The evening world. Newspaper, November 28, 1913, Page 27

‘*S’Matter, Po “Hop o’ My Thumb” Will Tide Kiddies Over the Holidays. ; BY CHARLES DARNTON, F only Hop were here to perch on the top of the column rule and teil you ail about his wonderful adventures! But he isn’t, I've just looked in iny Inkwell—not a sign of him! And he isn't stuck in the mucilage pot, It's no Uuse—we'll have to get along as best we can without hin. First of all, in spite of the name, there's nothing small about “Hop o' My Thumb,” that came to the big Manhattan Opera House all the way from London just about the time Lucy the cook was putting the Thanksgiving turkey to bed tm the icebox. There were miles and miles of scenery that seemed to hark back to Drury Lane, and stacks and stacks of actors who didn't. For my part, I @hould haye liked the pantomime better if {t had been as English as a plum Pudding. But, anyway, there was little Tris Hawkins, the #ixty-pound English actress, and she more than mace up in quality what she lacked in quantity. Yet there should be a great deal more of her than the authors have allowed for—ther no denying that. Give if a chancé whe could easily make Hop the half-brother of Peter Pan, for she's as clever us a tree-toad, she sings like @ cricket and dances as lightly as a leaf when the breeze is playing a tune. Very neat and Hvely is Miss ‘Awkins, with a wistful pinch of a face and a Dlaintive note in her voice that makes your collar feel a bit tight for you. ‘There was nothing quite so good at the opening performance as this little lady's dance with our huge friend, De Wolf Hopper, who caught her up at the end and carried her off on hig shoul- der. Hop and Hopper made @ pair that ought to make the success of “Hop o° My Thumb.” Both big and little folk @re sure to like them immensely, Hop- per was funny In his own way a King who had lost his memory, but Who, unfortunately, remembered some; of the things Sydney Rosenfeld had written in @ stupid attempt to “Amer- " the piece, Some of these t to music by Manuel Politics got into one of them, | | Klein, Possibly because Mr. Rosenfeld remem- dered that twenty-five years ago a top-| ‘al song Wasn't considered complete unless tt had a dash of politics, There was also some dreary, unsuitable non-| sense about eugenics that should be/ thrown to those dogs that tag in after | the hairless monarch. Tammany and| ugenics are not stuff for the kiddies. | And “Hop o' My Thumb” will tide the| Kiddies over the Christmas holidays very nicely, though for thelr sake the whole affair should be more in the spirit of childhood. The story is in- terrupted so frequently that no child could be expected to follow it. If not Haat da Woods, little Hop ts cer- tainly lost sight of fo re at a stretch, There are times when you wonder whether ne bie Ay brothers haven't strayed to New Rochelle to play with the Seven Little Foy: vw) And what a help Eddie would be to Hop! Austin and Wills are euch comedians that they almost bring tears to the eyes. Guinag might at least in from recalling their past in vaudeville, while the Young woman's song concerning the girl who has her living to make is not oniy out of place but fearfully tiresome, In fact, {t's all rather dull until Mr. Hopper beging his clowning in the second act, and I shouldn't be surprised if he were ast to work eariler in the evening before he's many weeks older. The gerform- ence does wake up in a way at the end of the first act, when a hundred or more atatues come to life and go dancing about the garden, though they're naturally @ rather ¢old and stony lot, excopt the short-lozged statuette, These young. Bters delighted the big audience on Wednesday night. But most statuesque of all was Flavia Acaro as the Amber Witch, with a biood-curdiing ery: that only Marie Dressler could equal. We've known for some time, of course, that Miss Acaro has a vaice, but her other possessions como as @ pleasant surprise. Viola Gillette .!so has the figure and the spirit for the prince who must always look well in tights, and Eva Falion {s charming and dainty and sings very prettily as the maid who comgs out with the moon, A more ferocious and voracious Ogre than Albert Hart makes couldn't be imagined by @ small boy who has gone to bed with a man's-sized dinner on his con- ectence, It's interesting to watch the two high-flying falties who ewing out through an opening in the curtain to let you know what is going to Paeppen, but the crude English of the one whose overhead light failed to shine on her firat appearance took all the poetry out of her lines. To be absolutely practical and Mkewise fair to the producers of the panto- mime at the Manhattan, “Hop o' My: Thumb" {8 a great big show for the money and will no doubt be much better when the managerial Ogre who eats bad actoré and authors gets busy with his carving knife. | i { “De Wolf Hopper as King of Mnemonica. Tris Hawkine as Hop o’ My Thumb. 