The evening world. Newspaper, November 25, 1913, Page 21

x BY ‘‘S’Matter, Pop?’’ AWK! what THa Dine Dine? Cyril Maude Scores Again in “Grumpy.” BY CHARLES DARNTON. 1 A= watching him as the old seadog in ‘Beauty and the Barge” and then CAN Yousrawe seeing him as the old watchdog in “Grumpy” at Wallack's last night, it must be said that Cyril Maude is the finest character actor England has gent us since John Hare, » In these days of over-exploited “personalities” it ie both a relief and a joy f wee an actor who knows how to sink himself in the part he is playing. Have uu ever stopped to think how seldom you eee this dificult trick turned? In his aceful curtain speech—and I've grown to believe that curtain speeches are made in Eng Maude referred to three characters in which he has ap- ared here as his youth, his middle-age ang his old age. On our part we rht gladly add that growing old with Mr. Maude ts altogether delightful. He quite the liveliest and most wide-awake character on the stage last night en as the grumpy ol4 lawyer who had retired to his easy chair he turned ive and traced a stolen diamond of fabulous value by following a hai that served as a thread to tle a camelia {nto the button-hole of the villain who thruat his arm through a door, turned off the lights and then laid low, in fight in the dark, the youth who w: carrying the precious jewel to London. ‘Unilke the euphonious authors, Horace Hodges and T. Wysney Percyval, I haven't time to repeat the story again and again. They dragged it out into four acts when they might easily have put ft Into three. But truth comp me to say that “Grumpy” ts an ol fashioned play. The same might be said of classics—but not all old-fash- toned plays are classics. Those camelias and that hair! “Camille” couldn't had more, and Bernhardt might have died two or three times before the Plot was unravelled. The sword of Damocles isn't to be compared with the guapense that hung on Susan's hair. And Susan was merely a housemaid With @ good figure that attracted the youth who was loaded down with the {mmense diamond. A glance showed Susan to have possibilities, yet grant- Cyril Maude as Grumpy. ing that her hair was all her own, no man could have dreamed that one single strand of this crowning glory would stretch through four acts, Everything else was very casual and eketchy, so fer as the story went. But the grouchy old party called “Grumpy” wi.. not sketchy, and once Mr. Maude knew which way the hair was blowing he followed it with an unerring instinet. He stormed and rumbled and grumbled and occasionally he snored softly while pretending to be asleep, but he always had one eye open to the n&ir wound about that long-suffering camelia. He played a man so old that he had to be helped to bed, yet he kept us wide awake with a thoroughly! human character, shrewd, testy and as individual as a pair of carpet slippers. 1 might ge on talking about this interesting, lovable oki \udger until your bedtime, but to save time I advise you to turn tn at Wallack’s, To be absolutely frank, 1 feel that you owe It to yourself to see Cyril Maud Aaag Wt SYNOPSIS OF And don't overlook Miss Maud Andrew, who ts a Susan to make merr: rea ove ae a 'Y | eanstorium, dic Andrews of us all. It's not so much her figure as the way she wears it—myi | msrmsite simetut tina sr the place wi eye! Miss Margery Maude is attractive, though {t must be confessed she | {unten wii! @peaks too much in the accents of a cuckoo clock. Fverything aside, she ought te be very proud of her father, who scores again in a character that stands out in the light of @ real creation, Forbes-Robertson’s Shylock. HAT fine intelligence that Forbes-Robertson brings to every role he plays ‘s what makes hfs Shylock worth while. If you should happen to go to-night to the Shubert Theatre, where “The Merchant of Venice” will again welcome your ducats, watch this actor in the trial scene. Never! mind that familiar scene with Tubal, which is accepted as the because tradition has made it eo, Actors may mouth it and parrots repeat it, but a new idea 1s worth more than all the old saws of the stage that have grown iatolerably dull through constant use. It is In the trial scene that Forbes-Roberteon