The evening world. Newspaper, March 29, 1913, Page 8

ro —ee ‘ ET oe ————— THE EVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, MARCH 29, 1913." Apter THis On re A wer @ To REHEARSAL & The PALACE AT FOUR Rew 6%, Gc Praces Wine and Whiskey Every- where, but Not a Drop te Drink—Girle and Cabarete on Every Block in the Great White Way, but There'll Be Not a Thing Doing, for Who Cares to Dance All Night if He Can’t Wet Hie Whistle? ‘These are the instructions sent ‘by ese veer 10 Petiee Commicnionse i April tt i ry et He [; i i i He ri Fools’ Day the down tight. And first of April. Qdayor, ull cabaret mus- iY = « i a3 g j H it 1 o'clock “Big Jim” Tarver, 8 Feet 2 Inches Tall; Tey LEFT Swanteys Gancy FOR DANWCe-ass- You im the morn-| went floating erow ENTeR ing. The ice must no later tinkle in the peopel Mice D I Ma Walled jonger a uM Oh! what @ difference in the morning. What te going on in the cafes night and morning this week will 6e another story after Tuesday night. But the cafe men have got together and are go- ing to defy Mayor Gaynor's order. But Will the people be content to watch a cabaret show without the privilege of buying @ drink? Will the desire to dance all night be as strong without as with bubble water? Here afe some of the things happen- ing now of nights and mornings along the Great White Way, and some things which 4i4 happen on Thursday night, when @ swing around the cabaret shows was taken by an Bvening World re porter. At Ghanley’s there wasn't a great deal going on in the morning. One mprised a lively chorus girl stage ‘mommer” who wanted to “chuck” the thing and@ go home, But the chorus girl sald nay, and mommer had to content hergelf with a yawn, While the bright spot in Lisette’s lite for that night bought mere wine. And the music went on and they danced More wine, more music, more turkey trotting. At Bustanovy’s in Thirty-ninth street they have a supper club. Now, now are the police going to get in there without em invitation? That's it Bustanoby would 0 te know, he ahould werry. He'll know next week. Well, it was @ lively night in Bue- tanoby’s, It's lively every. night. Whet with the cabaret, the wine and the whiskey, the turkey tret and the gucsts of the supper club mingling with the dancers on the floor, there is some show. “Shush!” sald an old gentleman to the African leader of the melodic nolse. “Here's a five dollar bil, Tommy, Play this waltg slow, yes.” And Tommy did. And ‘the, old boy the maze with Wee Wee, 18 Inches Short. Princess| i 1D AV'FOR THE TO PLAY A “Stow WALTZ" @ eweet little girl in blue. The ungerie @ Bustanoby'e és eomething very swell. At Reisenweber's things were hum- ming et midnight and after miinight. ‘There a learned brunette from the Jungies dispenses sound from @ dosen different instrumenta, with a big bass as the motif. He can make noise like an automobile, or a horse coming Gown the street. He can choo-choo Ii..3 a wocomotive and crow Mke a chickey. He ean produce a steamer's whistle and Mkewise make you hear the ewish of the water. And he keeps his music in shythm with the swaying bodies of the dancers, never getting out of time, He's & regular cublet performer. Aad how they Wanced! The turkey trot, the tango and the Texas Tommy and the cubist glide—any old thing, every ald thing. And there were fresh and pretty girls there, too. The girls all had escorts and for them curfew should never ring. One very pretty girl was especially attractive and she ragged and tangoed and trotted as if her very soul depended on the next dance. She danced most of the time with a young chap wr MITCHEL Leer With whom ahe had evidently danced e@ Great deal, for they gave a performance that went better than the real cabaret Derformers, “Oh! I love it!” exclaimed the gtrt. “What time is it? Nearly 1 o'olock. Oh, what'll I tell mother to-night? I can't tell her I've been to a dance im this Gress. I can't say I've been to the theatre. And I don't dare to tell ner that I came here again, I must—" And then the merry rag etruck up. Aad there ahe was, flying away in the arms of her partner, forgetful entirely of mother and what ehe might expect when ahe got home. And tt was eo with others who were there. And upstairs they have @ more exclusive set than Gownetaire. Just like Bustanoby's sup- per club, maybe—hard to get in. Awful hard. And wouldn't Mayor Gaynor receive an awful ehock if he had happened in at Relsenweber's about that time! For there was his old ¢riend and trusted col- league, Mr. John Purroy Mitchel, jut turkey-trotting around there like schoolboy, or a young girl, fresh a | JOHN PURROY PROMPTLY - A TAM. AT RRISENWEBERS THE LITTUG GIRL IN BLUE POPLIN WHO DIDNT WANT TO GO NOME The Biggest Man and the Littlest Woman in the World pea. Diggest man in the world and I the Ittlest woman in the world were shown the sights of the big- Gest city in the world by a reporter of The Kvening World. James G. Tarver (Call me Jim), the giant cowboy of Bar- hum @ Balley’s Circus, and the Prin- coas Wee Wee were guests of The Eve- ning World in a taxicab tour of the jetreete and