The evening world. Newspaper, October 22, 1912, Page 21

s af s Bef $ =*é ity. 2 Re Res SVERS FPS G RE </ Worat of the lot, This isn't morally speaking—far from st! The least anyone e8eress + Fee ine, Tuesday. October He “S’Matter ITZEN: VY Does THe CHicren Cross per Roary |! SHourny VORRY VY Do HE LISSEN- LAFF TI OFF 415 WHAT 1 TO HEAR MY PoP The Evening World Daily Magaz , Pop?” i ° me ° eam )e Be Roe TO GET ONDER ODDER SIDE IF YA WANT ut He FALLS, CHAIR DO Tet YA Livzen-VY Does DER Jew PI e “Follies of 1912” the Dullest of the Series. Copyright, 1012, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York World), oes ag cl BY CHARLES DARNTON. HALE it may be true that age cannot wither nor tobacco smoke stale the variety shows given by the perennial Ziegfeld under the general head of “Follies,” it is equally true that the present “series of 1912" 4s bound to euffer by comparison with other enterprises of @ similar nature it have marked the passing of the years. \ The ugly truth, the bald fact, or whatever you choose to call it, is that the it “Follies committed in the name of the Moulin Rouge at the New York jeatre last night must go down into Broadway's highly-colored history as the can do with a sense of humor is to try to make {t fit the occ this 1s not only hard, but dmpossible. After @ rather lively beginning Zlegfeld's “Follies of 1912" slowly but surely became the dullest of the series. Except for Bert Williams there was Uttle to laugh at, and even that dark-hued comedian didn’t get along very well until he found a better vehicle for his humor than | an ancient cab with one of those f. millar knock-kneed horses that have been travelling the road of pantomime for covntless years, ( Ziewieid’s greatest difficulty had evi-| dently been to find a new sin, The old! one of bare-legged chorus women was again paraded in all Its indecency. There is no need to mince words in dealing with this evil of the stage. It has long since found its way from the Ziegfeld, shows to other exhibitions. At the Win-| ter Garden {t runs the length of the footlights. Even so-called musical come-' dies have gone as far as they dared to go in this direction. Where ts it going to stop; or when is someone going to stop it? ‘That's the question that the Proper authority should answer with decisive action. Even Paris, from which New York took {ts cue a year or two ago, has grown sick of its indecency, and from all accounts that come across sion. Sometimes the water has corrected the error of its ways, It would be a very simple matter to put tights, at least, on the legs of women who display the New York stage. Last night a girl with bare legs ap- Peared in a street scene. Here there was no excuse for such exposure. thet matter it is not easy to find one for the tore brazen scene at Atlantic City, since at that resort last summer the law put stockings on maidens who made their way to,the beach, Oddly enough, it seems that on the stage in New York “anything goe: But only Bert Wiliams really went for anything last night. In talking to . brought out in his first song the difficulty of playing a “bleed-hound” Jnole Tom" show, and then called attention to the high cost of living @ ditty dedicated to the landlady wh» brought tears to h's voice, It was enough for him to say, “You're on the right road, sister, but you're goin’ the wrong way.” Even politics saddened him. To him a possible postmastership simply meant that in the end he would be accused of opening postal cards. | One of these days this born comedian ™may open his mall and find a better part than the one given him by Harry %, Bmith. The “words by H. B. Smith," espe- clally when they dealt with the political situation, couldn't have been sadder if the doctor had forbidden Mr. Smith to make campaign speeches. The elephant, the donkey and the bull moose were Gutifully trotted out, but they didn’t have a humorous leg to stand on. The music by Raymond Hubbell went in one ear and out the other. Miss Lillian Lorraine warbled outside a vine-clad cottage—what could have been more ap- propriate?