makes Shylock something of his own, something different from the Shylocks that have glared and threat- ened and muttered till we know them all by heart. I don't mean to say tha: Forbes-Roberteon's ts a great Shylock, that it rises like a new sun above the dramatic horizon. But {t fs @ Shylock true to itself, defying the conventions aan oF ey duce ia ick, takit tile the lees an friend named Barnes returning ta. the the real Dick with Pasty J it way tor atone charse of the hole: 5 ul y jet this br Die! b & dwertod iy Sidon Piers clash. haa prepared for th (Coutioued,) effect. Study him for a moment there at one side of the etage—good taste and intelligence keep him from the centre—and you will see that he acts as he believes. He is the Ji intent upon every turn of the ec for or against him, never the mere actor eager to count the applause of his audience, You throw him a glance now and then as you would if you were one of a crowd im @ courtroom, and when it {s all over you realize he has not tried to attract Poor ttle chap’ was playing in th Lim—not because 1 Sport, Minnie, but to kill something. well, attention to himself. otters {pee It te the trial acene as Forbes-Robertaon figures tn it that gives the per-| “Never in my iif formance at the Shubert Theatre the value of sincerity. The Portia of Miss | fod or sport, th blood -lust!"* Gertrude Elliott has something of the girlish quality of her Cleopatra, and the other members of the cast make very bed work of their rolean Betty Vincent's Advice to Lovers {was feeling bad anyhow | i# business. ‘acted as he had that weeks ago, Should I accept this in: Her Picture. “8. B." writes: ‘I was recently tn- Feduced te @ young man who works {Wthe same office with me and who| “B. G.” writes: “I am tn love with a frequently sees me home He has|Young women, and though we are| asked for my picture. Is it proper for'fmiendiy I have never apoken to ‘her me to give it to himt” |more than @ few minutes at @ time and You would better wait till you have|"ave never taken her out. Would it known him a ittle longer. be proper for me to ask her to @o to vitation or walt for another one?” 1 gee no ceason for your watting. kes; hou: the theatre?” chat teenie Senet “D, 3." writes! "A young lady In| 1 don't eee why not. There alweys|inen'a good Siled mo te cal) op her edous Cour) has to 00 © Gret ime, 3 weulda’t bring ‘worried over the ning, one of 8 wrince, Minnie learns as the "wee! at Wiel (Copyright, 1912, by Bobbs-Merril Oe.) PRECEDING CHAPTERS. of," owner of a iniveral spring \@8, leaving the establishment to bis addition that Dick alter the Temaia there continuously found, aud establ He installs am eccentric . he exclaimed. snow, and I killed wanted food bec So | asked him how long [he thought people would stay and a a hie te elued , Minete ie ie core ‘icn tor, \weael om naforium. rhe ‘prince, tim in inwaid, arrives, net af food, couple In the CHAPTER XV, the ‘the gpring house ah eilg the Sety is eth worried over hls 8 rosehing: weeort SK hae been Piece mers, which Minnis ‘ehack, vanishes, The Prince, With Apologies. that so often make Shakempeare a duty rathor than a pleasure, and this truth Pieri Me ae ne shines from the actor's eyes and lurks with him in the background of the with the gun across his scene that counts for most in the present production. Forbes-Robertson in- knees and stared at the rab- dulges in none of those extravagances so dear to the actor who thinks more bit, of himself than he does of the play. He doesn't play to the gallery, and| “I'd thank you to take that messy moreover he doesn't play for sympathy, in spite of all the advertising to tiia| thing out of here,” { told him, e 1 had ‘IT hope you don't have those attacks He looked at the rabbit he anawered, “For ‘a different, He got up and put the + and I saw he looked but— Minnie,” nobody oust if he weld that ‘a sanatorium was @ place where the man who rune it can't afford to have Mikes and dii that for my part 1} rather he'd get rid of pointed it away from the in to wit around and let his mind explode and kill all our prospects, T told him, too, to remember that ne kicked a Why, if I wanted to Gog in condition, Minnie, nim bere” WAT, HERE COME 3: THE oP Tims. I'M SURE