The evening world. Newspaper, May 10, 1913, Page 8

eB a OR tal a ade = Lullaby Hammered Out on an Anvil Strikes Funny ——es That Brawny Artisan De Wolf Hopper “ Oblige: Note of Lambs’ Gambol and Another Domestic Incident Is Closed in All Serious- ness When a Soap Box Serves as a Cradle—A Feall- ing Army Keeps Up the Fun. By Charlies Darnton. F we're to believe the spring poem , There's nothing i!ke an occasional ama- teur afternoon or night to make the Ghat was served as mint with the) or sist look like a roll af honor, Lambe in the hour of their an- Beal need—and this is said without aay reflection upon the julep training| yesterday's sportive affair certaimy had) of the German herbalists just across the etreet—the Gambol given at the Metropolitan Opera Howse yesterday afternoon, evening and perbaps night! ‘was, by way of compliment or atone moqat, “to the ladies.” That was the best gart of it. You had only to glance ever your shoukler to discover 8 lady even more beautiful than the WILLIAM SAMPaon THE, LITTLE MeTHER But open ma: be taken & more ferlous side In the Wiiderness,” NAT WILLS immty REAL CLotmEes “seemod en a Lambe’ by ¢ Gambol in the too seriously, and than usual. “Even M. Greene, CNA csad a long cold drive ramatic snowdrifts had it not the mpson, whose rocky language bean the metiowing effect of that Uttle mother of Willtam Be: made a noap-box kid, warm enough to bring Father Doane &@ get-married-quick realisation of his duty. As the skirted “Kansas,” Mr, Sémpaon wi doy of the h ‘doth the fear and the derned gambol. But the funniest moment of al came when @ Mechanical equawk caused the over- i I i At or ea taxicabs, Ae tt wan, ‘twee enough. Never ha the Leathe bean mere grecreus | i rity Hi ft; I ! i i i il il i Ht ai i Hy t | ! i ‘Phe odd edout a when have an afternoon off is that they act Uke amateurs. They may not if F i lr fr i [ F i} fi if ill iy z i i 7 E i 37 if rt i Eg I i { 3 iG re gs i g “sg fe H 5 i Es i exclaim with t! in the restaurant, start in—I ordered mi ago.” Can you hear him? If y get an ear-drum to encourage your sense of humor, ‘ihe Green Beetle,” trained by John ‘Willard with @ fountain pen, proved weird enough to cr: "t and! Theatre on an off night. It whispered|/a sophisticated cor whelmed father, Maclyn Arbuckle, te fervor that only an actor can feel, Rever heard no sound like that afore!’ ' Obviously, Mr. Ar- buckle was not brought up on a chicken farm. After this domestic picture of life im the Nat M. Wills produced an even greater shock by appearing in ‘Dis real clothes. He looked as though he were about to take afternoon tea with the tittle finge: direction splendor of the occasion he had plainly extended in the To add to the through the hands of » barber iil Graft ay a E FERGUSON pla: Bonita in ‘Arizona.’ fresh, wholesome, with « breesy man- 80 Miss Ferguson's quality. 1s i E i i E a i an actress apply th: je it discourages me. way almost every one ‘Misa Ferguson proved only that inetead of rub- Of again she lets a Over this she makes two of red grease paint on then with « large puff them over. On top Miss Ferguson uses dry cheek and on her eye- mes anctther enveloping ver all and on top of dry rouge, This is re- four times or until the white are perfectly blended on “Pink and white” is the ef- truth Miss Ferguson uses color face pow son rouge, “be ‘my skin is should I use white powder would be an awful chalky, 1 could easily see the wisdom of this rouge was applied Miss Off a little spot right tre of eacn cheek half way Jaw and cheek bones. | : bs #4 li i . ty [ z i i i & i iF] gs it i i 3FE at used to do it just others. Powder, rouge and Jn thelr respective places ‘make up’ meant to me. awhile I began to study my ftw Mines and its coloring (that in| youth and vivacity the cracked ice, the curse of t king Up’’ With Stage Stars — X. Copyright, 1913, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World). of using black on he: in the corners nearest the noso with a big daub from marking that part where the ball fits into the sovket. rest of the lid is left its natural color excepting around the ver eyes directly above nes are chosen to make the eye sockets look deep, the eyeballs themselves look round and the daubs the nose straightness, The 1 and after taking harpness, passed on bie way to thi tropolitan, Next! You may have how he got into other story about his Jaughi Yiver according to the doctor’s orders, ‘and the later remark from the grouch “T guess I'd better fifteen minutes can't, 1 into the Princess reyes, She begins is drawn a line of the eyelid just Me rima of the the lashes. These in the corners give narrowness and es are not beaded, | but simply darkened with thick cos. | metic. aon’ ie the bar, Ferguson, "that of the care After the eyes cones | lemade red, but no fuller than Migs Fer- wn, and following the mouth wonder to me, the mouth, which exclaimed Miss otresses do not ‘their bate, complain I siover way! have to have tine