—and wore a suffragist cos- tume that jen’t at all likely to help “the cause.” Miss Ida Adams also gave her voice an airing. Ater talking like @ ¢inematograph, she sang like agphono- graph. Bernard Granville sang upon the slightest provocation. When you stopped to wonder what Was coming next tt was —Bernard Granville, At first he carried themselves upon Bert Williams. ers, you ole: cigars and yodled in the alsle, Other p performers made themselves part of the audience in that intimate way that Lillian Lonatnar and brings Broadway close to art. Harry Watson jr. tried to Ket out of an upper box and go to Miner's, Afterward, |and eighty strong on our when he engaged with Leon Kiroi in “comedy” that suggested @ cheap burs |us a playful tap on the shins with his! ve show, We realized that he was in the wrong piace. nicke ed hy He's the stage man- | here Was no indication that Jullan Mitchell had staged the plece under |eger. | the luepirat{on of new Ideas, A clreus tent at the end wes the only approach | Als ved, he opens the doc] to n velty, This seene had at least the charm of nimble, dainty circus riders |of his cold storage Billingswate and you | who carticd off the beauty honors of the performance. They were a rellef to lean count on SOME frigzled atmosphere tied eyes, The “beauties” who revealed themselves in a “palace? were funny |thereabouts! All of which makes mo without knowing It, ‘They all looked as though they had come straight from a|think our own Theodore would be in parlor that kept a strange record of ladies who had made themselves | great demand In the profession, ov hysterical. Joan of Arc, for one, was a suppressed scream. Greek | Wilson's got a stern face, ain't ne? stegvary was not forgotten In a Venus with a wiggle, The “bunch was| Don't | he's got a high jink In! row?n View py a girl Harlequin in an open-work unton suit, As you his disposition, does he? But then you} yi the “Follies” became largely a matter of view, {never can tell, | —~ se a aaa ——-- Why, in the good old days, when I |was playin’ with the Los Angeles lemons T ain't goin’ to let him git away from here without paying for then, high as eggs is o lor. Popular Magazine, (Pee — Under Surveillance. ARRY CLOPTWORTHY, who is an expert o military aff ered the dining ry ugly burrs. other nuts, | singin’ LMOST every kiddie loves chestnuts, she gathered a whole tot, pricked her fingers dreadfully, And last night in Slumberland she learned the reason. Long, long years ago the chestnuts did not have burrs, but simply grew like all The little boys who loved them often threw ston tree and the chestnuts would {all down, nuts were not at all ripe, and, besides making the little boys very sick, the trees became very sick too and ofttimes died Mother Nature did not know what to do about this, but finally she But it was hard work, for the burrs I know Be: ie does. Yesterday She wondered why they had those 8 up into the Now, very many times the cheat- Aig thought of the burrs. You see, the burrs were made with a very soft, warm, velvety lining, 80 as to keep the nuts nice and warm and make them ripen fast. And they had lots of stickers outside to prick the fingers of the naughty children who tried to open them before they were ripe. But Mother Nature was not at all selfish. Bhe was willing that the children should eat the nuts, providing the nuts were ripe. So she made the burrs to open by themselves when the nuts were ripe. And in this way by her wisdom she kept the children from getting sick and saved the trees from dying. At least that is what the dream —wNo, 3— Trixie Tightoe’ Copyright, 1912, by ‘The Press Publishii L got the shadow of a "| HAVE: think w Their Election Estimates in’ to get in. | And It won't make any differ- ence to me anyhow, i ts used to all brands of blulf- | food—but sweet-tempered, my! edge ¢ Ie w k sometimes, on purpose, he'll come down a hundre ny in Buffalo, we had a & Us girla | | You know I've been thinkin’ that Mr. | Roosevelt'd make a fine stage manager, He's got the right‘line of talk and the |other dinner ring or a gold bag or constitution to back ft up. never seen a rehearsal of course you don't know what I mean, in a dit I'll tell you that at re- hearsal a guy in shirtsleeves, a shredded butt and a hat that Jays on tie, Printed; and every time a lady dropped his backbone, goes around | her handkerchtef or anythin’, he'd hand tted sentences at us simps,/ her one of them cards. If you ain't Just to let accidental or toes, or give | to every performance and sit in the lower left hand stage box. He never |disarranged his face once, no matt |what kind of a crack the comedian got about ten-forty-flve and I was | of th ove morning and JJust removing my Grecian draper curried with him a mycnous appetite, Haring His Bluff Called. |W rdrobe woman kno: t taten one breakfast, whi of cus, he . my doch and Ganded In @ ard with & crdared another ‘rakfast, which consisted even | €6@XO 30U edvertised for your lost purse, Dee! Written Invite to feed at the siveilest cas. After bis repast he went to lending thas the person who found It Wes} notel in town at elevencthiry that 1 he Writing room to get off some lette recog om Frozen Face, And Bent an hour eter the weward of the ctub| I van fram Presta fopd the