GAL To AsHow AND 5 ESTTA MEET A.cuY ON BUSINESS ! "No," L retorted, “you'd snut him in an old out oven and give him @ shoe to chew, and he'd come out In three days frisking and happy. But you can't do that with people.” “Why not?" he asked. “Although, of the supply of out ovens and old Tnwald goes.” I went on, not your affair or mine. If Miaw Patty's own father can't pre- » Why should you worry about “Procisely,” he agreed. “Why should aa I dp, Minnie-that's the devil “There are plenty of nice girlie” 1 Rested, fecling rather sorry for him re there? Oh, I dare na: He stooped and picked up his rabbit. “Stralght through the head; not @o bad 4, for twilight. Poor little chap!" He sald good night and went out, tak- ing the gun and the rabbit with him, and T went into the pantry to Anish straightening things for the night, In a few minutes I heard voices in the other room, one Mr. Pierce's, and one vith a strong German accent When was that?” Mr. von Inwald’s A vear am, in Vienna.” “Where “At the Bal Tabarin, You were in a loge. The man [ Was with told me wo the woman was, It was she, T think, who suggested that vou lean over the sala Mr. von Inwald ered, “Ah. yer, T recal =I was with—the lady was red-haired fa {t not? And it was @he who desired ma!'=--= You leaned over the rail and poured head Tt wan very armed." remember it was a ¢ wine on my ‘The-lady w “L recall it perfectly. 1 that I did tt under protest very fine wine, and expensive.” i) alse recall.’ wald Mr Per “that because vou were because you were with a woman. [could not return y compliment. But I demanded the priv Vege at mme future date when you were alone. “It is a pity." replied Mr “that now, when T am alone, no wine!” “No, there te no wine, agreed slowly, “but ther T opened the door a of them started. von Inwald was standing with his arma folded, and M Plerce had one arm raised holding up a ginws of spring water, In another sec- ond it would have been in the other man’s face. @1 over to Mr. Plerce and took # out of his hand, and hie ex- n was funny to see. been looking everywhere for that T sald. "s got to be washed. Mr. von Inwald laughed and picked up oott hat trem the table, turned a glass funny. with a von Inwald, there = Mr. Pleree t and both RRR IY gy The trees Publishing Co. MRA RETR, The Evening World Daily Magazine: Tuesday, N Be a (The New York brani round at the door and looked back at Mr. Pierce, atill laughing. ‘Accept my apologies! he said. “It Was such a fine wine, and so expensive.” ‘Then he went out. CHAPTER XVI. Stop, Thief! WAS pretty nervous when 1 took charge of the news stand that evening. Amanda King had an appointment with the dentist and had left every- thing topay-turvy, | wane still atraight- ening up when people began to come ‘alked over to the news stand, and she'd cut the white yoke out She of her purple ailk. looked very dinner to-night, “We didn't wa have # wrong idea of Am especially after Mr. Carter's ridiculous conduct this afternoon, and | wonder if you'll be sweet enough to start the phonograph In the orchestra gallery as we go In—something with dignity, you know—the wedding march, or the over+ ture fr Aida. Alda’ 1% cracked,’ 1 nal: “and as far as I'm concerned Mr. Inwald can walk in to hie meals without music, or starve to death waiting for the band.” short! Hut she got the phonograph any- d put the elevator boy in the with it, Nhe picked out some things by Caruso and Tetragsini and piled them on a chair, but James had ings to himself up there, and played The Spring Chicken” through three times durin dinner, with Mins Cobb aring at the gallery urtil the back of her neck ached aod the dining-room girls waltzing In with the polkalng out. Mr. Mooay came out when dinni Was over in # fearful rage and tr t ews sta dishes and One of your ideas, T suppose.” he asserted, “What sort of 4 might am £ going to have after wing food to ragtime, with my Jaws doing a skirts dance? Why in heaven's name couldn't you Nave had something slow, Ike Handel's ‘Largo.’ If vou've got to have muste?” Hut dinner was over fifteen minutes nooner than usual. James cake walked everybody out to "My Ann Elizer,” and Mins b was mortified to death ‘Two or three things happened that nignt. For one, | got a good look at Misa Julia Summers, was light ed and weil fl with an uMly low-necked dress with the yoke collar, if she had @ whe didn't show it “Hallo! she cried, looking at my hair; “ere you selling tobacco bere OF ase FOU broken heart World.) Oo a) JIMMINY KRiTH MUTH ov embe t 2 5 S22 Baw B . 1918 C. M. Payn od-y- Now YA Him ON-THE NEXT CORNER AND ILC KNow HER BY GE LONG FEATHER. IN d HER HAT - LL FAIRLY upright plano with @ hand-embretdered cover and ® combination ash and chgar- ette tray gust to the east of the main track can alwaye ee worked for an engagenent ring with @ bine-whito stone, no matter whether mother has one daughter or two, or pairs or sets. Music hag deen the great popular coauer ever since the Siren Gisters de- gan taking club rate lessons in voice culture to fit themselves for choir work. Tt with remembered that there were three of those girle—a bionde, brunette and a cute little thing called Petty. ‘One was a meszo-noprano, another was & 20-80 contralto and the third sang in & sort of a skeleten night key as she busted herself about the house. One of her west pieces wan ‘Home ta where the heart je," and an her heart was elwaye in her work ¢! used to Joke her cruelly and say she must be living In the workhouse, But that 's Bietery. Let's get back to the plano. With Marguerite nicety smoothed out Defore the ivories and sort of trolling for base with her jewolled left and ekip- ping gayty with her right In and out among the whites and diecke for the real heartborn effects, there will be no need of gtue or an aacher for George. He will etick. Keeping one eye on her oarrette and the other on the score board, he can be | Waiters Had Net Aged. 7", B hed just reached the phitmophical stage | wow be tinned tate 0 restourens tetecee Dare for a bit to ent, I spf @aring eheed, quietly thoughtf 1 waited, Tt is admitted be did come waiting, too, What happened to bie omfer coulda’? Be understood out- ite the pecullpr evavelutions of © semtauraat Aiteben, but be epent half em hour aitting there staring aheed of him, ‘At lest it come, AD her head. “I am employed as the ex- Hngulsher of gay guests.” he said, smiling. ‘I'm some. “You don't took @ day older Buppose 11 Magenine, T watch thi es Anticipation. wool In my al i thee ua, do 00k pate and this, Well, ahe was too oheerful to be angry A aut wrong, Bil? Bea ill, with, So she stayed around for a while, | pa’ and {t was amazing how much tobacco! I sold that evening, Men who uauaily bought tobles bought the best cisare, WU) paged @ horny bead sqm bie brew, ant when Mr. Jennings came up, scoWi~ | ny te enewered, “I ale't bewe 1 tng, and I'd handed him the brand he'd oo so from in the morving (ill amoked for years, she took one, cHDped | the end of it as near ag a fingernail, and gave ft to him, holding up the! Nahte m night, ond cmly one hour's rest, Think of going to amoke yet roman, he said, glaring at oe a only emtied. j ‘ him? Too much fas! an aerer ane onle n “Wat!” He laughed, “Too much feast! some diaerimi- those waiting hungrily until nating smoker would ‘buy one and baht It, T love the aroma And he stood there for thirty standing mostly on one foot on account of the gouty one, puffing like a lecomo He's got am pretty a case of Indi tion am I've seen for some time, I giving a demonstration that's al trical. nost although I argued that it wa pos- tive, with her sniffing at the a and telling hin bow lonely she tere with no se, and Re Wanted lpecse thiencs around and recovering from a 1 uldn't kmow one if a revere itne At S o'clock he had Mra. Witching bring him hia far-lined® oat and he and Mes Julla took Ara bell for a walk on the the dox, ran an red in In my ‘The reat of the evening wae quiet, ana Ae Pounded ') and pos ¥ we couldn't find a key to fit It, And when I suggested mustard and warm water he jumped at the idea, “Fine,” he sald. “Better let me dish he tol her something—not all-—of the woene in. the spring-house. Vor she passed Mr. Plerce at the foot of the stairs on her way up for the night and out the epring-water and you take my she pretended net to nes him, He stood vt, ake my Aisgeye ‘ Mood job! Lead on, MacDuff, to the kitchen, Tel A Hae eer ee nen We Uptoed. into the ecullery in the Just