the greedy chewing gum ‘rust and so came to be a hero in the eyes off 700 yonesville wage earners to whom chewing gum was as daily bread, By making himself the helpless vic- tim of happy circumstances Mr, Cohan succeeded in giving an amusing per- formance. Moreover, {t was a “straixh performance of such skilleas to estab- lah George M. Cohan as an accom- plished light comedian, Another note- worthy fact is that In this play he has given his father and mother roles that for once enable them to act Hke human beings. Both were very good as homely residents of Jonesville. George Parsons pointed the way to chewing gum and prosperity as Wallace, and Miss Myrtle Tannehil! gave the chewing gum lady @ sweet flavor, “Broadway Jones" would be better in three acta than in four, Mr, Cohan might eastly put one of them sway in the trunk that contains his dancing shoes. Jerry.¢. Cohan as Judge Spotswood. Mrs, Helen F, Cohan as Mrs. Spote- wood, Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers Love or Money? I" a young man loves @ girl and hfs salary will not per- mit him to marry at once, I think he ought to tell her frankly just how matters stand with him, ‘There i» a great deal of talk about the cupliity of the modern young woman and her desire to “mar money.” e girl who cares for her lover, irrespective 8 not yet extinet, Hut I vellev of his incom Only she should not be kept in the dark, There need be no formal announcement of the engagement until mar- ra at jeast in sight, but the girl should have a chance to say whether she desires to walt for her lover's ma- A) guoCess, Furthermore, let lim not make the waiting too long The right sort of girl prefers to share the working. | day, Now he asks me to wait anoth The Engagement Ring. | year for it. Do you think he ts tr “A, Go" writes: "A young man| ing me fairly?" - 4 Yes, if he still shows that he carcs eskod me to murry hin and promised) ro. yoy, You probably don't know ull! s@ An engagement ring for my Dirth-] the financial demands upon him f The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, Septemb So WHEN I FOUND TH! ROLL OF TIRE TAPE, SEZ, [Lt TAWE IT TO KIND OF EXERCISE FOR LITTLE BOYS USE IT ON er 24, S LITTLE WILLIE AN’ SuGbES THAT 41139 POP Go AN BUY HIM A FINE I3IC¥CLE To 1912 INNIN G To THE y @I°THINK ITS ONLY FAIR AND RIGHT FOR. You To DiviDE uP YOuR SALARY WITH ME + | * 2499 ‘|| mitted to leave it. IN the perfect, musical academic French which ie nie, M. Lott said tome: “The sheltered life, the harem wife, ts the idea! life for women. Their place ts tn the home, under the direct love and care and euper- vision of thelr husbands, “My book, ‘Desenchantees’ (‘The Divenchanted’), te @ true atory. It con- trasts the serene peace and contentment of genuine Turkish life with @he un- rest, discontent and unhappiness resulting from the moderniam now agitating Turkey. Better indeed for Turkish women had they never Geard that there were Paquin gowns, changing styles and any other life ¢han the secluded one for women. “For even the revolutionists believe in the sheltered harem ife for women; and the women, beating againat the bare of long-established custom, wound and bruise only themselves, And it ts painful to see women suffer; nor woul. they suffer If they would be content with the shelter, love end supervision pro- vided for them under the anctent Turkimh regime. “I repeat, woman's place ts in the home, and she should not be permitted to leave it. ‘Chere alone will #he find love, peace and contentment,” whton implied that M, Lou did not favor votes for women or approve of thelr higher educa- tion, | "But « nt means stagnation,” J cried in defense of American women. | “You Cannot Appreciate Harem Life.” ¥ dear mademotselle,”" M. Lott satd gently, “you are a Western woman M with 4 Western mind; hence you canno: appreciate harem life.” And | so intently were hia eyes studying me that I wondered what he, the | reactionary. the dreamer, the Orlentali really thought of me, a woman who |has done and dared in savage lands heretofore explored only by men. But 1 could not read M. Lot's thoughts, for his face was as expressioniess as that of 4 Mussulman at sunset who Kazes vacantly toward his beloved Mecca. | However, again and again M. Lott referred to my voyage alone among the savages of the French Congo and repeatedly he demanded incredulously: | “And did you really kill wild beaste-you, @ petite woman who look though yo have never been away from your own sheltered home?" And whe I assured him that I had killed wild beasts