colored waiter loafing about the en| “How did the blutt work?" o P: : “Didn't work at all, Next this ad, appeared] Well, ay, stranger, If that guy Ner trance of the writing room and asked him what he meant by belug absent from his post, "1 & good excuse,” exclaimed the waiter ‘exhibiting the check for the egg breakfast, ‘Mr. {questa the loser to ce at his hous Ciesworthy done eat two dolla’ worth of eggs, Trapecript, in the same paper: ‘The recognized geptlman| had anything on our little Sunda who ploked up the puree on Boylston ewes re scholar you couldn't ‘a’ ‘Boston He kmew how to put a ore kinds of merry Hades! noticed {tt bomo andes By Alma Woodward ci (The New York World). ft, he looks ke a good old soul, don't b All fat people 1s good na- tured. We had an angel to one of our) shows once, fat ke an ad. for infants Why, the prima donna used to call him an onion right to his face and the next night he'd come around with an- somethin’ just to show there was 20 hard feelin’. And he was awful polite, too. And his bein’ fat interfered with his polite. ness, terrible, 80 he had little canis They had on em “I got heart disease!" I THINK that's what they had on m—anyway tt was somethin’ that ex- cused him from stoopin' down, ¥eu know that's what I call thoughtful tn a man! Oh, yes, I favor the fat ones! man told Besste last night. ELEANOR SCHORER. k Memories of Players J —NO. 6— DENMAN THOMPSO. ‘Of Other Days By Robert Grau Copyright, 1912, by The Preve Publishing Co, (The New York World). IT was at No. 5% Broadway, in the old Metropolitan Theatre, that 1 first saw Benraan Thompson in the character of Uncle Joshua, The “varieties” of that day (1871) were by no means as refined as the modern vaudeville of to-day. And the sketch used as @ frame for Thompson's quaint portrayal of the Yankee farmer was racy and suggeativ In 1874 Thompson was induced to ex- pand the sketch into @ three-act play atill called “Joshua Whitcomb.” And, in this form, etar and play were the at- traction at the old New York Theatre for nearly two months to beggarly pat- ronage. Even Denman Thompson could not entice the public into this unlucky playhouse, but on tour the respon: from playgoers was far more encourag- ing. It happened that while Thompson was playing !n Chicago some one called the Betty V Advicet A Sacred Promise. “BP, B." writes: “T promised never tol touch intoxicating liquor, and @ young lady gave me up because 1 wouldn't drink father's health, Afterward she, went out with a man who got In Oxivated, and she tole to ask me to take her home. 1 sent my car, but would not go myself, Should [ not refuse to see lier, as 1 will not break my promise Recent oceurrences may keep her from ‘ u to drink, Why don't you her promnt altitude on ALE 1 have gone out nt ditte times aud now the one whom I have fount! 1 care for refuses to notice me be |ber i you may call om bes, incent’s o Lovers cause I accepted the other's attenti What shall I do? nd away the young man you don't care for and maybe the other will return, ftes: "1 was very much ha girl, d to her rt of the elt 1 see he 1 ha’ my nelghbort nf no to call, W It ts proper for you to w itation and ask jattention of J. M. HiIl Ned) to the great possibilities of Thompson's hyman portrayal. Hill was « typical Yankee himaelf, and when he saw the play he said to me “There's @ fortune in this, It ts the most human document that the stage has ever revealed. But a manager mus sit down and wait for the publie to die cover its quality. ‘This I am prepared to do,” Hill signed @ long-time contract with Thompson, and from the outset he paid more attention to the effect of the char- acter of Uncle Josh on the audienoee than he did to the box office receipts, Every night Hil would station himself in the foyer of the theatre and listen to the expressions of the audience ae it | passed out, He also observed that where the play remained two nights the eecond audience was matertally larger than the first. Hill now was @o eure of his ground |that he deliberately lensed the theatre, still standing on Fourteenth street and Sixth avenue, for four months, Business began very badly, ‘The erit- tclams of the preas were all eulogintio, it Hi would not start an advertising xn until he saw signs af lexitt- mate public interest, This came during the fourth week, The balcony and gale y began to fill up with people no one had ever sean in theatres before. ‘This was what Hill hed been praying It proved his theory correct, hen this Yankee showman, at whom other managers looked askance, began (who recently his real campaign, On the fifth Bun- a ery newspaper In New York and ! yn had @ full. page advertise- nent, something