then somebody knocked a down in the kitchen and it hit atove below with a crash, Whoever, was there swore, and it War not Fran- T thought hin eye nat minute Senator Bi ve-cont cigars keep the hange from cols, who expresses hie feelings mostly a wurprined at the in French. This was English. that [ forget Miss Patty entirely Dr. Barnes happened to touch my ‘Aba@ut {2 o'clock, just after T went te hand and he patted it as if to tell me ny room, somebody knocked at the not to be frigh Then he crept wor When T opened, the new doctor toward the scullery door and waited thi It swung open slowly, but he waited until (t closed again and man was in the room. Then he yelled and fumped was standing in the hall m sorry to @laturh you," he sald, but nobody werma to know where the and I'l) have to get pharmacy clerk some medteine.” and there was the sound of a fall, “If Pd had my way, we'd have had @ could hardly atrike the match—I was bell on that pharmacy clerk long ago, mbling #@—but when I did there was getting my keys “Who's Mr Dick lying flat on the floor and the itting on him. The big man,” he replied, “Bigge ie = "Mr. Die I gasped, and dropped hia name, | think, @ Se the match. ‘Something hit met" Br, Dick said feediy, ant when I hed got a candle Nghted and had expiained to Dr. Barnes that 1t wae a mistake he got off him and Pos | t been natured said, als evening, What's the motte: WHR ic btm up Ma was as ‘He hasn A Lectare for Women and Giris Oniy, Dehwered Before the O-anse ‘biessom Seciety. =—_—=— By Elsa Crosby. see Copgright, 1913, by ‘The Press Publish ing Co, (The New York Kveutag World), trusted to turn the music just as if he you leve me Mollie Darling?’ ‘were doing It for pay and hold steady in ‘“THitchy Koo.” {The Day’s Good Stories OMAT TER POP one place until she ie ready to hold handa, Ami if George io in charge of whe Mechanical department, with his feet piled one on top of the other on the loud peda! and tearing off vard after yard of the real goods tn two, four, a= time or ewifter, nothing except a sud@en voice out of the darkness or a yank at the doorbell will make Marguerite he will rest on her arm lovingly om the nearest shoulder and brand and ger- fume George's blue eerge with imported flesh tint, and during one of the pien- iwaime refrains their hearts will be found to be tn perfect unison. Then is her time. Tf whe Is clever for her age and fel- lowe mother’s oft-repeated advice she can land him without calling for a n by wetng the leng-drawn sigh and the half-Nelson modified for amateurs and the parlor. Next morning she can spend the entire Gay sending out the gind secret on pic- ture post cards, reading the lingerie ada, and avoiding the dishes and the ironing, Muasle just gets them going nowadays the same as it id when and Jack Romance |e keeping steady company with ragtime emi the engagement of love and lyrtw was announced some time ago. Rice is strewn all the way from “De Geasget'' inquired tar. “Why do you ohep Bevo yes “ WATS the idea, Wo wrestincion down this chomp treet sartning agvines cherry trem!" "No, afe,”” No, oir. “Doteg thie for o moving gietare eencgrat” “By me mena,” “T deft « at the epring and when [ went back It was time they expected their supper they sew @ man carry @ Basket stealthily through the anow to the deer park. 1t wae twilight, but they watched him fram the window and he put the bas- ket through the barbed wire fence and then crawled after it. Just inside he eet down om a log and apeni: dasket began to eat. He was still when it got too dark to see him. our dinner,” he finished nope he choked to deati ea chuckled. “He didn’ he sald, “hut he's got the worst case of ndigestion in even counties. Well, 1 got the mustard and water ready, with Mr. Dick standing by hoping Mr. Rigen would die he got it, and then I filled for the shelter house. I put out the light and he took the basket and etarted out, but he came beck in @ hurry. “There's somebody outside he said. I went to the door with: and listened. v4 ‘The sooner the better,” Mike was saying. “I'm no good while I've gat it on my mind.” And Mr. Thodurn: ‘Te-merrow le to goon; they're not in the meed yet Pom bape the day after. I'D lat you kaw.” $ — . \ (le Se Gontanséd ore) j |