The evening world. Newspaper, October 25, 1913, Page 10

THE EVENING WORLD, Fav CAN'T SLEEP HERG” THeRe’s AH OME Fon you with ME: Coming Over the English Comedian Was as Blue as the Ocean, but Now| He's Happy-in the Dis-| covery that We Are Quicker to See a Joke than Audiences on the Other Side— Even Be- fore He Left His Hotel His Eyes Were Opened to the Fact that This! Is a Wide-Awake Town. : actly @ rest cure. No indeed! This is & wide-awake place, isn't it? This fact Was borne in upon me at my hotel on Monday morning. Naturally, 1 was rather nervous about my opening per- formance in the afternoon—I might say By Charles Darnton. H E was plainly worrled. (If the printer gets this “mar- red” he won't be all/unnautrally, as you'll understand later— wrong.) 0 I sat down in a big leathern chair in “How in the world,” pondered Witkie Bard, talking through the songs in my mind. Suddenly I felt a birt into which he was struggling,!heavy hand upon my shoulder, then I "T'm going to manage to give two peare ney voice saying ‘You can't pertormances a cay, see all of New|." peebagiatie A ad ad okt ly big commiasionaire York in two weeke—AND get in &/in magnificent uniform towering above. bit of golf on American soi] is more| ‘I'm not sleeping,’ was my feeble de- than I can figure out.” ae ‘You had your eyes closed,’ ow! c “Mr. Bard holds the champlonship| nar the thine wewidn't Doses wean of the English Vaudeville Actors’ |that if ever I was weak enough to give Golf Club,” put in a friend from the Lendl on biel Png sleep I'd lock & room Dull down the trunk upon which he was perched./siinds, 90 that no one should see me “Ob, that doesn't amount to any-| yielding to the demand of nature. thing,” came over the shoulder of] “My nervousness began on the boat. the eil-around player, who happened | 710 OF three Kngliah Legg atta at this moment to be making a des-| speak. ‘They missed no opportunity to perete drive at a collar button. “We] assure me that I was ooking ry ig @on't really play golf in our vaude-|Serous move, New York, I was told, ville club, you see; we just play at id “e's the champion,” persisted my informant, gazing proudly from his wouldn't ike me, My good friends fol- lowed me from atem to atern predicting euperior position on the trunk, *& word, merely | word," protested disaster, Overnight they would think up eome particularily dire thing that was to happen to me in New York and walt outside my stateroom to deliver it in the morning while it was etill fresh and orisp. To add to my misgivings, te modest holder of the title, there were Gaye when the frolicsome ‘With his face washed clean of “‘make-| ship and the irritated sea didn't get on Up” and |i sober a suit of clothes) at all well together, Such o time as I es you'd see this side of Philadelphia, | had! the English comedian who has made| “You may tmagine how I felt,” sug- more than one song famous doesn’t look | « at all ke a man who would ever dream @f einging unless he had been drink! If you ran across him at @ hotel it printing presses to sewing machine: that you'd take him for a quiet bust- od Mr. Bard, ‘But on the way from Ress Man methodically intent upon the the hotel to the theatre Monday after- noon, I met three old English pals day's work and conscientiously devoted to night telegrams to his wife. who cheered me up a bit. One was a "IT may say," he volunteered, “that dancer, and he kept Jigging away on the tele fortnight’s visit of mine isn't ex- sidewalk as he raid, ‘Put it all over the boarda, Wilkie, old boy!’ Next I met & bag-pune! ‘You'll be a knockout, old sport!’ he declared as he punched the alr. A few steps further on, I ran into & rope-walker, ‘You'll be sure to wet acro he assured mo, stepping arefully and jancing himself with his walking stick, All this made me buck up a bit and I went to the theatre hoping for the best. “To way the least, my reception was more than I Was looking for," ad- mitted Mr. Bard, glancing up from the shoe he was pulling on. “And I want to say right here that a New York Audience ts as friendly as an old pal. It helped me so much that I went alid- ing right along without thinking twice of what I was doing. The wonderful thing to me ts that New York, appar- ently, wants to laugh day and night. At @ matinee performance in London, Ro matter how popular you are, you can't help feeling the cold, gray day- Nght creeping in through the door in spite of the lights, It hits you. But here it’s es jolly in the afternoon as at night, What's more surprising even is that laughter comes in the same places here as it does in London—only a New York audience is quicker than a Lon- don one to get the joke. It's right with you every moment. Everything you send over meets with prompt response. laugh at myself i; w to think I wi afraid of a New York audience. "One never knows what to expect in vaudeville, though now, of course, 1 don't look for the unexpected to ha pen at home. I've been appearing in the London music halls for nineteen years, eo the public I are pretty I started at seventy three pound ten, you know—and now I get one hundred and fifty pounds a week. But it was not always as pleasant as it sounds, I'll ScuRYSANTHEmume! York Wants to Laugh Day and Night, So Wilkie Bard Finds it “Jolly” Here’ e . SHaue iT veY never forget my first experience at the Pavilion, To make it particularly hard, 1 followed Dan Leno, who was a great favorite, 1 walked on while the house Was still ringing with applause for him and started singing a sentimental ballad @alled ‘There's a Home for You with Love.’ It didn't take me long to ver there was no home for me at the Pavilion. I was deeply pained when an unfriendly chap in the gallery yelled ‘Get off the stage!’ It was a good five years before things moved at all for me. Then I caught on with a little song—and a silly thing 1t was!—with the refrain ‘O, O, Capital 0,’ Nice old gentlemen with white beards would sit there chirp ing ‘O, O, Capital 0." They weren't Pleased with me—that wasn't it—they were delighted with themselves for having learned the chorus. But they helped me more than they knew, All the stewing and steaming I had done at home to achieve real characteriza- tiona, such as aight watchman and ® railway porter, counted for nothing compared with that song, to which I had given acarcely @ moment's thought, It wasn't worth thinking about, What a lot of worrying we do for, nothing sometimes! . “And I did worry abount my frat appearance in America—oh, 1 did! Com- ing over 1 Was as blue as the ocean, only to e everything turn out to be as bright as a sunny day. And you have lots of sunshine here, don't you? I dare say that's what makes rye body @o ready to laugh, No cold, gray daylight creeping into maitnee: ot a bit, And how bright the nights are! How can any one want to sleep?" SATURDAY, OCTOBER 25, 1918. le “THE ROMANTIG IRISHMAN Sa mvt. “THERE & HARDLY ANP FURTING OR LOVE MAKING BETWEEN MEN, AND WOMEN tN IRELAND? Canon Hannay (George A. Birmingham), Writer and Dramatist, Here trom Dub- lin, Protests that His Fel- low Countrymen Are Not the World's Jesters—“‘The English’, He Remarks, “Can Neve Understand Us.’ Marguerite Mooers Marshall. The Mark Twain of Ireland, the man who writes some of the cleverest fun now being published in English, is making his first visit to New York. Canon James Owen Hannay, or “George A, Birmingham,” the name dy | which thousands of appreciative American readers know him, stands almost alone in describing the hu:iorous Irishman as he {s, and not as some Englishman or American thinks he ought to be. I know of but one other writer who shares Canon Hannay’s understanding of John Bull's Other | Tsland, and that is George Bernard Shaw. The work of the two differs jbecause Shaw blasts with his ironic Ightnings those characteristics of his countrymen which draw only a sunnily tolerant smile from Canon Hannay. But each man has firra hold of the truth that potatoes and patchouli are not more unlike than the rea! Irishman and the rip-roaring bully boy of the conventional stage and story. ‘ABS une e OF DISCORD w Pamir teurs, who refrains from laughing at |his own Joke. Like the late Frank Stockton, who, I think, {s even closer kin than Mark Twain to the Hiber nian humorist, he can keep « perfectly straight face while describing the most preposterous of situations, By @ happy coincidence he dispels, in | his own person, the tradition of the