4 Both they and Miss Texas Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers reasonable pettisiness from her. But The Cranky Lover. He ‘ isn't It rather cowardly to annoy per- BABLY tho cheerfulest, happiest! sons who y: @vcasional moots of ill temper or] Why, if you must be nasty to some on gloom, But there is one thing I think do you not select a man or woman who mo “blue” or vexed person has a right| will give you as good as you send? to do, and that is to! It's absolutely unfair to be horr® to | wreak his bad hu-|the persons closest to you just because mor on the person} you know they'll stand it for whom he cart! An Unchaperoned Secre-! most, ‘Through some cur- tary. ous perversity this! “B. P." writes: “I am employed occurrence 18 fre-| stenographer and secretary in a small quent. Perhaps It !s | town, and my employer's businems necea- because young vitates our appearing in public together @ great deal, Ie it improper for me to man knows that his flancee or bride will | go about with him unchaperoned?* endure his grum-| Most certainly not, since you are bual- biings, whereas a! ness associates, jens loving listener 7 would elther send] "“E, ©." writes: “I am deeply in love The Evening World D | ease by BobbeMerrill Co.) BENOPSS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS, K jd Doctor," owner of « mineral epring Sanatorium, ‘dies, ebving the establishment to) bis Scapegrace’ grandson Dick on condition that Dick take charge of the place within one week alter the fuherat and remain there continuously for the uext two months, But Dick cannot be found, Minnie, the red-haired girl in charge of the spring house (who tell the story), t¢ much worried over his ab. sence, She de also ‘worried over the approaching mariage of Vatty Jennings, ‘of the resort tuests, to & prince," Minuie'learne ast) of grace draws near an en) that Dick fen Ob 8 train with a pretty girl, Allan Pierve comes to the sanatorium dead. broke through « ure, "Minnie and. Dick's Telatives. tn: to, etay for @ ‘aad ‘impereonate t of eng hdlehinent uo. Ve anal, ‘eccentric a named Barnes Minnie, fevurping tothe 1 aight, finds wth Patty deaminase ee ° he Guces thein to ide (n'a deserted ehack, They Juita Summer tango to stay there for the ume, ick for breach Fens, Ww him, CHAPTER XVIII. Miss Cobb's Burglar. WENT to bed early that night, What with worrying and be- ing alternately chitted by tramping through the snow and roasted as if 1 way sitting on a voleano with an eruption due, I was about all in. We'd been obliged to tell Mrs, Sam about the Summers woman, and I had to put hot flann on her from nine to ten, She wax quieter w T left her, but, as 1 told Mr, Sam, it was the stillness of despair, not resignation. I guess it was about four o'clock In the morning when a hand slid over my faee, and T eat up and yelled, The hand covered my mouth at that, and something long and white and very thin beside the bed said; “Sh! wor heaven's sake, Minnie!” It was Miay Cobb! It was lucky I came to my senses when I did, for her Kneds gave way under her just then and she doubled up on the floor beside the bed with her face in my comfort I lighted a candle and aet it on a chair beside the bed and took a god look at her. She was shaking all over, which wasn't atrange, for I sleep with my window open, and @he had a key in she gasped, holding out the Minnie, wake the house and get him, but, oh, Minnle, for heavens oak ve my reputation!” ‘Get who?’ I demanded, for I saw it was her room key, “I have Been coming here for ten years,’ @ groaned, out of the com. fort; ‘and now, to be bancied about vith @ girl, but her parents object to me, What can I do to win thelr favor?” First find the reason for their objec- tion, Thea ¢ry to anewer ewey-or scold hin. Perhaps a girl Le day has gone wrong realizes that the young man who !s her humble ser- went wil “take” any amount of un- by the cold breath of scandal." ¥ ahook her by the shoulder. “The cold breath you are raving about Is four degrees below zero. If you can't tell me what's the matter 3 we BY uw BY w It Can’t Be Done! JkWow war (LL HAVEL FoR HoRACES LINeH! (LL WARM OVER SOME OF TWAT “TURKEY FOR mM — oH EINES. Vim going back to bed an cover my eat. : She got up at that and stood awaying, with her nightgown flapping around her like a tent, "I have locked @ man in the