he made no comment, his face expressed nothing—ie was the Oriental, pure and simple, “And you will end your days in Turkey?” I asked, in Stamboul, Next to France, I love Turkey beet. You Westerners, ly, understand the Turks, else you would not judge them They are noble, fine men, and my sympathteg are with them in the #h-ltalan war, i “Crossing to your beautiful country on La Savole my keenest interest was dp the dally wireless news from the ecat of war | 66 as | untortuna so hare’ |r do Pierre Loti From a New Viewpoi By Ida Vera Simonton. nt “The Harem life is the ideal life for women.” “Nor would women suffer if they would be content with: the shelter, love and supervision provided for them under the Ancient Turkish regime.” “The aeroplane as a wearen of war is cowardly.” “Women, beating against the bars of long-established cus-|' tom, wound and bruise only themselves.” “Woman's place is in the home, and she should not be per- “The aeroplane @e a weapon of War is a cowardly weapon, and the bravery and honesty of the Turke are far superior to those qualities in the Itallans.” “are you in sympathy with eoctaliem, M. Lott?’ I noxt asked. “No, mademolacile,” ho responded gravely, “tut I do approve of efewing only healthy men and women to reproduce the human race, There te tee much idtocy now in the world because of promiscuous marriage.” But M, Loti is @ paradox. While he approves of modern methods for the vetterment of the human race he keenly regrets the modernism which juxte- rosea tourists and automobiles with the romantic Exypt of Cleopatra, the ‘haraohs, the pyrainids and the temples, In ta book “The Death of Philae” he nourna the slow submersion of that historic, picturesque temple in the muddy vaters of the rising Nfle; both Philae and Karnak will aoon be no more, and Yriental Egypt, the Egypt of charm and romance, will givo way to commerce nd Westernism and the commonplace. Dire tragedy indeed! “Do you not find, M. Loti, your duties as @ naval officer interfere with your writing? "On the contrary, mademotselle; I write best when ploughing gently through tropical seas, under translucent, blue skies. La Belle France is indulgent toward me. She sends me only to t tries I love best, where I become part of them, where I seo life through native eyc%, where I think uative thoughts, where I write of Kfe as though I had never lived any other place in all my iffe," “Immortalizing” Dreams on Paper. GAIN M. Lot! lapsed into dreamy silence, and from hte confession just A uttered I reallaed for the firet time that te Ortental tales are eo Charming vecause they are written from an Orlental viewpoint, But my Hfe ly not all spent in dreaming Ortental dreame and tmmortalizing hem on paper,” went on M. Lot! “As a member of the French Academy and a conferrer of prizes I ain wbligated to read forty or Afty volumes @ year; vence I keep in touch with eontemporary Krench literature.” “What English and American authors do you prefer?’ “IE have read all the English clusstos of course, but I prefer Shakespeare ind Byron. Outside of Lufcadto Hearn I know Uttle of your American iterature; I have never read Mark Twain, I know Tolato!, of course, and I admire, but wm not familiar with the Russian people. Outslde of Kipling I ead no comtemporary Engitwh Mterature, However, between Queen Alexandra and myself @ warm friendship extete." Our tete-a-tete had lasted one hour, and as M. Lott's eyes slowly wandered to the table, where repoved dainty French and Turkish cigarettes euch as a lady might amoke, I thouwht ft time to make my exft. Gractously M. Loti autographed one of his photographe for myself save me another for publication, Be hoped kindly to his play "The Daughter of Heaven, ulm to our hospitable shore, With @ warm clasp of the hand I took leave of M. Pierre Loti, the dreamer, 4 e American public would take to rehearse which has brought _ tee reactionary, the Orientalist, the Frepch Immortal Ooygeight, 1908, by the Frank A. Munery Oo, 18 OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, ad three CHAPTER Xill. The Late Mr. Finney’s Effects, ALF way along the principal = atreet Castleforg there might have been found at that time @ smell and, as regards ite sise, an unpre- tentious but eminently respectable- looking establishment which bore ever ite plate-giass window @ sign bearing the mame And occupation ef TERESA DRISCOLL, Milliner amd Dresemaker. Certain exterfor signe showed the proprictress haa notions ef own, The door and windowe of the shop were painted @ fich green