red- | Canon Hannay Is that prince of racon- | | against which his literary lance ts tilted. Irish born and bred, he ts tall, slender, holarly, most quietly courteous in anner, and very much the type of | Forbes-Robertson, the English actor. A fugitive twinkle in his blue eyes and a slight—very slight—fondness for the let- ter “R" are the only outward manifes- tations of County Mayo, He was the Protestant rector of the pretty town of Westport, In that county, before going to St. Patrick's Cathedral, In Dublin, the church to which he is now attached. “But I am an !rishman and proud of it," he insisted, emilingly. “If I've written of the Irish with any realism at all it's because I've gotten close to the: stand the Irish. Sometimes av Bng- Ushman regards us with scorn and cane Often his feeling ts & The Exchanges, nangee, Standard Oil, Big Banks and Law Offices Represented During Noon Hour at the ‘Rest a While” by Woman Secretaries to the Big Ones of “The Street.” story of the women of Wall ‘This i Aged 70, This New York Woman Patented a Hydroaeroterraplane | What is a hydroaeroterraplane? ’ ] man want? shocked—really I Was. And when the! t Is something that will, Mra, Hag-| Not caring to be a party to aeria.|party of » nists landed in a potate It Sails on a he Water, | steat says, sai on the water, fly over! accidents Mra MaraCent ch ce ane velba some fifty miles away from. the the land and roll along the ground. It's| signed the craft purely for sport and| starting point 1 was properly shock Flies Quer the Land, and Just the tdeal thing for a wealthy coume| for pleasure, having in mind the fact | and, young as 1 wa nd began to Rolls Along the Ground. uy gentleman with a big country estate,| that golf is becoming a popular sport | work out a scheme for st magine that you area country gentie-| with the common people and country | 1 took up mechanics—serewe pais and you have one of these ma-| gentlemen no longer find it the exclu-| works on toy Wagons, built boat bod “When one gets as old as I am they|chines, Wouldn't tt be just lovely to| ive game it used to be jon the Wawons and #hot them into t begin to think of flying. aps it's to your week-end guost “It's pretty late in lf wane vas bee arene because they thins of angels. Well,| “Jump into the car, old top, we'll take | UP fying,” said Mrs, Hy SR Alana sag Moe Ae ea that’s wot why I want to fy, I want to!@ run down to the lake.” And when, Just passed the se) lt set out'to do 2 uy tonquer the air.” you get to the lake you drop on tts| “but I'm bound I'm going to getup into) © 1 got ouraged Mes, Anna Hadstedt, seventy years old,| Waters, skin around like a ».| the sky in this machine of mine, When | thought of Count % got new oaid thie, fly to your heart's content I was seven years in Sweden, heart. Then | the York And efter {t was said she produced|the fancy takes you you life I first got the aviation bug when 1 dw | Womens A Soctety and patent papers No, 1,733, sued by Uncle Sey @ combined sirboat, dhe nearest mountain, © hyéroserotarrepiane, beast off the water and fly over the|@ big balloon go up. 1 asked the man in charge how they steered it, and when went to all the aviation meets around bag are and got valuable pointers, t demonstration machine will ‘What more coulé @ country gentle be said & couldn't be done I was ee lied tar ak at eae run it myself, 1 weigh something Ike 180 pounds, but this is not a cas of horse racing Where featherweight counts, My machine fs built for com- ‘| fom and any guests 1 take up with me will be certain to come down to earth jagain=not on their he ads, but right se- cure, without shock or anything, in my alr boat.” Tho pateat papers say that the H. stedt hydroaeroterraplane hag in pendent meuns of propulsion—a motor for the water, another for land travel anda third for air. Mrs, Hagetedt says that no other aertal inventor has ace complished this. And the work on this tri-bodied beast was done Right Here in Little New | York—namely, at No, 44 West Thirty- aixth atreet, w her shop. haired, ruby-nosed, rollicking Irishman, : ro Mra, Hagatedt hae . % foster this last conviction in him, mt mever by any chance does he understand us.” “Meanwhile, don't you take a wicked