The evening world. Newspaper, December 23, 1913, Page 13

Popular @® big popular success, half afraid to eee the new? Would tha’ prove as fint as a yesterday's “extra? to our muttons? Would old fHusions Scores a Big SS Success. BY CHARLES DARNTON, LD as “The New Henrietta” eeemed in tts simple devices and its even more eimple humor, Bronson Howard’ came over the footlights at the Knickerbocker Theatre 1a) \Qo mech visor that, Judging by the cordial attitude of the audience, tt scored during and alt dgaring play! Bight with How many of us who held fast to the memory of the old “Henrietta” were it stampeding scene of the stock ticker Would Bertie the lam> bring ua back be destroyed? These questions were answered by an audience that smiled and chuckled and guffawed reminiscently, Patricia Collinge as Agni Douglas Fairbanks \ fum out of the part, the role. He hed che good eense to grizsled veteran, William H. Cra: Of course there ts no Van Alstyne, and never hi of Wall atreet than he gave ‘ast night. act he atill wore his pockets at the top of his trousers, and he thrust his hands inte them and patronized people gen- erally in the old, familiar way. Fut he relished the part was evident from way he amaeked his lps over it. fhe type remains the same, and whether you edmire old “Nick” or not—for, after all, te @ Gecidedly bumptious egotist we preven mothing #0 much @s @ ‘eheokbook—there ie no denying that here is an uncommonly good act- part, As I eaid, it was Mr, Fat who had the most diMoult task i9e to him for the : spoken for the fine comedian who ‘ives in the Rearte of those who fim es Bertte. ‘ Mies Bingham was tn fine form as Opdyke—but, epeaking of form, , oh! why, overdress it ao extrava- wf However, quite aside from the fashion in which she edorned hhereetf, Qflee Bingham scored as the wieow. Miss Patricia Collinge, who firet-came into attention with her per- er Cavin y “Phere'e—hie—<car—and—he's—in—1t"” when she rhapeodized over the villainous Turner, and the choking . Fainthearted. 1 “MM. FL" writes: ‘T have deen paying toe girl for about four months, ehe geemed to care for me, but @anged. hall I con- my affection for hert” succeeded with even more than his usual clevern I doubt if there ‘e another actor on the American stage s,p@ho could have done as much with the role, im this character he certainly) made no attempt to smite! ‘Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers | Not that “The Ni Henrietta” didn’t de erve and get appreciation! Every- be.y seemed delighted at everything~ @nd what more can any one ask for a vlay old or new? Candidly, I can’t #1 what Winchell Smith and Victor Mapes have done in the way of revision be- Yond cutting out some untimely ma- terial and ng @ filppant turn to the dialogue that. made it as modern, if not so remarkable, @s Mise Amelia Bing- ham's gowns. They've cut out—heaven alone knows why!—that line of Ber- hat used to the house in « roar: “Every fellow at the club thinks every other fellow a devil of a fellow— but he ain't." Yet Douglas Fa'rbanks, whose task as Bertie was hardest of all becauso of the memory of the late Stuart Robson's | inimitable performance, proved himself capable of creating #0 much laughter that ho suffered far less by comparison than might have been expected. Though Robson's engaging characterization was naturally missed, along with the squeak and the lisp and the stammer associated with the role in our minds, and while the young actor made Rertle a down- right fool, not to Say an imbecile, he 8 in getting @ great deal of If Mr. Fairbanks ever saw Mr. the creator play the part in his own ways and his oe) ef comedy stood him in such good stead that he gave that more or leas hard race for first plac er actor who could approach Mr, Crane as “Nick” he given a better performance of this Old Ironsides In the homeapun suit of the opening . Crane as Nicholas Van Alstyne, Amelia Bingham a Opdyke. Mra, Cornelia feet embodiment of Youth in “Everywoman,” was @ charming Agnes, though a¢ times became @ bit monotonous. She seemed almost too aimple, Bertie at the window In this atyle: But lovely and gentle and tender—yres. Gne:of.the best performances of the night was given by Lyster Chambers as he received at the hands of Mr, Crane was @0 realiatic it went straight to your collar-button, Miss Elleen Errol was painfully vociferous as Mra, ‘Turner, In fact, nearly all the members of the cast, were inclined to sbout im the beginning, but they toned down as they went along and gave the old-new play human and sympathetic treatment, him he just bows. I know of no reason for the change, How can I win his af feotions again?’ ‘There's nothing you can do, but don't wet discouraged. He may have been too busy for eocial intercourse in the last week, “H. A." write “rie Bventag Wort rece SST OK SFI CST OT wlat Teta Dine Ding -¢ S), in] T the shore of the lake Mil- A ton (Brown, complacent in ium pede and the minnow bucket of f¥aas ae -dett for his wife, the lunch basket—a slender, serious- faced woman attired in & white shirt- “Did you put im the revolver?” called the man, “Every woman should know how to use @ revolver,” pronounced Milton, Weapon from its chemols-skin case. But Milttcent’s deep blue eyes grew Uncivilizing Knickers and an old felt hat, set down the two steel fish- She came along the path from the farm house @ moment lal carrying waist and neat tailored eult which she took to be “old clothes." She nodded her big, new straw hat with its blue silk scart. leaning over the basket ehe act at hie feet and removing his newly acquired large with apprehension, Putting her hands to her ears, ahe exclaim “Now, Milton, don’t you go shoot- ing that off thin, You know it gives me earache.!" “Pehaw! cawed the man. “Just let me show you. I'm not going to shoot, Look here now. You see, you tele hold of this Httle jigger and pull up and that breake her and ejects the cartridges, Then you alip in fresh ones ike this, snap her shut, and there you are!" He alighted the biued-steel barrel tri- umphantly out over the eight peaceful miles of lake shimmering eastward de- tween dark-green slopes of Michigan woods. ‘Milton! cried his wite, “All right, all right,” he sighed, and stooping, tucked the revotver in @ cor- ner of the funch-baeket, As he straightened again and began mopping his round fece with a new bandanna handkerehtef, Millicent burst out laughing, “Don't look ge ructul, yeu ey goose! I don't have to play with your old es volver tf I don't want to, do IT” At thie the man laughed, too, and for & moment they stood beaming each other's faces, They had teen married ‘when @ young lady|two months. It was their first vacation receives @ Christmas present from a| together. friend should she open it in his prea ence?” ‘ou bring the frogs,” ordered Milton, Dimeelf selsing the basket and the pules Certainty, unless he gives it to her be-' and marching out on the narrow plank forehand and asks her to walt tf! alongside of which ¢heir skiff waited. Custetmns da, 5 "Ooo! Taay're acpaing!” ones d Daily Magazine. ne. Tuesday, December Exe APOE Coryriedt, 1918, by The Prane Publishing Co, (The New York Reening World), MMMM WARRARIRIRIK AORAI AERA HERA LETRA II IIA IORI BINH By:'C*M. “Bayne 4 WELL, 1 PROMISED THe KID A PUP FOR. XMAS AND HERE \ pet CHER HIDIN’ MY XMAS PRESENT IN THere !! Millicent Millicent, putting her face close over the perforated top of the bucket. “Of course,” chuckled Mijton, Gazing at her with fatuous delight, he helped her into the boat and got ‘her seated at the etern. ‘The ardent fisherman, strong with the enthusiasm of this first bright day in the wilds, pulled in speechless content- meat about two miles up the lake, edging more and more toward the north shore, where the bullrushes grew shickly, and whence came occasionally the :au- cous call of a margh-bird. Millicent trailed her hand in the water until ahe noticed it was beqoming threat- eningly pink then she wiped tt, and held it thereafter close in her tap, "I G0 believe there’e another boat,” ghe remarked after a long silence ‘Mitten looked, and verified the obser- vation, “It must be from Thompsonville, away up at the other end of the lake. T don’t émagine there's another soul around here. Some of those town lows probably taking @ day off.” A short time after he rounded @ shal- low point and let the boat slide into a pad @n exclamation of horror when she eaw him jab the bard of his “‘weedless” hook straight through the nose of equirming frog. "It don't hurt ‘em any,” explained Milton carelessly, ‘They're all carti- lage." And, etanding upright, be made the firat cast. The ¢rog flew In “It works fine!" solaimed, ‘Sit there now, and I'll show you how.” He handed her the rod. Miilicent’s white forehead wrinkled with care as she earnestly strove to carry out her husban Tepeated instructions, It looked so easy! She swung her arm. The frog hit the water with a splash Deside the boat, The ree! suns, and the '« Ine spun all about her In a tangled ware. “It didn't nt. Milton laughed, but tt took him five he cried in bewllder- minuten to straighten out the line on the reel. He cast again, and easily wound the frog back to the boat. Then Millicent repeated her effort; but al the frog tore from the hook, and the unweighted line wove tseif into an emasing snarl. Millicent bit her lip, * It requized $2 auinules te undo ane ” PWD | Adventures in the Wilds A City Girl’s Queer | GK UK this time, and she refused to try again. “How do you ever expect to learn?’ anded her husband somewhat sharp don't want to learn! pouted MUilt nt. “Catch your old fikh yourself, I'll watch you.” Milton argued, but Millicent was ob- uri She never did care for Ashing, anyway. So Milton cast and cast, while the sun biased hotly on the calm sur- face of the lake. After a while he rowed further around the bay, and triea the edges of the reed-beds there. Not a strike did ne get! For an hour they went on thus, almost in silence, changing the position of the boat eVery few minutes and battering the lite out of aix or eight frogs, Then Millicent sald pettishly: “There aren't any fish,” Milton looked at her with the wounded Pride of the true fisherman. “We've only just started,” he an- Mounced, He gave her the red with about eight feet of line out and the reel net, saying she might pick up something atili-fishing, She quickly tired of this, and again sat still and frowning. Ano hour Da Milli cent was at the end of her patience. ‘want to fo back,” she said firmly, “Why, we haven't had lunch yet!” “I don't care. I'm not going to alt out here in this nasty sun and burn up any longer. You can fish !f you want to, T want to back." “Just wait till we get one fish,” Dleaded Milton, “You know very well you might be here & week and not get any, You don't even know there are any.” ‘I may get a strike any minute,” re- torted her hushand “IT don't care, Milton Bnown. You can jum take me back. I gues I don't ave to sit out here if I don't want to.’ Her lip trembled an she rpoke, but the man was diind to It “I don't see why I've got to have my ation spoiled this way before it's hardly begun," he growled. “You oan Just sit there a iitte bit, It won't hurt you." Millicent looked at him in amazement @ moment, then she broke Into teal "Good Lord’ muttered Milton, laying in his roa. “Come on. We'll go baok.” Mil wiped her eves with her Ii handkerchie? for severa! minutes. Sud- a she repented. “Milton dear, I don't want to be mean, but T Just can't stand it. Put me ashore with the lunch, amd I'll wait for you" By Paul S. Mowrer Taran TOT ty Frank Mn ToT Tasreht, 112, ty Frenk A, Muneey Milton stopped rowing. He saw that she was in earnest, and nis even softened with gratitude. There'a @ pretty bank under those ping trees a little way ahead. You're @ure you don't mind? T won't be long. And then we'll have @ nice litte lungh together i the woods-eh, doatest? Just we two.” Jt was a delightful relief from the hot Diaze of the water—that qufet nook of the lonely shore in the shade of the pines, where silent warblers flitted about and woodpeckers tapped at thelr trade. Millloent watched her husband enti! the boat disappeared around a point of| reeds. He did not eeem to have caught anything, and she smiled Induigently: Presently she got out the lunch which had been carefully wrapped in napkins, end spread a cloth on the pine needles. Having made thie preliminary prepara- je walked about @ bit; but ex- nn was not practicable, as the forest of underbrush closed thtokly on ll sides, the only open ground being under the little grove of pines. Bho wished she had brought @ book Bhe was beginning to doze sound lke approaching oars She ran quickly down to A boat was, in- when a aroused her Ke of the water oming, but In it were thr nee men. It Was evident y the aame party they had passed diate earlier in the day. Sha went dick among the trees to be ont of sight, but the men had no doubt seen her, They atopped rowing, talked among themuelves, end finally ran the nose of thelr craft to the shore Just in front of her retreat, ° “Botheration!” thought Milticent “What can they want—coming here and spoiling our plonte?”’ She was not long tn finding out. The men came al thre directly toward her threugh the trees, They were not pre- poaseswing, One was small and eneer- ing, two were large, with heavy jw and low forety Millicent stood de- flantly beside the lunch-basket. “Where'd you leave it, Bult one of the big men, “Right by that tre answered the other, pointing to Millicent, so ome, indy, meld the first wald speaker. ‘'T guess that's our tunch you Bot there, ain't 117" Millicent turned white, but did not an- swer ‘Junt take tt along, Bill,” suggested the little man, showing hin teeth. . (8e Be Gentisved) Romances of Models, & “% By Famous Artists Copyright, 1918, by The Preve Publishing Co, (The New York Rrening World), PHILIP BOILEAU and the Fortune-Teller. EN or fifteen years ago,” began Mr. Phillp Bolleau, the artist, “thin block Where Tolive was very different tw ‘acter from what it ts now “Just acroas on Hroadway atoad the old Weber and Fields Musto Hall, which brought {ts habitu neighborhood, Many other places of {ntere since given way to tore !mportant busines: Rut the one haunt of all which to mY mind made the little ‘to our little block Hive was the establishment of Mme Blank. the : palmist. At the time of this story, for 25 cents, she, parted with clairvoyance enough to satiety the average egotiat “One of my ‘models, ture I have ever met, tei al Evans, the most toteresting and curious cra me to let Mme. Blank tell her fortune, To look at Crystal, to hear her voice, to follow the workings of her mind, convinced one” that she came of no nrdinary parentage. Her remarks were so witty ang orlx- {nad a Wed puch A quality of mentality that even if she lacked education herself her ancestors must have had « surfeit of breeding and culture durt many generations, 5 “LT wondered how sie would impress Mme. Blank, so 1 conmented to. ta her there. Some of my friends had nicknamed Mine. Blank the pessimiat caune she rarely wan heard to say a pleasant or reassuring ohing in reading « hand. But she seemed like a changed perwon the moment ae aaw Crystal, With the ald of a magnifying glass which she extracted from a tearb¥ drawer (a thing Which T had never seen her or any