The evening world. Newspaper, June 29, 1915, Page 16

| fore, will come as a distinct surprise { | \ WAY Lie BUDE Tos Howard Kyle, Secretary of the Actors’ Equity Association, is on his! ‘Way to California to interest theatrt- | People iz: tho organization he rep- He left this tnorning. In- eldentally, Mr. Kyle isn't alone. With ‘Rim i o young woman—his bride, by Mingo! Last evening Mr. Kyle and Amy Ursilia Hedges, a sister of Mra, Louls Joseph Vance, slipped over to Port Lee and were married. The cer- emony was performed at & o'clock in and Ver Of the bride, were the attendants. Miss Hodges, who is an actress of si) gpeeend first met Mr. Kyle when they assumed roles in the Harvey OHiggine-Harriet Ford play, “Poly- gamy,” which was at the Playhouse tangoed right into love. Mr. Kyle had long been looked on as a con- bachelor. His marriage, there- many friends in the theatrical made her ae at No. i Sey t aN 178 ent at No. tyefiret ‘Street, Manhattan. ‘eat ‘They will live at the Manhattan ad- gress upon their return from the Far ‘est. ut A NEW ZELDA SEARS PLAY. “The Heart ofa ve pat «@ four-act ‘Zelda ee, x by Woods 2 _ savor, "Theatre, Asbu! Age tyre me the Fi iystic Shrine,” next Monday. tings Goodman has jo out of a Fred Jack- ly. David Belasco and Ben Roeder went to Atlantic City yesterday to see the Frohman-Belasco production of “The Girl” open. Beatrice von Brunner missed the ship for Europe and had to use a tug to overtake it. A wireless from her, Teceived yesterday by Lee Shubert, sald sho made It all right. i THIS CAT A BOOB. Clayton Doyle, an actor from Kane, theatrica al boarding fth Street, riggled one it came out from under the bedclothes, He kept ’ o8 wrigkling it, and a big black cat the toe for a mouse and clawed Doyle woke up and yelled. He gtarted after (he cat, which jumped ‘ out ofa window. Doyle slipped, and in falling humped his ‘nose on an old- jioned bureau—the kind that hasa marbie top. The actor ts at a loss to understand how the cat was so badly | fooled. CHORUS MEN TO LONDON. cenuet of. met ee Deni Albert De Cour- director of the Lon- ¢ “Sos is finding it bard to chorus men for bis musi PI a ESSANAY FAVORITE, Featured This Week in “THE A BS LARA Week TEST’ => IN “MOVIE RAID THE EVENING WORLD'S NEW ILLUSTRATED MOVIE STORIES, FEATURING REAL MOVIE STARS Edna Mayo YOUR SCREEN LRBACAA RE PART TWO The Elopement FOR THE Next Week GERTRUDE M¢COY Edison Star, in “THE BLACK PEARLS” eS EVENING WORLD o ye: % op yp gaan \ WAST only a small y takes her in COME ON UNCLE SI. ov DONT WANT To Go BACH EAST WITHOUT) WING AN OSTRICH ae Tipe MAY Buy iT! 'F 26 Nice LeEere Boy Witt NOT INTR-R-RUDE 28 BARON BRIE CHEE ZQ WILL SLIP Him ZE OME -NES? in on a train to visit them, Mr. Tooker forgot all about his father-in- | f law and was late in getting home, “And you didn't meet father?” asked vite, “Oh, gee!" replied the film man, “I forgot a}l about him.” “1 wonder where he in? said M Tooker, “You know, father is eigh' four years old.” “Well,” came from Mr. Tooker, “he's old enough to be able to get off a train.” Words and more words! OFFICE HOURS 5 TO 8. Albert Holtz of St. Louis took two small drinks one night rec then gave his gold watch to lute stranger, If Mr, Holtz ever comes to New York the editor of this de- partment would be pleased to have hun drop in, following: A professional gambler has @ board on which are the numbers t to 6 inclusive. He invites you oe put'your snoney. on any number. yor ies be Saetes ried “*S’MATTER, POP?” AXEL, (WANT You To TAKE THIS GENTLEMAN OUT FOR A RIDE (N “THAT “RUMBLE Two” Thars STANDING AT THE CURG. HE THINKS HE \al ZL V-hfys a ‘To circumvent her parents Phil suggests that Edna Pago -vod infatuated, she agrees, and that night she climbs down from her room by a ladder, an 0b A ol petaiaey Arrived in the city, Phil takes Edna in 2 taxi to a house before which the machi minister's house where we are to be marrie!:?” she asks, Phil frowns. “What's the rush?” he says. “That can wait until to-morrow, can't it?” Covrrigm 1018 Prose Pronening Os. OF. ¥. Brsiny Wort) WE SEEN THeT CN BEFORE - ine stops. “Is this the PARDON ME SIR, IS THIS “THAT'S