The evening world. Newspaper, October 7, 1913, Page 21

AHA! Tde VERY Pio YdaT SToLe OUR APPLE AND WE NEVER DID GET BVEN YeT PSHAW! We ARE TOLD THAT WiE MUST NOT HARBOR RESENTMENT SO We SuPPosé THE MEAN OLD THING Wite +lAve TO Go UNPUNISHED) Youwon'T BE Mad 8 «Go ouT FoR A WITTLE WHILE, wi “uy PERCIVAL? More Cheap Rot “if For Rubbish Heap. }\ BY CHARLES DARNTON. BE lower jt aide must be as badly off for plays as upper Broadway, judging by “Style,” which was brought up to the Forty-eighth Street ‘Theatre last aight as “Te-Day,” and George Broadhurst must have decidedly haré up for something to re-write when he joined with Abre- ning euch poor stuff into English, mecessary for the police to close the house of g ap oes in the et cay pigh hen barged 1s reached only after three acts Ty etupid e i insomnia could be coresen ould have any reason for ‘To begin with, the tired business man who brings Mle nancial troubles heme with Bim fs so tired that even musical comedy while the young wife, as played by Miss Emily @ech a St Vitus dance that thers ts no rest for the weary. If anything could make the situat! ‘Worse it is the “comic relief” of the hus- band’s theatrically old-fashioned par- ents, whose sugar-coated sentimentality fe a8 heavy as German pancakes, Mise! Allee Gale made tt almost human by her sheer sense of character, but Gus Weinburg was euch a bore as the father that one couldn't blame the daughter- fa-law for insisting on her right to Hve alone with her husband. ‘This { -e one situation tn the sley that gives it any resemblance to life. While there is something in the idea that a selfish, parasitical wife may fret her petty aoul because she can't dress ae well as the next woman whea her husband loses his money, this idea be- comes ridiculously farefetched and noth- ing less than repulsive when ehe is will- ing to follow the advice of a woman who tells her how husbands may be de- ceived, If we are to believe the authors, New York dressmakers and milliners make @ business of “fixing” their bills to suit customera whose husbands know not Bdwin Arden as Frederick Wagner. about the cost of finery. Isn't eye on the stage? But the rank vulgarity of “To-Day” doesn't | Step there, Ob, no! The authors are not content until they bring the wifo| * ¢@ @ gilded “apartment” te meet a man—none other, of course, than her inno- cent husband, who in his new and novel capacity of house mt had di her photograph in the place, He spares her worthless life when # Lim to think of bis mother, and then the old folks trot in to add to the! uproar, How they have happened to tag along only the authors know, 3¢ this play were interesting it might be considered insidious in its vicious fmGvence, but it bores one eo utterly that it is not likely to last long eneugh to do eny harm. It ts simply more cheap rot for the rubbish heap } that has grown to be a landmark in the theatrical district, More than once last night Edwin Arden, as the husband, saved it from being laughed off the were smiles all over the house the expense of the women’ * Misa Theresa Ma well Conover was decidedly “loud” as the woman who told about the dress. makers and the milliners, and Miss Merie Wainwright seemed to blush for the Pele that she played with discretion. The authors blushed unseen—if at all, it H lly Stevens as Lily Wagner. Ey BETTY VINCENT’S ADVICE TO LOVERS How Can They Meet? ‘oprright, 1911, ty Doubleday, Page Oo.) {t softly, without any par ubular ang From ten in the morning until eleven it ably, Kirk with his fish story, Brooks with his Porto Rico cigars, old Morri- son with his anecdote about the widow, Hards—all these afflictions had been re- peated without change of bill or scen- ery, Besides these morning evils Miss UYNING left his club, cursing V bad bored him Hepburn with his invariable luck at bil- whom I believed to be a gentleman, | Allison had refused him again on the H girt prover: | home. ‘hanuie oe tnd evening at my pis omer to make her Mra, Vuyning. He ly meet ng round and not going! intended to ask her again the next {home till 11 o'clock. I am disgusted, Wednesday evening. Teagan a? Re nak ADL GOP: | Vuyning. walked along Forty-fourth a small town|qccd 2e young man politely, put! street to Broadway and then’ drifted verybedy | r™/¥: that you are unable to give! down the great sluice that washes out where everybody | him wo much of your time, the dust of the gold mines cf Gotham, knows