odtot, Presumably as @ delicate compliment to the tenant's nationality. ‘There wae « handsome brass knocker on th and smart Mberty Binds and curtains on the ot Mise Dris- coll, moreover, showed distinct lnclina- tione to taste in the fact that the window, instead of being crowded out with hata, bonnets and similar matters, contained but two confections ta the shape of toques, whioh wore @ truly Parisian air and communicated @ chic appearance to their surroundings, A similar air of chaste euperiority general run of provincial milli- ments was noticeable Papered and in oxo lent taste, was no disfiguring counter and no cane-bottom chairs, but in their stead soft carpet covered the floor, and the long mirrore on the walls might have come out of a well- appointed salon. It was plain to whosoever entered Mies Driecoll's establishment for the proprietress was one of those persons who not only have ideas of their own, but know how to carry thoue ideas out. On the afternoon of the day whoreon Mr. Finney had tho ill-luek te fall into the tank of molten glase—an accident which immediately removed him from this poor world in such # complete fashion that there was not the leas! the buttons on hie her shop tufning over @ new hat which had just been brought down to h from the workroom o' two or three young women labored under the direction of Mise Driscoll's forewoman. Mise Driscoll, aeen in the act of eriticising the work just delivered for her approbation, revealed herself as woman of forty years of age, and of the wort that are in thelr own par- ticular way quite as attractive to men as a girl of twenty, 8 eminently Irish in appear possessed of the wonderful lushed eyes, graceful gure, ke complexion which dis: h so many of her country- women, and that she had known fow caren in her life, and was gifted with htheartedness of her race, was from the fact that there was n suspicton of bo the glossy coll of bi fully arranged around head. her shapely Tt was nald by everybody that knew her that Mise Driscoll was an uncommonly fine woman, and every- body wondered ‘how it waa that she had never married. At the time Misy Driscoll had been settled in Castleford in her tasteful little shop and in the rooms overhead for the space of six years, and every- body knew how it was that she had settled there, For several years before she had opened the shop Miss Driscoll had been in service lady's matd to the old Countess of Pryde, at Hawkes- ford was well shrewdly Park, close by the town, and it any rate known, aus or at that feathered her tty w her period of servitude, and remembered Lady Pryd maid had opened the milli- which wes sow on ineti- The Diamonds By J. S. Fletcher Driscoll at an early ‘a barkation & tall, well-built, very well preserved 9} i tution of the town, deal in. embellist it. All the ladies of the nad given their patronage riod of i 4 § . ii 4] on the sea her fellow-tradeatolx heads and say thet what she was after ting by a pretty penny. As @ matter of fact, an one of those women aim and object in life. an Irishman who erty on the banks ef the tween Limerick and Cast pecullar beauty" inthe ar beauty in scenery—had contrived votion to the wine of a E E it E ii iL 3 : i i Hilt i rf . | i 233 fige I i e Hg il £ i the F Hl ie i aH i [ i i i t E i atts s z Lf { iy f is ! i il i ° g £2 pl oH i ili e Senet fF E “ bell att carll f A ils Hitt it ji i 2 i! Hye inet ae i ¢ |, generour framed tered, in whom Miss Driscoll Mr, Baxendale, a well know: “Good afternoon, ma’ Baxendale, with a very low bow, “Good afternoon, air,” answered Mites Driscoll, wondering if Mi had come to order a new bonne bis wife, “T have called upon you, Mies Date coll,” aald Mr. Baxendale, as he dewly removed bis gloves, ‘on @ buainans mejier of Great importance ¢e i 5 said Mr. Baxendati an announcement to make w! wure you wilt hall with satisfaction, iflcation and Interest, even some acquaintance with ni, Mr. Stafford Pinney? cal ate?" exclaimed the milliner, “Whee? Is the man dead, then?”* thought everyhedy the gossip of the ro? Just why I haven't then,” replied Miss Driscoll, gossip, I won't have It in my workroom, and none of the girle to Introduce it—this js a working Uannent. But what ts the news, if its about Finney?” “My dear mi bees Lol signs of distress, and all. loath comps t ene Our late friend”—— “He was no friend of mine that @ w of," exclaimed Miss Driseett, We do not always ienow eur " observed Mr. tentiously, “Our late fr! be = tinued, no more, He met @ rible, but I belteve, from expert mony, a very awift, and