room," the declared in a terrible voice and collapsed into the middle of the bed. Well, T leaned over and tried to tell her she'd made a mistake. ‘The more T looked at her, with her hair atanding straight out over her head, and her camuria nightgown with @ high collar and long aleeves, and the hump on her nose where her brother Willle had hit her in childhvod with a baseball bat, the eurer I waa that somenody had made @ mistake—likely the man. Now there's two ways to Nandle a situation like that: one of them ts to rouse the house-and many a good sanatoriuin has been hurt b9 @ scandal and killed by a divorce; the other wa: is to take one strong man who hold hie tongue, find the gullty perso and send him @ fake telegram the nel morning that his mother ts sick, I'v done that more than onee, T sat down on the side of the bed and put on my slippers, What did he look “Could you see him?” I asked. ol=not ; and think he sald, 1 and rather leome. That st of 9 dog must got In my room and was asleep the bed, for it awakened ine | was larg ere Was nothing in that to make me nervous, but It did. Ag 1 pat on ny kimono [ was thinking pretty hard, T could not wake Mr. Pleres by knocking, 80 T went in and shook hin He was sound asleep, with his arms over Ms head, and when 1 caught hie shoulder he just took my and and, turning over, tucked {t under his and went asleep again. ‘Mr, Plerce! Mr. Plerce'"* wakened a little at that, but enough to open his eyes. He know that the hand wasn't hie, how- ever, for he Kissed it, And with that I slapped him and he wakened. He lay there blinking at my candle and then he yawned, “Mush have been ashieep,” he said, and turned over on hty other side and ehut his eyes. It as two or three minutes at least I had him eitting on the side of with a blanket spread over his 1 Was telling him about Mies ‘Miss Cobb," he said. "Oh, heavens, ine, tell her to go back’ to bed." yawned, “If there's anybody there it's a mistake, I'm eleepy. What time fs 10?" “I'm not going out of this room until you get up.” I declared grimly. "Oh, vary well,” he eald, and put his fort back into bed. “If you thinie I'm wolng to wet up while you're bere''— aily Magazine, Friday, No RANE ROO RNOOH ES | LOLOOOOO DE: Sree 1913, by The Press Publishing tee ‘New York ‘We w PARR EE BID RARITIES ry of America's) By Mary Roberts Rinehart —=athor of VORVEN AVE? —— Where There’s a Will ["azunnrise3 fame” | After he seemed pretty well wakened 1 went out. I waited in thi room and I heard him growll put on his clothes, When he however, he was more cheerfu stopped in the hall to fish a case out ‘8 dressing-gown pocket and cigarette. "he sald, “Forward, the Ii But"—he stopped. armed! Shall 1 corkscrew? “You needn't come in,” he whispered. “Ten to one she dreamed it, bat If she didn't you're better outside. And what- ever you hear, don't yell. I gave him the key and he fitted it qutetly In the lock, Arabella, just in- aide, must have heard, for she snarled But the enarl turned into yelp, as ff she'd heen suddenly kicked. Mr. Pierce, with his hand on the kmob, turned and looked at me in the candie Nght. ‘Then he opened the door. Arabella gave another yelp and rushed out; she went between my feat Ike @ shot and almost overthrew me, and when I'd got my balance again I looked into the room, Mr, Pierce was at the y, staring out, and the room was taking =my arm. d brigade! we are un- jet the patent folding The idiot!" Mr. Pleree watd. "If tt hadn't been for that snow-bank! Hore, ive me that candle!” Ho stood there waving It In circles, but there was neither sight nor sound ow. After a minute Mr, Plerce put the window down and we stared at the room, Ail the bureau drawers were out on the floor, and the lid of r Miss Cobb's trunk was open and tray upset, But her ilver-backed rush was still on the bureau and the ring the insurance agent had given her lay 4 it. We brought her back te her room, and she didn't know whether to be ppy that she wag vindicated of mad t the state her things were in, ucked her up in bed after she'd gone ‘over her belongings and Mr. Pierce had ouble-locked the window and gone out, he drew my head down to her and her eyes were fairly popping out of her head, “T feel as though I'm going crasy, Minn * she whispered, “but the only things that are gone are my letters from Mr, Jones, and—my black woollen tigntat? CHAPTER XIX. No Marriage in Heaven. SLEPT late the next morn ing, and when I'd hed breakfast and waded to the e@pring house it was nearly 9. It was still snowing, and no papers or mal) had got through, although th wires were still in fair working order Aa 1 Goundered out 14 thought 2 