everyeody ‘Ho wore a morning sult of light «ray, else, the question ‘iow, dull kid shoes, @ plain, finely answers itself. | ‘A girl and I have! OMe straw ha 6 Pen ney But in @ large! able for three was the most delicate possible shade of city the situation | ‘onths, but when 1 met her the other heliotrope. His necktlo was the blue- is different, And| ‘4 she would not speak to mo, 1 &ray of @ November sky, and its knot it tw easier to say |S#Ked her what was the trouble, but, Was plainly the outcome of @ lordly how a git ought {*22 wouldn't tell me, and I know I'vo| carelessness combined with an accurate pom ae mest mon never sald or done @ thing to maxe| Concention of the most recent aicium o! . " fashion, ‘than to suggest proper ways for making |<" AMBry, What do you advise me to| “Five minutes of his stroll brought their acquaintance, a him to @ certain corner, where a num- Certain! irl should not allow her-| Write tho girl @ note or go to her ber of silent, pale faced men are ace telg to be “picked up" on the street or wv been and inslat on an explanation of her, customed to stand tmmovably for hours attitude, | busy with the Mle blades of their pen- tn public conveyances. She should in-| knives, with thelr hat brims on a level elst wpon being suitably introduced to| if \ with thelr eyes. Wall street speculators members of tho opposite sex. Some-| “A. L.” writes; wrote a letter! driving home in their carriages love times euch introductions may be ef-|t9 a young man whom I do not know| to point out these men to their vis: fested through her church, sometimes! very weil, calling his attention to g HPs friends and tell them of this through nelghvorhood houses or clubs, | certain poem. He has not answered) Miter, MMe ne place of the vas. On Wail street the specu pometimes through other membera of my let Have I the right to feel! iators never uae the file blades of their hee family. ‘The last mentioned way Ia | insulted | knives. naa beet of alle 1 hardly think 90, as you admit your Vuyning wae delighted when one of mae a acquaintance with the young man gy tis company stepped forth and ad- Return the Ring. dressed im as he Was passing. He slight. Rot was hungry for something out of the Apparently your letter did “LE, K." writes: “If @ girl or her| absolutely require an answee t 1 to be accost flames breaks an engagement to marry, — A eA FO Ps ae a aheuld ahe return the ring or should) sy y writes; “A man paid me silietic member of the underworld, with she keep it?” Attention for several! months, but dur. his Fm yet Plsasant amile, hed ait th Gbe should return it, alway, line Kis vaes Taian te Ur taste of an adventure te the conven: Beta ain In't even receive! ton-weary Vuyning. {® Postal, alfhough his other friends, “'ixcuse me friend," eald he “Could iT have a few tninutos’ tale with you lon the level?" ban, N." writes: “What fs the means| jeard trom ff a stamp when placed upside| ine to dot dewa on a letter?” 1 think you're Justified tn showing! “Certainly,” sald Vuyning, with 8 te euppored to mean “I love you."| some coolness toward him when you! @™il@ “but, suppore we step aside to — meet him again, unicas he has &@ quieter place, There @ divan—a PEL Me? wrahten, “'h mek o young man! eaplanation of hla apparent acgionn, © Sie ive’ use ptiinie nee What do you ad Tis 1s HE Time {PUT ONE cvER ON HER FoR FAIR: immeasure- * The Rvening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, October 7, 1913 “THE CONFESSIONS OF ARSENE LUPIN,” Maurice Leblanc’s Latest and Best Stories of the French Thief-Genius, Will. Begin in To-Morrow’s Evening World . 4 TUT, IF ONE'S HoRse GETS RAMBUNCTIOUS AND SLASHES AROUND AND HITS SOMETHING} ONE CAN DO NO MORE THAN TREPROVE THE tHoR6E,SO- Twenty Gems Of American Humor Famous Selections From the Works of Our Coun- try’s Foremost Laughmahkers, NO. 3—BRBT HARTE—The ueathen Chinee. HICH 1] Which was atuffed full of acee ent W wisn tore | bowers, mark— And the sane with intent te deceive And my language ° ie plain— But the hands that were played That for waye that! By the heathen Chines, ' ere dark, And the points that he made t And for trick] Were quite frightful to see, are vain, Till at last Se put down a right The heathen Chi-| Which the same Nye bed dealt nee ie necullar, me Which the same I would rise to| Then I looked up at In regard to the same What that mame might !mpty; Ke At bis vnile it was pensive and child- Uke, | Ae L trequeat