equares and lanes of Gotham. ‘Dhey called on th ia on Sheriff Harburger. They threaded thelr way through Well street and tazied through Broad. They almost started @ panic on the curd. Big Jim ls twenty-five years old, is eight feet two imches in height and weighs 3% pounds, His physique perfect, He from Dallas, Tex., and has been a cowboy all his 1 The Princess Wee ‘Wee is twenty-one years old, in 18 inches high and weighs 9 pounds. She Was born in Richmond, Va., and is a decided brunette. “Biome tall,” commented the Princess, she gased at the Woolworth Bulld- "Wee Woe,” eaid Big Jim, “if you ‘were to fall from the top of that bulld- tug you'd starve to death before you reached the «round.” \ “I'm not going to take a chance, Jim," turned the Princess. ‘I'm not going up there." Notice the familiarity among the potentates of the circus. They draw no nes. Caste ls unknown. At the Mayor's office His Honor was tm, but was due for an early morning session, and sent out his regrets at be- ing unadle to receive the notables in person, He commissioned Secretary Adamson and Lieutenant of Police Billy; Kennel] to extend the courtesies and hospitality of the office. By th Pair were on their way to the riage LAcense Bureau under convoy of City Clerk P. J. Boully the corridors of the City Hall were thronged and word went out that the most remarkable wedding ever known was about to take place, They went in for a glass of water. City Hall Park was jammed when the big and little persons emerged to enter thelr taxi, It had looked ike rain when the start was made from the cir- cus, and considerable time was apent in trying to get a taxical with a taipdoor fe the roof, so that Jim might stick his Qs and ke comfortable, @& com: promise was effected by throwing back the hood of the taxi, All eyes wore on the pair as they rode along, but both notables wore uncon- eclous of the scrutiny, They were used to it. “Haven't you got any Uttle buildings here at ali?” queried the giant. “See, Wee Wee, there's another of those toothpicks,” pointing to the Trinity tower, “It makes me dizzy to look up,” re turned the Princess, Into Wall street the taxi swung ant the guests halted a moment to look at Trinity Church and the oki graveyard, “There’ cemetery,” piped Wee Wee, “How far does Wall street extend?’ queried the giant. “The river is at the foot of it,” he was told. “The river at the foot of it and a graveyard at the head of it. Gee! Now 1 understand why @ man's got no chance in Wall street.” “Ain't the streets Princess, “Remind me of the canyon: returned Jim. “Hello! there’ . Morgan's joint. He's the fellow, hey? Can we go in and see him? Oh, he's} in Rome, This in Broad street, now. Gee, it's as crooked down here as th streets of San Antone. [ mean the streets are.” ‘The taxi was passing the Curb and Wee Wee saw the brokers making signs to and from the windows. | ‘Oh, 100k at the mon! she cried. ‘Whose circus is this?” “That's J. P, Morgan's little one-ring | Uttle,"” said the clrous, Wee Wee," she was assured by + the giant cowboy. The session of the Curd came to an} abrupt end and the bmkers gathered | around the taxi while it wended its way through the crowd, ‘The brokers aved to Wee Wee and cheered the Giant. Big Jim smiled, “I guess somebody lost a million dol Jars right there,” he said with a grin, Down at the Aquarium Wee Wee clapped her hands at sight of the sea horses, She pouted when Big Jim re- fused to break the glass of the tank and get her a pony “Wil you have a cigarette, Ji ked the giant's clcerone, “Never use 'em,” he replied. “Gave up smoking a year jo." “You're « funny cowboy, Don’t drink, @paert” fe io See the Sights of the Biggest City for “Try me," and a pleased grin suffused his Texan visage and one of those quiet smiles which a cowboy wears just be- fore he draws" mellowed his counte- nance, Reporter's note—Jim takes it straight, At the South Ferry the giant and the Pee wee met the ship news reporters. Mrs. Thomas, the Prince: maid, \fted her to the ground. “Holy macker exdlaimed big Frank Worth, who stands six feet three, and 4s one of the greatest traMc men on the force. He surveyed the giant, then burst out with, “What paper are these two men from? Jim invited all the ship news reporters to come and see him, telling them to ask for Bill Thompson at the door. Thun he bought some apples for the Princess and the tax! tooted uptown, Bhoriff Jullus Harburger was just go- ing to lunch, But the Whole Thing of the Shrievalty said nis lunch d@uld wait. Right away he wanted to swear in Big Jim as a special deputy sheriff. Buc Jim isn't yet a citizen of New York, “T'D look up the law on it, though,” sald Jullus, “and if it ‘be a Tn m you a deputy. You'd be a great acquiale tion to my force, Can you wrest! “Oh, some,” said the Texan cowboy, modestly! “I can go some myself,” Sheriff, drawing himself up height of his five feet one inch. “I bar footholds,” returned Jim, bending over and looking down at Julius. “Then it's all off," ead Julius. 