vem ave @aw somebody slink around the corner of the spring house, but when I got there nobody waa in sight. I was on my knees in front of the fire- place, raking out the fire, when I heard the door close behind me, and when I turned, there stood Mr. Di muffled to the neok, with his hat) almoat over his face. | "What the deuce kept you #o late thie morning” he demanded tn @ sulky | votes, and limping over to a table h wa package out of his pocket and slammed tt on the table. \ “I was up half the night, an ueual,’ I eatd, rising. “You oughtn't to be here, Mr. Dick!” He caught hold of the rail around ring and, hobbling about, dropped a chair with a groan For two cents,” he declared, “I'd chop @ hole tn the toe pond and drown myself, There's no marriage in heaven.” “Thai's no argument for the other I answered, and stopped, star- pulling something out of at pocket, an inch a time. aven's sake, Minnie,” ho ex clalined, “return this—this garment to whornever tt belongs to! He handed it to me, and it wan Mise ef ¥ black taht, 1 stood and “And then,” he went on, reaching for the package fr the table, ‘when you've done that, rdturn to ‘Hinkle’ these iet- 8 from her Jonesie He took the mewapaper off the bundlel then, and T saw it was wrapped with a lavender ribbon. [wat down and gazed at him, fascinated. Ha was the sad dest-eyed piece of remorse I'd seen for a long time, you've got your breath “he sald febbly, “and » would you mind tak the floor mop and hitting me a fe cracks? Only not on the right leg, Minnle—not on the right leg 1 tanded t night; its twisted like @ stand and stare," he con- Unued, irritably, when L didn't make @ move; “at least get that-that infernal black garment out of sight. Cover it with the newspaper. And if you don't belleve that a sWert-faced young girl ike my wife has a wickedness and suspicion, whelter-house this morning." “So it was you!" 1 gasped, putting the out to the newspaper over the tights, “Why In the e of peace did you jump out the window, and what did you want with--with these thing He twisted around in bie chair to tare at me, and then stooped and olutched frantically at his leg, as if for inspiration “Want with those things’ he snarled “I guppose you can't understand that @ wan Wight wake up im the middle of ber 28, 1915 Mevboclbordoodorand yc. M.P MODERN ayne a % Yes, un DouBrenny ! ff MusT Be GREAT ToDE A Stout “PARSON ALONG ABOUT THANKS6IVIN, AN CHRISTMAS! MAMMA A Lecture for Women and Girls Oniy, Delivered " & & Before the Orange Blossom Society & & By Elsa Copmnamt, 191 OMEN are no longer growing old in the old-fashioned way ‘They are growing young In the new-fashioned way When a woman finds her- self in the Immediate neighborhood of thirty . under the modern rule the alarm goes off and she faces about and skips back, On the way she moets daughter just entering the first jap of her teens. Mother and sis embri and, having Ue same 1 Ideals of life, they lnk arma and become con- fdentlar hens, ‘The buds 0 and the debutantes of December, re In pretty much the sane class When It comes to being up to date Women who havo celebrated thelr sil- ver weddings and learned all the latest steps in tango bring home 7% per cent. of the euchre prizes and special supper ateing, They always have reserved @eate on the grandstand and a place tn the limousine, ‘Their names appear among those present an charming young, matrons, Two out of every three of the famous beauties have gons in school, The modern woman le always as young a# sho looks and never a min- ute older than she feels, Except as « convenience for booking engagements, the calendar has gone quite out of date and even birthdays are not nearly as important as they u If @ woman's birthday Is to ®e te: membered, the popular way ie to send her sixteen American Beauty roses. They offer no clue and are just as ape propriate for a woman of thirty aa they are for the mother of a boy who te too big for knickerbockers and abmont big enough to wear father's new line Crosby by The Prem Publithing On, (The New York Brentne World), of neckties, White hatr being as fashionable (and as expensive, too, for that matter) as & good grade of light brown or glossy chestnut, there's no way to get a line on @ Wornan's ace without being inquis- itive, And even then one Is likely to de from ten to fifteen years out of tha way. It Is @ fact not generaily known that at the last census no count was made of grandmothers, The matter was talked over and it wae decided that it would be a waste of time and money There are fewer grandpothers nowa days than ever before and, taking the town by and large, there isn't one “grauny” to