remarked to Bill Nye. ‘With tho cards that ‘i 6t Gn@ Geom It was August the third, And quite soft was the okies; Ta the game “he 464 ne® enGerstana” Which might be inferred i ‘That Ah Sin was likewise; ™ Me which were tens, Yet he played it that day upon Willtam And me in a way I despise Which we had a small game, nd ‘hh Sin took a hand; It was euchrs he same Ho did not understand; But he smiied as he eat by the table ‘With the smile that was childlike an bland, Yet the cards they were stocked And for tricks that are vain, In a way that I grieve, ‘The heathen Chines te peoulian | and my feelings were shocked ‘Which the same I am free to mate ‘At the state of Nye's sleeve Schrumm established them under @ growing palm, with two seidis between pleasant refer- 8 them, Vuyning made ehce to meteorological conditions, forming @ binge upon which might @¥ ung the door leading from the thought panion, with the air eents hia credentials, understand that I @m @ crook. Out West I am known as Rowdy the Dude. Pickpo supperman, second-story man, yeggman, boxman, all-round bure lar, card-sharp and siickest con man West of the Twenty-third street ferry landing—that's my history. That's 10 show I'm on the equare—with you. My name's Emerson, “There's one thing you can do," sald Emerson admiringly; “you can carey I've watched you several mes on Broadway. You look the best wed man I've seen, And Lil bet mine I've got $50 wort 4 furnishings on my frame you have. T a what L wanted you about, can't do the trick, a look at me. What's wrong?” and up.” sald Vuyning, arose, anit sic I want you to y reyoly oe been ‘outfitted, declared the clubman, "Some Broadway windsw- dresser has misused you. hats 4p expensive sult, though, Emerson." “A hundred dollars,’ Emerson, “Twenty too mi Vuyning. “Six months old in cut, one inen too Jong, and half an inch too much Inpel. Your hat ts plainly dated one year Ko, although there's only a alxteenth of an inch lacking in the brim to tell the story. That English poke in your sollar js too short by tho distance petworn Troy nd London. A plain gold link cuff bufton would take all the shine out of those pearl ones with diamond settings. “Those tan shoes would be exactly the articles to work Into the heart of & Brooklyn achool ma'am on a two weeks’ visit t9 Lake Ronkonkoma, { think [ caught a glimpse of @ blue allk sock embroidered with rupact ififea of the valley when you~impropariy-drew up your trousers as you sat down, The: ‘© always plain anes to be hed tn the t before I'—~ ed Vuyning, lance te a duinmy anid Emerson, sitting bully of yeu te pus \From Each According to His Ability I knew there was something wrong, but 1 couldn't just put my finger on it. know “I tell you what,” said Vuyning, wh ennul ‘Play ‘em to the celling, fon, with a boyish sintle of joy. gota bmack- wrapper of a two-for-fiver, 1 guews it comes by nature to how to wear clothes," had taken wings, “Pil take you the mark of ex! That im Ie further In the way sald Emer I've roll as big around as a barrel of eyed peas and as loove as the I don't mind telling you that T was not touring among the Antipodes when the burglar-proof safe of the Farmers’ National Bank of Hutterville, Ia., flew open some moonless nights ago to the tune of $16,000, “Aren't you afraid," asked Vuyning, that (il call p and hand you over?* You tell rr sald Emerson, coolly, “why I didn't keep them. le laid Vuyning’s pocketbook and Watch—the Vuyning 10-year-old family Watch—on the able, “Man,” sald Vuyring, revelling, “did you ever hear the tule Kirk telis about the six-pound trout and the old taner- a won't much shall "Ro ing, up ag rie w breeze, “a friend of min with @ W ents not," satd Mmerson, nolltely. won't," satd Vuyning. It scores of tiem, That's why I tell you, I was fust thinking how better this Is than a club. Now, we go to my tallor? . . ye, and elderly genta,” ve days later at nin ainst the window as gathered, and "T've nthe Wese Ine at our table thle evant the ast if wo ha * heard the at from Denver? said @ member, n hie ehate, WIL he mention the new twonty- three-story Masonto Temple, in Quin ingulr@d another, dropping Blaanes, “WIL ha apring one of those Western Minalaxtpp! River catfah atorion, tn they m9 yearling calves for b emanded Kirk, tlercely, “He comforted,” uid Vuyning, “Ife has nono of (ho little vices, He t your "4 ar and safo-hiower, and @ pal of they, "Maat atement with alleged humor? It came