4o you're world,” he said to the Wee. sald the the full “and Princess Wee ‘The Princeas gathered up her green| train and swept him a low curtsy which nearly took the greatest little Sheriff in the country off his feet. “Well, Princess,” he sald, when he recovel ‘you haven't got anything on me. You may be the littlest woman in the world, but I am the littlest Sherif? in the world.” It was with diMfculty that the party made its way te the elevator and thea every one wanted to go down in the same cage, In the street a dense crowd was around the taxl, but the crowd gave way and then closed in again, They were all agrin as the tax! silpped up Broadway. “Rubbernecks,"" commented the Prin- cess, when the crowd was out of the littlest woman in the; The World “Here's the place where I want to lve,” quoth Big Jim, “Nobody to have to do any work. I'm for York. There's one thing I don't Uke and that's the subways, The cars are not big enough for me. It's all right for me if J can get a seat, but when I jiave to stand, which everybody does most of the time, I have to bend my head and stand with my back against the cetlin The big fellow's eyes sparkled when the taxi was shooting past Washington Square. “That's the stuff! he cried. “That ‘een grass. Haven't you got any lots around New York where a fellow can play bali?’ Up Fifth avenue they drove, the cyn-! osure of the curious, the admiration of all. In Madison Square the little hou: and stand caught the eye of the big fellow. “Those are match boxes, T suppose,” was his comment, after his eyes had been tired with the skyscrapers. “Now, We are at home, Wee Wee! Fifth avenue js the street of the wealthy.” And the Princess clapped her hands and said she was glad, then reposed back comfortably in the arme of the ; maid. They vaw the great shops and hoteis on the avenue, the great restaurants and the big churches—St, Patrick's Cathedral, St. Thomas, Rockefeller's |(the Fifth avenue Presbyterian). “Hello!” exclaimed Big Jim, “Rocke. feller's clock \s stopped. 1 suppose he's 80 busy ralsing the price of gasoline that he forgot to wind it up. He don't forget to wind the people up, all right, | does he? Through Central Park, down its Brassy slopes and by pretty lakes, they went, and the big Texan sald that this was something lke “Grass and water!" he exclaimed. remarked the Princess, “Some snakes there,” quoth the cow- | boy, later, In the soo. | “Look at the elephant, sald the Princess. “I don't Uke elephants since | Babe stuck his nose in my face. I lke animals, all the rest of them, better That's 1 than men. Men is deceitful. why I ain't going to get married, don't see anything in this old soo Deo anything on Barnum & Railey’s.” “AR RE RE TR EW YORK AFTER 1 A. M.! . The Broadway Curfew Hour & .& 4 #@ <& 4 Fixed by Mayor Gaynor, B (Sketched From Life by Will B. Johnstone, The Evening World’s Artist.) eginuing April Fool Da WATCHING THE TROT TERS AU THE THE STEALING MAURICE Sturep a college. And his friends were enjoying | the dance as much as was the Assistant Mayor. They applauded the merry young scamp as he showed them the real thing in eyncopation, And then Mr. Mitchel pulled out his} “It's 1 o'clock. One o'clock 1s closing time and we might | as well get used to it.” Then, Mke Cinderella at midnight, he took the big Jump and was gone. In the turkey trot and those sister revels, the tango and the bunny hug, when the girls eid to the floor, they showed the stuff of which considerable of their hosiery wae made. The girl in blue poplin wore very pretty stockings. She also wore a big bhack hat with @ rudder at the back. Up at Healy's at Sixty-sixth street the @ame sort of “doings” were in vogue. Men and women there danced and drank wine and whiskey end highballs, and the music lured them to the dance. One o'clock for them meant the “shank” of the evening. They seemed never to wamt to go home. How they are goink to comport themseives next week, when | they will have to go home—well, well. And the motif of the cabaret is liquor. Highballs and champagne. The whis- key and the wine stimulate the old and the young for the dance with its sug- gestive movements and freedom of a é fs: i “CUBIST. Music”~ TOQAY THE MAN BENING THE ORUM.BEATS THE BAND @ It Will Be Lonely, Oh, So Lonely, and ’Twill Be So Quiet that the Clang of a Trolley Gong Will Sound Like the Crack of Doom to the Weeping Policeman on Peg Post. mbs. Liberties, of freedom. On and after April Fools’ Day thero wil! be no more wild orgies after 1 o'ela Some of the cafes are notor- fous for starting their shows after the theatre. Then the corks pop and the course, go with |Nighballs sizz, and they keep on pop- ping and sizzing until 5 or 6 wcll the morning and sometimes as late 9. It has been discovered that Churchill made a test case of keeping hin res- taurant open as late as his patrons wished to stay, Some of the all-night men have had their attentton drawn to the fact that Magistrate Freachi de- cided that Churchill might serve his Patrons at the table ag late as they cared to stay, Now, then, they say, it's up to some- body to make a test case of Mayor Gaynor's edict. The all-night men are sure they can beat