washed 60 otis on calm in the possession of the centre THE EVENING WORLD, SATURDAY, MAY 10, 1918. DE WOLF HOPPER SINGING THE BLACK Smite’sS LULLABY tee Fatt inG ARMY, to pt rahe, poor mite nlatends and any one whe ployed yet part ae wots! Millionaires. But Then—That STRANGER Entered Her Life, and, Oh! She Was So Foolishly Happy! and She ADORED Him! But—It Was Only a Dream! A lawyer and a composer follow each other in quick succession, one loving Practically, the other poetically; one taking his re: calmly, other Crowning on the Titanic. Then come an actor, who writes: ‘How in the name of aif the syn- dicate I can ever finish the season with this comic blonde that has @ared to take the part made lovely by you I don't know, You know how you feel when you're playing @ week in Brooklyn, and you think of the trip so much that by the time you get to the theatre you're not fit company for a dramatic critlo—well, ‘that's the way I feel about her. “I think of how awful it ts all d and at night—well, it's hell, that's all. 1 suppose st all right, poor Nttle pinhead; and any one who Played your part would get the same from me, for they certainly did break the model and stopped repro- duction after they fashioned you, Maria, Amorcita de ma vita, How about you? Are you happy? I hope 90. I bes your pardon, dearest, but 1 hate to think of any one else play- ing opposite you. Do write and tell me that you don't like to fo him touch you, for I li “THR TAHVOOBD LADY. 667 PCHIS fs my idea of how s pop- ular actress should be loved.” says Elsie Janis in the fore word of “Love Letters of an Actress,” published by D. Appleton & Co. How far the letters ere based on fact and how many fractured hearts they represent or misrepresent, each reader must figure out for himself. The writers of the various more or lees torrid epistles range in age from nineteen to fifty-eight, and in station from farmer to new-made millionaire. Each letter is addressed to “The Actress” herself, who heroically con- fesses to twenty-four years and mod- ently admite she ts “successful every- where.” And each is answered by her. First fs the college boy, who in sopho- more year finds courage to propose: “Dearest of All: Oh, how can I rag through these miserable days and nights? Since being in your presence Saturday I have been as one in a dream; just existing on the memory of your sweetness, oe Darling, won't you leave all that light and falseness; you don't belong in it; won't you marry me and come away with me? I know I am young, but I will make Cup stage-manageé by Edwin Stevens, that innocent Lamb, Effingham Pinto, changed from the hobble-skirt to the Mott street wabbie. There was an in- termeszo with a gong accompaniment that helped te ve the sensitive Pinto h of settlement work- harrowing details see ills posted at ‘the Lambs Club. (The printer who has this job in hand in married and goes right straight home from work.) However, a word should ‘be sald for Edward Stevens, who caused Dert were as fresh and delightful as those of a spring robin, the story by George V. Hobart might easily have ‘een tn better taste. The Lambs ought to be the last to leave the parentage of an infant in doubt until the final cur- tain. Delay carries in its train vulgarity —and for the sake of the club this should be avolded. Happily, that brawny artisan, De Wolf Hopper, as the blacksmith who hammered out « lullaby on his anvil, saved the mor brand, as it were, from the burning. It femained for the strenuous Hopper to atrike the real note of the Lambs’ Gambol. He was only too glad to “oblige.” Scott Welsh both sang and acted amusingly the poor girl who had only Thursday off, and Frank Lalor wasa remarkably good nurse who said, “I will hie myself to the flelds for huckleberries—the dear child is so fond of grapes!” A remark of that sort fancy—and the are like Peter Pan. One of the funntest turns of the afternoon was taken by Walter Lawrence as the gentle captain of the falling army that kept up the fun by always going the wrong way in obedience to his commands. Broadway Helles," lke “Vir. came later than I could sta! ette smoke with the air of an actor of the etage and @ long, cool pull on the audience, As a matter of fact, he “put over’ a gubtle bit of so-called character-acting in jouse that issues @ long-distance challenge to a tlon of opera, let alone a Lamb who hasn't a score to stand on. At the same time this Chinatown play emphasized the fact that the Lambs had taken themselves too eeriously for a gambol. While actors wearn to “act their patrons delight to jaug! The soner the Lambs realise this the bet- ter it will be for them. Argument on this point would be wasted. “Tho Village = Blacksmith’ did offer o Portunity for laughter, Dut only out of But he .recovers from her refusal, weds a London heiress and is replaced by a “Platonic Friend,” who finally for. but after seeing Bruce McRae, with his} you happy. Mary, be kind, for I ts Plato to this extent: of the mouth. | New Rochelle legs, in “A Naked Man,’ cannot Hive without you. Your am awake at last. Although the melodies by Victor Her-'1 felt there was nothing more to see, “JACK.” ‘Will you marry me? I can give yor everything that you want. We are companionable and all that, What do you eay? Of course, as usual, you are right; I have always loved you, end you know it. Give me a chance, Uttle girl, and I'd make good. “Yours, FRANK.” ‘The next is a real live millionaire of the Unton League Club brand, rather elderly but brand-new to his millions, After « pleasant acquaintanceship for a few months he writes to the actress from aboard ship: “Dear Mary: have waited until I got on the ehip and safely away before writing the follow- ing, as I did not want to see you smile at an old man’s fool- ishness. In the first place, I want to thank you with all my fifty-elght- year-old heart for the happy hours I have spent in your company, They say we love really but once, I do ELSIE FERGUSON By Eleanor Schorer AVE you ever seen the New York White House? Gure, there's one. Isn't the White House # large white building where the President stays? ‘Then New York has o1 President Wilson paid us a viet the other day, the first since his inauguration, and he stayed in a large white building, QED, ‘The New York White House is albo known as the Southfeld, a ten-story apartment building at No. 145 Eust Thirty-ffth street, which in between Lexington and Third avenues, and just diagonally across tho street from the East Thirty-fifth street police station. Next door is an automobile garage and the immediate vicinage is no longer at the nape of the neok with a black|ono where ultra-fashtonables make pow, A curt hangs down her back, their homes, although there was aday Miss Ferguson does not curl her hair—| when many of the city's wealthiest re- NO, you'd scarcely call tt that. @he mere-| sided in this general nection, but a bit ly heats an tron, and evory time het |eurther west. haie happens to fall into a eoft wave ‘And why did President Wilson make or pretty swist ah a se ramPly Presses that] ois particular bullding his stopping wave or twist into place with the warm tron to be sure that it doesn't come out, | Place? Because it ts there that Col, E. ‘The very end she does curl, though, MM, House, the President's gose persona) that It 1s all coming out, Yet if T do not have it washed frequently it looks perfectly dreadful, acts most unruly and comes out just the same. Tho pow- der gets into it, making it dull and doing quite as much damage as too much water." As she mpoke she loosened the tight mot atop of her head and proneaded 0 comb the troublesome jocks, Bonita Weare It brushed back loosely and tied Ve DY fe tyes,” was hor to em the atuth Goer, on the southwest In “The Love Letters of An Actress’”’ the Popular Comedienne Scatters Sentimental Pages: All Classes Have Written to Her from Farmers to Not believe it. For I know that I loved my Wife devotedly, And my @reat grief in life has been that when she was taken from me she left no children for me to love, for her sake, if not for their own. Now, I know I love you fondly and truly. “The world would say, ‘Poor old fool,’ but I say, ‘Lucky old dog,’ to be able at fifty-eight to love us I do;*#o that I am only really happy when with you, not necessarily talk- ing to you, but just in your pres- ence. Thi is the real reason of my trip abroad. ¢ © © If at any time you tire of your work and would like ® home and everything that that much abused but utterly necessary thing, money, can buy, remember that I wait with open arms for you, Your servant, “JOHN D. WAINWRIGHT.” Fis sucessor is the Uterary man. He is already married. But the actress loarns that only after the affair has neared the danger point. Then he is promptly and disgustedly dismissed, the mean time he writes: “Flower in the Desert of My Life: Examine carefully my heart, which ‘two weeks ago you took from me, and see if it is not broken. The gods have carefully blocked the pathway of roses on which I tread when com- ing to you with obstacles which I cannot overcome. I must leave town for two or three days. My existence without your exquisite self will be Uke a Scotch and soda sans Scoteh; ‘but the gods decree, and, deing mere- ly mortal, I obey. “Lovelineas, I cannot, even though 1 am a near writer of fiction, write down my love for you, I suppose, ‘because my love ls not fiction, In these last two weeks I have had my, heaven, and if I never have more I can sigh heppily and think af the ttle suppers, lunches, dinners, talks and walks with you. Ange supreme, I kles your eyes and fiy, but to re turn and kiss them once again. Dver ‘thine, HLH." ‘Then came « letter from a farmer, a veritable “Man from Home,” the origi- nal “I-knew-her-when" fellow. There had been a girl and boy Mirtation in the early days before the actress came to town. And after writing about the Leg- horn hens and the new calf and the