other palmiat use), she ‘began to study Crystal's palms, For a full hour she flattered thé gir! oye ne “You have the most remarkable hands I have ever seen, she said. “You are the moat wonderful personality I have ever met have a future toe brilliancy of which Is hard to belle Only, of one thing I warn yo Dont marry the young man with whom you are keeping company at present. He 's not the one for you. Your lot i# cast in higher spheres’ “True, a poor young chap with no particular prospects and nothing especial about him to recommend hini was courting Crystal, She did not care for him, anyway, So she teok Mme, Blank’s advice and refused him when he propoggd to her. ‘Not long after the session with Mme, Blank Crvetuh net a very weal man of influence of this city, who married her. y Tt was a brillant mateh fore @irl as poor and unknown an Crystal. In most cases like thix, marriage might have brought worldly goods and position, but not the affection and companions ship that can mean so much more. f “Bhe has,everything. And she is atil! young, and I feet there must be} further developments of the fortune-teller's predictionm { feel in some way @he must and will distinguish herself through creative work, « "en though dife has already given her more than most of us dare hope for” “Job” vs. “Position” And How (o Rise From One to the Other. By Sophie Irene Loeb. Copyright, 1013, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Frening World), LEBSMD in he who hath @ Job, for senae of responsibility it were better he shall Inherit a pay envelope, for all concerned for him to stay whese In those Yuletide days of spending,|he can make good; ch insurance In the words of J. K. Turner, the some source of mediator between the man higher up comfort. Are you and the man lower down, President of going to keep that! the Manufacturers’ Information Bureau, Job? For the new!’ better day's work te what every year loom up IR husiness demands, ‘Thin demand is tha foreground present every day, every hour. In busf- with its parting ness the copy hook ‘style of. employee of the ways and stands atill, marking time, while the changes that «park of originality, fanned into fame some to pass BD | hy his fellow, enables the latter to nually, I heard orKe ahead out of the ranks.” “Employes are forever searching the |ranka of their employees for men who reveal that spark of gentus which wil! make possible @ better day's work. | Dyed-tn-the-woo! copytets remain in the rgnks.. They are negessary factors. But there are always new recruits aplenty 4nd no man wishes to’ rémain’ there. Neither can any man be ralsed’ from the ranks. He must ratse himself, And no man can’show him how. fe must |find the way for himself gnd ne two Ways aro allk ‘Thus the job fs fut as responsible de the position. They are identigah With- out the eMclent man lower down the man higher up would de tmposafbie. To graduate out of a fod ito @ posis ton ta merely how an aptitude for the next thing tn line, In thé word’ of Stevenson, “Responalbility gravijates n Bay the othe; 1e LLOLB® Job tn the works. poaltion,”” ‘This man's idea of @ position was something in the nature of the com- mon picture of the Man Higher Up, witting at his dewk, looking over the morning newspaper, dictating to stenographer, issuing = fow orde: Ughting s cigar and closing his desk for the day In the mean time thia worker hi just almply been copying the work of thon about him; adding practically nothing to the average tloving machin- ory of the day's .work, This man and many others ike him have not atopped to consider that with very few exceptions the man higher up om tired of my 1’ Uke to nave @ lg not born—he ts made; that he goes/to him that can shoulder it.” through somewhat of a Darwintan evo-| He on the Job and the position wilt lution and that until! he can show al be on you . 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Moh" he volaervad aS STRANG EM Koo kad at a man’s A00F 404) aay wiry te dol J told him’ of 9 fortune to be made, save What's that?" asked his friend, And Heanagley, the wag, reviied Tt appears that con-| ys, ble effort will be involved,” ening <p verses 7 Dh, yes," maid the stranger; “you will pane > many sleoplem nights and tolliome daye,” The Way to Do It. “Cm,” eid the man, “and who ere yout” ape Chee peboae a hag younger man had been comslaibing that "Um," anid the man, “you coll yourmelf Oon + es cond net get his wife to mend he | anity, but you look like Mard Work to moe . | And he slammed the door “I asked her to sew @ button on this rect 12 | ae | mlatit and she hasn't touched it," he sald (ha the older maa assumed the air of Unreasonable. | ices te teeta a ct MAN enfbved a store and bought three | aaj "t been married very Jong a clears and lighted ope, ! ¢ you some serviceable sigerm | “My, this ie @ rotten cigar!’ he When I want @ shirt meaded I take it claimed, ‘ and fourth it around @ Ute and i Ser, man, what are rou oot ‘* thet mg beg? replied the dealer, You have gn lo you want of the rag tag! ry lgare and | hare 1.000, Be Kau! 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