it, that they can continue their cabaret so long as the patrons care to remain. But! Who is going to watch a cabaret show into the early hours of the morn- ing without getting uo drink? How many care to dance all, night without the stimulus of a highball or @ sip of thampagne? Very few people in this New York stay up all night to eat and dance. And s9, what will the answer be? Nobody among the all-night men bas yet voluntecerd to stand a test case on the cabarets. And 0, at 1 o'clock on next Tuesday morning the lights along the Great White Way will flicker and go out. A sob will sound through All Night lane. There is consolation that thé dives of a great city will be in darkness at what they now consider their brightest hour. But it will be a lonely New York after 1 o'clock in the morning. Here’s a Real “Pension” Right Here in New York By Marguerite Mooers Marshall ING the bell three times at the} side of a basement door tron, grated and coyly concealed under '& flight of steps in one of the Went Forties—never mind which. When aj white-aproned youth with a lock of; yellow hair tumbling over his forenead appears at a crack two inches wide, smile your swectest and say “Quel fait-ll ce solr?’ This tranfMates f, “How's the weather this evening?” and is as sensible as any other password. Follow the now radiant youth a few steps down a narrow corridor, turn to the left, and you are in a real French pension “right here In New York." The room is narrow and low ceil with a floor almost white from repeated y acrubbings. One long table, seating twénty-two people, runs down one ald Wedged into corners are three sma tables, for late comers und aliens. the long board in this pension popular one—good comradeship ts pre- ferred to exclusiveness. There are no decorations, unless you count certain weird pink china vases on the mantel- piece, A raucous graphophone furnishes the music, the guests themselves ad- Juating the records, You take any seat you see vacant at the long table and exchange smiling bows with your neighbors, It doesn't in the least matter that they've never seen you before; to-night you are all dining together. But don't look around for @ menu, At the pension you take} what {8 given you and are thankful for it—oh, yes, you are! The chef and halt owner of this particular ruled in Mrs. Astor's kitchén at New- port, The youth who opened the door de- posits # nest of plates in front of all you will need for all the courses. | You will probably find the names of more than one Broadway hotel on them, and it {8 etiquette to wipe each one very carefully with your napkin—Iincidentally, in no spirit of reflection on the hygi of your host And now it's quite 0 know what you'll have to eat, Everything is put on} the table in big dishes and platters anu | tureens and passed about by the guests, The hore d'oevres is a dish of sliced to-! matoes, floating in a thin, skilfully sea-| soned dressing, Then there is the/ with creamed celery and beets flavored with a strange sweet sauce. Lettuce salad, with a dressing of claret vinegar, cheese, fruit and delectable coffee faish the repast. The bread is tn a long loaf, and is passed from hand to hand, each person breaking off a piece of the size he de- sires. There is no butter, but the bread is so sweet misses the omission. between c the ordinary table d'hote guessing—and white wines, Probably ice water is pro- curable, but it {8 seldom procured, Aal how much do you think it all costs? Exactly 45 cents! Nobody tips, either, unless his pay envelope positively burne that one harély ,! in his pocket, The conversation is general, mostly in French and remarkably wide in its scope. There are quite furious disous- sions of French politics, and often an eager appeal is made to the stranger to settle some disputed point. He—or she—is obviously expected to jolm in the talk by the regulars, who are like one big family. There are clerke, dress- makers’ apprentices, moving ploture tors, all like living Du Maurier illus- trations, French men and women of many occupations gallantly unite to fight the common foe of loneliness in a strange land. After the guest sill that separates kitohen and dining- room and sits down for his dinner with the lingerers over their coffee. His partner, who is manager, and his emil- pulent white dogs who slumber under the long table and wake up only to re- —| ceive tit-bits from the diners. The pengion js really a club as well as a dining-room, for as soon as every- body is through eating the table-cloths are whisked out of the way and several card-games at imi Hately in pro- ‘ess on the n, bare tables, Ner do you have to pay for lingering by buy- ing another drink. And one night every- week the long table is separated into sections that are piled on top of one another and the young milliners and clerks dance in the cramped space, to the music of the graphophone. Iv's one of the few un-self-consciows potage, @ sort of glorified consomme.|picces of Bohemia which the seeing- No fish, but @ moat entree, and thea! New-Yorkers Faas ach aod ort 8 nig [spa haven't discovered ta