to puss that at § in the Ag @ calm, smooth, briliian AF minister wan visiting at he heme of Little Alice, “Did you go to church with mamme end to-day, my deart” be verre, air,” oaid Alice; ‘en’ wo @vt there at the most important part.” “Indeed! eaid the minister, aglow with entiel- 4 what wes that—ay corment”? uring dinner, And when the onee| ho their lives in city streets | ‘yserapers or of the little) n his far, frozen throue or of | cout bes tobe streaims, this big, deep cheated man, ee miiths for violating Ge fault thet and eyed like an , eseast mien ei pata peruilar woman!” exclaimed a chatter with a wink of bis eyelash, one who bee to listen, And then he painted for ‘os with bia oeg air,” went o8 the other, “and I'l fast tte tat hant, broad strokes a marvelloun lin: | give ya ae example ot how she saves manag, —— i} Bual panorama of the West. Ho stacked | Yeaerday was her alster’e birthday and her aster am show topped mountains on the table, | ives in the southern part of the Stale, Well, my = freoaing the hut dives Of the waiting | wite bought @ present to end her, but when T at" ott diners, With @ wave of his band be! got bome leet night there was Che peuseat i) ° swept the NOUS INLD pine | Seed up, bat not eent Yet, ott he Crowned gorge, turning the waters into |“ "qhy, you ought to have cont that yeotentay,’ we ont @ grin pe do each Matener into 1, ‘he'll get i too late for her bistaday them roede Sar tm & blood stained fugitive, climbing with |." scoperter windems th | ao,” ensunguined rocks, | s ‘That's ell right,’ eave my wife five panted as lava beds, and that looked to have Deen raped At 1 o'clock Vuyning had ue between hin teeth and felt his upon him by an ancient Grectan tamor with Mine Allison by previews h bake at tho tale of a land ‘2 few thousand years ahead of ment, ater and food. Aas simply ua For thirty mfnetes he baddled to hen unaccountably, of ranches, yona, cyclones, roun tains and be: nd he dug a Into the the horses, eam -ups, Rocky Moun acon, She looked at him with wondering and half-terri@ed he, with tne ble 2 up to me to go fi “a any time T can do ao, You're the real thing, and if f can ever 6Fe% reticn the favor you bet your Nfe L'll ,, Was going to propose again te dott day.” sald Vuyning, cheertly, t “eadesel In) a: Boras W was that cow-puncher's bing ag) byoryd Karey iy de & bord peat ( , dad han @ rancl “ " name” asked Vuyning, “who used to 3 balierog of the lariat and catch @ mustang the nose and ma) What's the good of staying here? reduced onnul to ® mini- Ca! RS Jumping Jonquil! but it's great eet and throw him tll he put the dri Sh ont’ there. I'm going to start next Tues , with a eweep of h white, day Ald Emerson. sat Vuyning, “I thought tt was Yates. Oh, about that toggery Dusineas—T'd forgotten that. “Lye been looking for sone guy to put ho dtemta 4 vith Diana and Amar- relied “No, you won't” sald Mise Allee, “What? sata Vayning. ‘Not alone,” sald Miss Allison, ping « tear upon her salad. “What apread you think?" MG maoon the right track for years.” sald “sRotty! exe) ea “what hefora the mink Fmoraon,, “Yo're the goods, Auty free, ay sou’ meaner es VUYnINE asa ri Leaging of augeprima end half-way to the warehouse Ine red “tI go too!" geld Mise Allisom fags 9 told them of Ak Mo told then of Sinan, toasted on & green willow ning filed her ginss with Agee ailina in #ttoh over red roatn, oueht to put ‘ srt Hine I rotted lobgtare ont of business.” matt to Rowdy the tho st Digit 4 oa ye Voyning, "And you say 4 horse at the ne gave formaken bie daytting wea 17 @r10¥1 98 wid ot m thiety-foot ropa can't piill « rei ne Rite that nave noe been ton-inoh stake out of wet prairie? Weil, “but If he's your Mon aeee a ceenan the mason, B00dby, O14 man, tf you must be off,” goesl"? : worts wore nm (elescone t a city His ——$$———$—an men, wt even had lookel upon yo cngatown, ©, and whore tonruow had tailed it Wont!” TEE CONFESSIONS OF ARSENE LUPIN. In fect 1 jon had the is By Maurice Leblane. fe eo ee Arsene Enpin, the Preach thief-genaius, is one ef the greatest, mast enthralling characters is fiction, Me is as famous os Sherlec’ and hip adventures are fully ee stirring. The intest ond best ar Lupin stories wil) begin serial publications in temezsrew'e World, Be om the lookeus fee tt, ‘The next morning ut 19 he met Vuy~ ning, by appeintment, at @ Vo ond street cafe, Kmerson was to leave for the Weat that dey, die wore @ sult of dark chews