delight tn playing up to his precon- celved ideas?” I suggested. Canon Hannay grinned, ‘acknowledged, frankly. ‘ “I must tell you a story told to me {by an English Member of Parliament. He was @ Liberal and a Home Ruler, deeply interested in the wrongs of Ire- land, He made a special trip across the Channel to inspect « large girls’ school, a primary school supported by the Government. Of course his visit was known beforehand, and everything went off beautifully, “Just before his departure he stood among &@ group of little girls, looking over their copy-books. In bustled the manager of the inspection tour, an Irishman, of course. ‘Come, come!’ he exclaimed to the M. P. ‘You must come out of this, You mustn't hang around “We do,” he @ tyrant!’ exclaimed the ter, who stood near. Then the master turned to the children. ‘What is @ tyrant” he asked them. ‘Can't you tell our visitor?’ ‘Ys,’ encouraged the M. as the children seemed to hesitate, ‘what ts a tyrant?’ Piped up @ Iittle street, several hundred of them. in the skyscrapers of lower and women sprinkled all through the trust company, banking and insurance offices of that section of New York which lies below the spot where Nassau street empties into Park Row. And every noon now a repre- sentative group of the clerks and sten- ographers and private secretaries work- ing tor some of the wealthiest men in the cit: ther for their luncheon at the Rest-a-While Tea Room, No. 83 Beaver street, just on the other side of Wall street. It's the contest sort of a lunch room, tucked away up one filght in a rather low, not-too-newly-painted building. But once inside tho Rest-a-While every- thing fairly shimmers with cleanin from the dainty gilt-edged china and white window shades to the well- scoured kitchen at the back, The room 1s done In green and white, the walls being papered in a restful green-vine pattern. Every available space is taken up by tables, and yet, though the tea- room has only been open three weeks, {t 1s crowded several times over be- tween 11.80 and 2.30 o'clock, Every one connected with the estat lishment {8 a woman, and Mrs, M. A. Sheehan, proprietor and cook, \# @ woman with a remarkable experience in cullnary matters, She has been {n charge of the cuisine at the Colony Club, the Women's University Club, the Butterick and Ridgway Club and tho Colonia Country Club, besides acting as Madame Noriice's housekeeper, IN IRELANG THERE “And I never dared tell that English- man how perfectly the whole episode had been siage-managed for his bene- ft," Canon Hannay ended, between chuckles, “He toki me he had never been so touched in his life, that at last he felt himself drawn close to the great heart of the Irish people." “I have noticed one marked difference between your Irishmen and tho: other writers," I told the canon. ‘dreamy Celts’ have an intensely prac- tieal side: “The Irishman is practical He bes an extracrdinarily keen eye for his own interests, whether he is selling # boat to « visiting tour- | ment. I know no one who is bet- ter on bargain than an Irish- man. And in all the affairs of life the Bnglishman is much more Prone to be swayed by sentimental considerations than is bis Irish neighbor.” "But there are so many affecting ballads about the loving colleens, and the tmpulsive Irish lads,” I protested. “The fact remains that there is pric- tically no romance in Ireland, as the English and Americans understand the word,” replied the Iconoclast of Irish traditions, It ts to be noticed that the fe affair is a motif ig- tales. “There is hardly any flirting or love- making between the young men ang almost « ftacaimile of that observed in France. And I am bound to say that Irish marriages are usually very happy. The young persons settle down com- fortably together and thore is an ad And she is frankly proud of the fact that she herself concocts the chicken and green apple pies, the nut muffins and the chocolate cakes which make her menu a@ thing of Jo: She is de- lighted to see her gues elis! their lunch, and she insists that they tell her if anything isn’t cooked exactly to sult them. ‘I know what girls are,” she told The Evening World reporter with & amile of motherly tolerance. They