that never before had eon heard of ‘Phe entire space on the ge was blank with the exception of bout one Inch In the centre. Here tn sinall type the following appear DENMAN THOMPSON, AS JUSTIEA WHIDCOMIE “TS AT THE FOURTEENTH STREET THEATHE, nt st day, for more than thirty | Years, Thompson scarcely faced an emp- ly sea, Hi) knew bis gublie, POP LAFF WHEN THAT FeLLAn miShena oA Civil War Rom Lire A Fates Ast You,ss TH: FFUNNY= 15 17? ndoahi ce of Sheridan’s Ride By Henry Tyrrell (Towunted on Bronson Howard's Great Play.) Sone, SYNOPAIA OF PRECEDING CHAPTR: Kerchival Weet (a young colonel in the U army during the civil war) loves Gertrute Pill i Souther git) and. wind te hatred hornton, a Confederate spy. Gertrude’s brother Bob (West's ohuin) ia in the Confederate army and is in fore with West's sist Geos Tiarert Hos former quae by a form . of Hedloe, enlists in the Unitel States civil war iy at its helght, und the Shenand ah effort to hold the valley againat 8, Sheridan is ordered to. clear Hah of Confederates and uo Waste Gertrude ant. Hob Homauet, their estat ptinw! there and headquarters at 7 faludng with the desolate Hedlow” in Maverill accosta them, CHAPTER XVI. Kervhival when i (Continued) Strange Fortunes of War. ARDON me," — murmured 66 Gen, Havertll, finally turn+ ing away from the youth “Now, Col. West, apeakin, of young officers, we have an adventui work for some one of thom’ stopped to hear the res! mission, @o much @o that I ehall not or- der any individual to undertake it, A volunteer to lead the venture is what we want. \r—General—may I have th cried Lieut. Bedloe. ‘I thought you had passed on, air,” turned the General, looking keenly at him again. “If it 1s @ acouting expedition, air,” the young man went on, with trrost ible eagernem: beg to may that I have made myself thoroughly ac- quainted with the region hereabout— in fact, T was hoping to qualify as a scout. ‘Please don’t refuse me, air. Gen, Haverill could not help show- Ing that he was pleased. “That 19 the right kind of talk,” he declared, turning to the other office “Our young friend shall Hsten while I tell you what Is required. We want the key to the enemy's cipher and sig- nal code, They have a signal station on Three Top Mountain yonder, and another somewhere down the creek the mountain-to} them. What we inside bold dash arly's lines and a sudden at- tack upon the station, with seizure of the papers and despatches. If there 1s ticable way of approach from de of the mountain the thing might be risked with the right sort of a leade “I know of @ path, General, and I be- Heve I could accomplish the undertak- urged Frank. “Very well. Major McCandless, of aff here, will take you to "roune headquarters. He will furnish scout, men and horses—and Confed ni- forms if needed. Now, Lieutenan’ here Gen, Havertil took out his notebook —give me a few particulare about your- self, Have you parents living?’ “I have the particulars regarding Lieut. Hedloe and his parents, Gen- oral,” said Heartsease, hastening to poor Frank's rescue. “Very well—I will ask you for then 1f necessary. Goodby, my lad,” he added, turning to Frank and graspt his hand. ‘Do the best you can—no man can do more. Keep @ brave heart and come back to us.” The young man bowed, saluted and started away. Hearteease met him at the end of the verande and they ex- changed @ whispered word. Then Hearta- ease roturned, saying! ‘Col, Weat—aw—1t'e deucedly embar- ransing, you know—but I ghall have to aak leave of absence and go with him," “Good boy, Heartsease! Well, ask the Colonel; he can hardly refuse you." “That right—but I've got to ask Miss iuokthorn, too, and the thought of that #o atirs my emotions that—— ‘Well, au revoir, Colonel!" CHAPTER XVII. Signals From Three Top Mountain, fj Je day began very early at ] Belle Bosquet, that golden October season, in that rest- leas year of ware alarms, Tt waa scarcely an hour after sunrise when Col, Ellingham and Made- Une West, returning from their favorite walk to the neighboring hilltop, met Jenny Buckthorn, who had already been down to the camp to meet het father. “It's all up with us, Mudeline!” she aatd. “You know, papa only gave us our passea—at least, yours—hecause we thought the fighting in this part of the valley was through with. Now tt looks as if {t were just beginning. Any- way, the General eays this {s no place for women, and he has ordered us to Winchester.” “But, surely, time will be allowed us to say goodby?’ inquired Madeline, anxiously, “I can't help feeling wor- ried at Gertrude not having returned last night, though Rob—that 1s, Col, ham—saye she has stopped at th of the neighbors down at “she may be home for breakfast.” added Bob, reassuringly. “L nope al "rejoined Jenny, “not only on our account, but becausy @ certain officer here is just as good as hors du combat as a result of hi absence. She knew Col. West coming, and it seems very funny for her not to be here to elve him, if only a® a gort of ‘dearest foe,’ you might say. Gertle is no cold, cruel, marble-hearted th you know,” When they reached the house they found Kerchival West already there, pacing the veranda, wt you any word from Mt mt? he asked, as soon as they came in sight. “Not yet, Kerchival,” replied Bob, ut my sister is as well able to take care of herself in these parts ar you and I are, and she’s sure to g! @ good account of herself before mu longer. Depend upon it Kerch:val, old chap, she never left this house wit! any {dea of being absent when you arrived. id “Col. West,” spoke up Jenny Duck- thorn, “I understood my father to that Gert. Haverill was coming up fron: him to have a talk with you.” "Do you know if they have furthe: confers for me that will take me aw: from here to-day? asked Kerchival “Not that I heart of, Colonel. Ru‘ they seem to be awfully worrled abou: those signals from Three. Top Moun tain a about that expedition Jus: sent to try and get the key. I have had to lot Heartease go out on the jo». too, It seems Gen. Sheridan wan to run over to Washington, and we ar afraid there’s mischief brewing {f lie does."* At this moment Gen. Haverti! nh approached. ¥ ed Col. Ellingh about the latter's » Gertrude, a then immediately entered into suc! serious conversation with Col. that the other young people di. withdrew, reetly “We have reason to expect a move- if pos- sible, Capt, Lockwood of our own Big- nal Corps will report to you here with officers and men. In the mean time Col. i sTret veite, the Qenerat took trom Is wallet @ newspaper clipping and @ letter envelope, which latter he hastily returned to his pocket. It bore the ad- dress of Col. West in Mrs. Havertil’s handwriting—being, in fact, the one which had inclosed the missive from Washington received the day before, and shown to Frank, who In his eager- had dropped the envelope on the table in the veranda, where the General had chanced upon it, and re- @erved it without comment. Now he continued: ‘Perhaps you can help me in explaining @ personal matter about which I am curious, Here is a para- graph copied in the Richmond )iepatch from @ South Carolina paper whitch in- tereste us both." He handed the clipping to Kérchival, who read: “Capt. Edward Thornton of \- federate Secret Service has poeta ened to duty in the Shenandoah Val- Jey, Our gallant captain still bears upon his face the mark of his meeting, in 1881, with Lieut. (now Colonel) Kerchivat ‘West, who te also ¢o serve in the Valley mith Sheridan's army. Another meoting of these two men would be one of the strange coincidences of the war, as they were at one time, if indeed they are not 4 present, interested in the eame beau- tiftul women. The eosndal connected with the name of the lovely wife of a Northern officer. at the opening of the ‘war was of course overshadowed by the ettack on Fort @umter, but many Charlestontans will remember it. Tho indy in defense of whose good name Capt. Thornton fought the duel ts the wife of Gen. Haverill, who will be Col. ‘West's immediate commander." General!" exclaimed Kerchival, red- Gening and rising to his feet, “this is an abominable outrage. But I think we both know its source, and it ts fortunate indeed that I have the opportunity to nat! it, now thet the matter is raked up fm euch @ sourrtious way, The articie etates the truth in one. particular, how- eover—I did etrike Mr, Thornton after a personal quarrel.” “An@ what provoked the blow? Eyi- dently there 1s something in this «fair that has been conovaled from me, yet which I have @ right to know. I need hardly say that I refuse to accept th: statement of this scandalous para; At the same time I fee! justified ing you to tell me the whole story frankly, a8 man to man.’ “You @re right, General, I shall be more than gtad to tell you all--as soon as we can be by ourselves for half an hour without interruption,” ‘The latter proviso was occasioned by the abrupt appearance of Sergt. Har- ket, the body servant of Gen, Buc! thorn ever since the Mexican war, and whom Miss Jenny sometimes re- ferred to as her “dry nurse.” At the Present moment Barket was in full activity of military service, “Col. Wost!" he sputtered, “Adju- tant Rolling wishes to report—a pris- oner—just captured.” “Bor the present, Colonel,” said Gen, Haverill, rising, “we both have our Guties, We will meet to-night, after taps, the camp is at rest.” Continued.)