apple orchand the farmer goes on to before you "Do you remember the ni you left home to go on th corner, with windows looking toward Thirty-fitth street and over the roots of adjoining buildings toward Lexington avenue, The presence of the President under thelr roof, which made their building @ temporary White House, attracted little attention from the acore of other tenants of the Southfield. All the while the President was there 4 couple of uni- formed policeman from the station across the stroet were on duty at the entrance, and the lower corridor and the hall on the sixth floor fairly swarmed with Secret Service men, but the ten- ants refused to show the least perturba- In How a Popular Actress Should Be Loved | | Told by Elsie Janis in Her Newest Book aaid: ‘I love you, Fred, but I could Never be satisfied to marry and settle down here with you untl I've tried my wings, * * * 1 will come back to you and love you and Sunny- vale all the moro after I see some- thing of the world.’ Those were your words. I have memorized them as you do @ part in a play. Dearest, that {ts six years ago: you were clghteen. 1 have lived on the hepe held out to me by you on that won- derful night. Now, I want to know 1 you really mean, ‘As ever,’ if you do love ime the same and t¢ yeu are ready to fulfil your promise. You have had success, you have seen the world, and now I am here waiting, as I have been doing ever since that night. “Understand, I éon't want you t pity me and keep your word unkee you are really pining for the elt ef Sunnyvale, for the chickens, the gam den and, last but not least, for em 1 do not hold you to your promica, for promises made at eighteen aro rarely kept at twenty-four. Don't tey : to be a heroine, dear. Tell me the truth; Iam atrong and can etand $, ‘but I must know now. The longer ‘we wait the worse it will be for ma. As ever and always, FRED.” ‘The actress feplied that the stage, and New York and success have grewn indispensable to her and that the farm 1s now out of the question. Theméhe Stranger enters her life, She sees his gray eyes fixed on her across the feee- Mghts, and ehe records the “first thrill in years.” He is waiting at the etage door with his car and the actress goes to supper with him. In her diary eke writes next day: h, I'm #0 foolishly happy! I don't even know hie name or af Gress, But I do know I e@ere him,” He proposes. He !s rich, young, hamd- some, And he wants her to marry him at once and start on a round-the-werld trip with him. She answers in one dime: “With all my heart! ‘Then She woke to find the Btranger & wondrously beautiful day-dream, and to realize that “in real Ufe men seldom prepese to women the second time they meet them; and that stars do not leave their managers without warning and take trips around the world when the right man comes along, bet usually marry in secret and keep night on playing, ofttimes, to euppert the right man in the deen accustomed to. that night at the theatre, had any one been watching closely, they would have seen her eyes glance toward the front row, vaguely hop- ing to meet a pair of lerse gray ones that said everything; but, alas! only meeting the puffy ones of a very smug, fat oi man who saw Rothing because he was too proud te wear his glasses, Dwellers in This Apartment House Proud Indeed. tion, True, a few of them spent several hours riding up and down in the ele ators in the hope that they would hap- pen to encounter the President an@ as- cend or descend with him, until they got the tip that the Secret Service men insure the President's safety by tav- ing him ride alone, And when they heard that there was & general “We should worry” reatgaa- tlon about them, and they to forget the unusual distinction that had come to them as Gwellers under the sume roof with the President ef these United States. esiteensth ct De ana Sicle lo a ie AT How the New Aldermanic President Got His Name. HE frat name of A. L. Kline, the new President of the Board of Aldermen—thanks to President Woodrow Wilson having selected John Purroy Mitchel for his Collector of Customs of the Port of New York—is Ph. right, Ardolph L. Kline. The presence of the ‘'r’ js not @ typograph- feal error, as you thought when you saw it first, It legally belongs there, and, according to the closest friends of Col. Kine and hie family, there is a “Have ¢o have « url for “NH MAg’! friend, has an apartment. Col. House's! season for tt. omplanstieg. Gel, Kine, whe ben-Deen the View President of the Board of Aldermen, and who ts being boomed for Presi@ent of the borough of Brooklyn by his friends, | 1 the son of & German father end an Irish mother, It ie sald hi Wanted to name him “Adolph,” wthe out the “nr, but his mother was @e- termined hia German descent sheulé not dominate his whole name. So the “r" wae interpolated. It te also asserted that the name was originally Klein, Pb od Kline is another concession to the Baap blood in the new presiding me ee om La