sleep | tll the last minute in the morning. Then they rush through their dress swallow @ bit of toast and a half-cup of coffee and hurry off to work. It isn't right that they should be unable to get decent, appetizing meal at a reason- able cost at noon, I like to give them the very best, and I do my own mar- keting as well as cooking, 1 cater to uch @ nice crowd of girls!" They are nice, too; clean-cut, dainty, attractively dressed American girls. Not ‘one of them seems to have looked upon the rouge when it was red, or patron- ed the false halr counter, They wear good clothes, but they can well afford] to do so. Most of them are ear from $18 to #25 a week und more tha finds $40 In her weekly pay envelope, | 5 There is a certain girl, the private sve-| retary of one of the best known law firms of Wall street, who 1s said to have @ three-tigure salary bigger than that of any masculine secretary in down-town New York, Yet the girls dressed quietly, if well. No alit skirts were in evidence and only one or two silk frocks, The usual costume wes @ alls ahirtwaist with o “There Are No Stage Irishmen in Ireland,” Says the Irish Mark Twain, Now in New York © Sie 1s orvanapiy THE RECEIVER HANNA? ms THE Cores THe WOMEN aR FOR SUFFRAGE ® “Apart from All the Ballads About Loving Colleens the Fact Remains That There IsPrac tically No Romance in Ireland as the Engligh and Americans Under- stand the Word.” @ence of the discordant elemente that crop out in so many of your unions, “The position of the Irish wom- an in the family is quite remark- able, Outside the large cities, she is invariably the receiver and the Gisburser of the family income. Great deference is paid to her opin- fons by the other members of the ousehol I have often seen grown-up sons yield her complete obedience, If she had the ballot she would have little, if any, more power than she has at present, which is doubtless why she is un- for women. different," Canen Han Where there is a great body of working women there is, naturally, a strong demand for euf- frage. Personally, I have always been & woman suffragist, in the tm- terests of common Justic In one of the canon's amusing tales & whole Irish village regales a young English woman with one dazzling fiction after another to account for the disap: pearance of her flance, No one can find the heart to suggest to her what every one firmly Ddelieves—that he has dee serted her and fled to America, “Your countrymen are not exactly martyrs to city?" I questioned Canon Hannay. “The Irish are ali pragmatist he laughed. “The pragmatist be- Meves that truth and utility are identical. So does the Irishman. ¥f the truth is not useful to him it ts not the truth, Ho strives to please. “Therefore, he's a delightful person to have for a neighbor,” his Gerenées finished, loyally. “Life in an Irish con iuaity. im mice! weet and peacenil, shouldn't want to live anywhere else.” ‘And I'm sure that ten't one of Canon Ha Where _th the High-Salaried Women of Wall Street Lunch street and their sunch room. There are women im Wall you know; round or sailor collar, coat and skirt of some dark goods and a black velvet hat with @ perky feather. The day of that abomination unto beauty, the linen shirtwaist with the siiff white collar and cuffs, {s over. But though the col- lars are low and confortable, in the Rest-a-While Tea Room there Is no undue decolletese. The girls eat in leisurely, datny fashion. The range of prices is such that an excellent meal, including des- sert and coffee, can he obtained for 89 cents, ‘The checks 1 y range trem & to % cents, and nearly every girl at least a nich Who's who? V re's Miss Rod- den and Miss Ba om the Equity able Trust Co Miss J. Jordan and Miss I, Schre:bek from the Cote ‘olina Young from the Produce Exchan from the Coffee Ix from Harris, Porte hue fr seven or women from the a number from Ku al from sult et lawye nts finn, K Exelan “Do we lt hue to 1 she owl & Co.; weve & Cromwell, Wall eal fom August snd 4 g0up from the D repeated Mise Dona- Worl reporter. certalaly clicking @ type- 9 writer social, t And it’s never lets ces us combinag There's no place girl stay lonely, She around and acts as a chaperon and mother, Ake thisi"" '