the block A few years ago it wan both a cus- tom and @ habit for a woman when she approached fifty to make a flying leap Into the sere and yellow, She got hereelf @ pair of knuckle-length lace mitta, low heel, soft sole kid shoes, pinned @ 4x6 bit of old lace on her helr and, selecting @ cushioned rocker at a sunny window, eat herself down in black satin and knitted herself be- hind the thes as fast an possibie Her present-day sister is quite an- other person. Ghe wears a low neck and high heels, If there is something few and daring tn millinery she intro duces it in her neighborhood the ver, day it te placed on eale, sie ha: helped popularise the hobble and the slashed akirt. She does her shopping early, goes te the matinees and has an engagement for every evening in the week. If ahe isn’t following the crowd the crowd fe following her, Yesterday ‘and to-<morrow are not in her book she's too busy with to-day. Optimettes By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1018, by The U're Publishing Co, (The Mew York Kvening World), YNING has never been Success- fully Used Courage! 8 in dogan't Subpoena thone who Think Fatl- ure! ‘The Loser Strad- dies, tho Winner Solves! When Trouble makes the Track Heavy, try and be a "Good Mudder Walk Out, if the Hour for that has Struck—but don't Exit Limping! Wo Like to Call tt we're Slinply Scared! the Facts of Life of an Upturned Caution” when Nobody ever Saw through the Bottom Vlagon! We Laugh at the Phrase, “He would ‘heat Himself at Solitalre—but, Figure Atlvely spealdug, soine of Us Cheat Our selves even More Absurdly than that! That Next-Mornng emorse is a Sort as @ Substitute for | hears one of hie --mpioyces The Boss eays that when he Over ithely re marking, “Be Good and You'll ba Lone- somo, Do Others or They'll Do You,” and euch like, he Sends for an Auditor to Go over that Employee's Books! A Lot of us Imagine that we can Flirt with Fate—until we Get Pinched a Few Times for that Kind of Work! Hilnd—but Plain Good Moonlight! Love may be Feeling can Read by Probably the Man who Tells you that he “Has your Number" wouldn't be Able to Do um in Common Fractions, to Bave oul! “Go Down Fighting.” ‘of course— but Don't Enter the Battle with the Idea that you've GOT to Go Down! ay in the Year the so-termed stil by Folks of Ordinary Stature! Just as Well to Remember that Some. times the Standpatter Ossifies inte @ Pighead! Thought for Every “Well, it'a My Deal Myself a Good A Waking Working Day: again—-watch me | Mand!” of Mental Weiching on the Devil after — having Gamblod with him the Night] ‘The Wind on the Moorland ts Meade Mefore! Up of @ Million “It Might Have Beens!”* the night with a mad craving for a locked. Didn't I tell you she is of @ pair of black woollen tixhis, and"—— suspicious nature? She was asleep You needn't be sarcastic with me" When LT left, and mostly she sleeps all 1 broke in, "You can eave that for night. And just because she wakes your wife. T suppose you also had a when Ir nd come in wild longing for the love-letters of an thinking she's asleep, when she has one insurance agent’! eye open all the time and she sees then it dawned on me, and 1 sat what I'd never even seen myselt—that down and laug until I er! “And you thought you wer your own letters! I cried. she carries fire insurance ont Dick, Mr. Dick!" “How was I to know !t wasn't Ju— Miss Summers's room?’ he demanded angrily, “Didn't 1 follow the dratted dog? And wouldn't you have thought the wretched beast would have known me {nstead of witting on tts tall under the bed and y for mother? I gave her the dog myself, Ob, I tell you, Minnie, if 1 ever get away from this place’ — ‘You've got to get away this minute,” I broke in, remembering. ‘They'll be coming any instant now.” He got up and looked around him helplessly Where'll 1 go?" he asked, go back to the shelter-house. “T can't 1 looked et him and tried to 5 “Fact,” he said, “hard to @, but iat, Mipnis Ghe'e om Me deer ¥ J the string of that damned garment, is fastened to the hook of my shoe, me thinking all the time that the weight was because I'd broken my leg Jumping—doesn't she suddenly sit up and ask me where I've been? And I=I'm unauspicious, Minnie, by na- ture, and I said I'd been asleep, Then she Jumped up and showed me that— that thing shoe, ose things, hahging to my and she hasn't spoken to me I wish [ was dead,” And just then a dog barked outside and soinebody on the step stamped the know off his feet, We were doth pare alyzed for a moment. Julia!’ Mr, Dick white I made a leap for the door, just as the handle turned, and put my Gael cried, and weat ; ‘ cn ee erence Bee RE At