FOR SALE BEG-LEEVE ME, MEES BETTY ALTHOUCH NOT & NATIVE OF NOUR AMER-R-RICA, MANY \_KNow ME HERE AND SEEK three times, three, A says the chances u to win would be exactly the the dice was used. neces would be greatly reduced. Which ts Hight? HONORING DI pick CARLE. ra. Carle Perkins, When the yesterday Charlie about them—© Do you vare mach for of, To tell you the any Old beer je is playing a week in He arrived there . That night a fond his new baby Richard BILL. WOULD INQUIRE, way Dill, his opera company got in the manager asked Bill vy, manager of the theatre, how ustic properties An't Know, bu: FOOLISHMENT. out, on the ha her Wen! FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE, Physiclan—You need exercise, ou Spat sunnier 9 ven should walk more. You Patiout-—There's something Wrong, “why?” . ‘Vm a postman,” Good Stories Of the Day The Excuse. AMUEL H, CHURCH, President S of the Carnegie Institute, said at @ luncheon in Pittsburgh, apro- pos of certain war atrocities: “Tho excuse of these atrocities re- minds me of the miner bridegroom, “A young miner got married, and for tho first week's housekeeping ex- penses he gave his wife the good round sum of one dollar, “The girl, to his surprise, accepted ‘| the dollar cheerfully, and that week they lived abundantly enough, albeit plainly, “So, for the secondyweek, the miner doled out only half a dollor, Then his wife went for him, She told aim what she thought of his meann The house reverberated with her ine di the “The iwiner, 10 whe midst of oe THE LITTLE "RUMBLE* CAR. HERE? Come BACK IN VUN TALK BUSINESS | AR, MANY, MANY OF YOUR. zEN Now | KNOW HIM HES THE BeRCER WHO GUT MY HAIR LAST SPRING 1 RECKOGNIZED HIS GREeTH! storm, clapped on his hat and stalked out, muttering: “‘T see what's the matter here, I mcclid ye the first week.’ "—Wash- ington Star, —_—-——— Getting Some Results. NB day Luther Burbank was walking {n his ganien, when he was accosted by an officious acquaintance, who said: “Well, what are you working on now?” “Trying to cross an eg@plant and milkweed,” said Mr. Burbank, “And what under heaven de you expect to get fram that?” Mr, Burbank calmly resumed his walk. “Custard ple," be sald.—Ladies’ Home Journal, ee The Young Idea. YOUNG woman who teaches a A class in a Jersey City Sunday school was recently talking to ef pupils relative to the desirability of increasing its membership. When sho tavited the co-operation to that ou ae os AMER-R-RICAN R-R-RICH MEN kNow ME BY SIGHT- AND WHEN 2EN SEE ME AweNS SA@N— At a Rouse Bearing a sign “Rooms to Let” Edna “lm ig in here,” she says. “Don't dare | house she hires a room and pays a week's rent. Throws 1 follow mé!”" Pht shrugs his shoulders. “All right,” | ing herself on the bed, she has a good cry; then sits up he says. “I don’t know as I love you, anyway—1 | and resolves, “I’m ashamed to go home. I'll stay here only thought | didy’* and find work !"—Conlinued to-morrow, FEW HOURS AN & Bal Edna has brought a little money with her. In the I REGARDS THAT ASA REFLECTION ON MY ERSONELL APPEARANCE Do: AXEL'S NATURAL POLITENESS OUGHT! 5 SELL A LOT OF CARS FoR Him “~ end of the several members, the youngster nearest her shook his head dubtously. “I might git one boy in our neighbor- hood to come,” he explaine but all | in Nek m the others Weekly ‘, larper's ata a ees Didn’t Tell.a Lie. ITTLE WILLIE is the apple of his father's eye, and he do- serves to be. A while ago a rough-looking individual came to the! house where little Willie lives, and grasped him by-the collar, “If you don’t tell me where your father keeps his money I'll knock yer ‘ead orf yer shoulders, an’ arfter that TM eat yer.” “Oh, please, don't do that, air," whimpered Willie, “You'll find all the money we've got im an old waistcoat in the kitchen.” Two minutes later a bruised and battered wreck was heaved through the front door of little Willie's dwell- tng place, and sat for a while in the gutter and blinked. “That kid's too smart—unnatural smart.” it muttered. “Never said a word about ‘is ole man ‘that Btn inside that weskit,”—Longon Tit- Dh teen! Bente: som | | | WAS ONLY A MATCH FOR WANT CF A SCRATCH!