The evening world. Newspaper, September 18, 1915, Page 10

intensely | fact has made it aif- | Bout for Mme. Hernhard: to collect 0a acting troupe up to ber standard | Ghe couldn't even get « mechanic. 1| Reve wo to_ Paris to) Sead ber coonery for her, But shee sei Jel Warwick, was a man that most folks didn't like—a card hark and hair tough, the . He never) Dit of dust, although he had He made bis living with the poker was bis gam: the game relentless. always used to say he was hearted man that ever way. He took delight in men, One night he won a from some poor chump who Dimecif, but all Je did was However, in hie heart, it he had a tender spot. It fed up only once--and say, tt i i FE. " ie @ lot, | Just like this: Jeft met a doy—oh, hardly twenty-one. He got him in @ game and soon he did him good and done. Then when the ngater realized that Jef had got | iia broke, his hands began to tremble and his voice Sak Se choke, “T bado't orter played,” eald to Jeff, despondentiy, “The money b'longed to Brother Jim. His health in bad, you #ee, He sent me here to @ claim #o he could try this air.” ral ir. Jen 5 » kid,” he sort o° drawied, “yer out of luck to-day, But where does that sick brother live? ‘What's that—New York, you say? Yer name's Frank Johnson? And yer dad—what's that—his name is Ea? Me kept a Bowery theatre? ‘They used to call him Red? Well, I'll be " Jeff muttered low, “Red Johnson was yer dad? You sure yer tellin’ me the truth?” “I am,” came from the lad. ‘Twas then Jeff showed “his tender spot. From out his chamois he pushed his winnings at the and made him take them back. to death. A bought @ claim, we understood, some fifty miles away. For weeks and weeks wo pussied "bout why Jeff gave back his We s'posed his heart was 0 touched that sick er’s health. One day, to stop us Dinting ‘round, Jeff drawied out sort @ low: “I knowed that youngster’s in her school days, long ago. ut my ‘quaintance. I come ‘Weet,” he smiled, “to be a saint, Now, maybe that's the reason, met maybe, men, it ain't. That's al tell you, anyhow, ‘bout that there kid. say no more.” Jeff Be word, The gambler never ‘TWO STARS IN “DADDY.” Ruth Chatterton and Henry Miller to be co-stars in “Daddy Long- during the Philadelphia and season A LESSON IN THIS POEM. Biladelie Mae Doolittlr, the noted of Lecaville, derives a lesson stance she ob- nit. jail with Boe the Fiene Mind aie ee ‘ae one ene at a Mine netusetotake Wie’ very" anist 5 hind, Ricki + Mialecbea ati ast elt out Home and Comic Page of THE = ~~! Whit Run over To THe Weetauvrawr AND GET we A Rvcret oF Correr- wrmjovy Cream os — | re EVENING WORLD, Saturday: Septembe re r 18, 1915 As Lie® Have cr iF YA woud | we ovr muer J — KITTY KEYS — Kitty Needed a New Job, and Mr. Hamm “Rose to the Occasion’’ With Alacrity! Bxcose Me! 1-ER- | O1ONT GET & GOOD LOOK ar Youl iste cane low you, 4c) to you to shout 4 the Pumaren yal seatrain ig A ac sr, Waiter woul fut 6 dainper, GOSSIP, Eva Olivott! has returned from Portland, Me,, where she spent the @ummer In musical stock, @ahary-Djell, the Arabian dancer coming to the Winter Garden, will grrive from France Monday on La raine. Lulu Urspring, the Winter Garden @horus girl who fell down an eleva for shaft Sept. 10, has an even to get well, according to a from the Polyclinic Hospital night. Operations have been g@uccessfully performed on her e#kul) md mouth and the bones in her legs Wwe been set. GET OFF THAT BPUR, TINK! * Tinkle Hopkins of “Town Topics,” eende in the following, written, sho gaya, on the spur of the moment: 1 9 team from Nora, f ore fest. otine HE'S A LUCKY MAN. Writes Walter; one of our Brooklyn correspondents: i all his dream schoolmates and friends, ANSWERS TO INQUIRIES. K, Warren—To find out what you want would involyo a search through many issues of the paper and we're ured, Smith—Write any film company about the baby or apply at the stu- dios, HACKETT'S NEW HOME, A, lL. Jacobs has returned from a visit to James K, Hackett at the lat- ter’s new country place near Clayton, N. Y., an the Bt, Lawrence River, He gays Mr. Hackett ha: room house and twenty ac of beautiful land, The home is near Wolfe Inland, on which the actor was born, Mr, Hackett, he says, is getting ready to produce “Macbeth” as his own star- ring vehicle, He is also considering other plays and may stage several, FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE, Eph—Dem Allies got guns so big | Bay we: dey shoots nineteen miles an’ sel- dom misses’ Mose—Dat's nothin’, Dat Kaiser got guns so big dey shoots any dis- tance he wants an’ nevah misses, Ali dey got to bab i yoh address, a You see, going to real school all Yay and to Bylow- school all dream-time was too much of school, So Tom tumbled off to sleep, deciding to say goodby to I SHOULD CARE ,THE DOCTOR SAID 1 SHOULD DO MORE WALKING . ‘On Saturday Bylowland has no school either, so all Mother Goose's pupils were having a rollicking good ‘time in the fields when Tom, tumbling into their midst, told them that he was to leave their school, How sorry they were! Tom's bast frienc, Simple Simon, shed ears enough to fill the pail in which he catch a whale, The Pieman offered to make a_pie DICK’S UPHILL ROAD —No. 18—Still Climbing. Copyright, 1b Press Publishing Co. (N. ¥. Bvening World.) Now that he had reached the goal which, a few ‘ears earlier, had seemed at the very top of a lung, up- ill road, Dick, still ambitious, still’ on the outlook far even bigger things, realized that he was really only at the top of the first “rise,” and that higher hills were beyond, Mr. Bowker, the agency manager, stood on one of these hills, “The high, executive positions of the auto- mobile company itself loomed a5 veritab'e mountains beyond. ‘Could he some day, climb them?” Dick often found himself wondering. WELL ANYHOW. HAVE THE SATISFACTION OF TELLING HIM WHAT THOUGHT OF HIM. fresh for Tom each day. Bo Peep said that she give him one of her pretty sheep when they came home wagging their tails behind them. Little Miss ‘Muffet wens at ‘the thought of never again seeing her hero who killed the black spider who sat down beside her and frightened her so awfully one day, but Tom would not stay. Jolly old King Cole came along just 1 SHOULD WORRY? (VE GOT SOME NKE NEW CLOTHES FOR THE FALL LAY ‘then, He calleé for his bowl and his the Bylow people drank the health of their dep friend. ‘Cf course Tom will still go to Bylowland, Bui he will visit the uninhabiied parts where there are nu dreams and no dream-people living. So he will have no more adventures to tell of, THE STORY OF A YOUNG MAN WHO “MADE GOOD” ILLUSTRATED BY WILL B, JOHNSTONE In the course of time Dick saw an opportunity to band a new agency in another part of the city. He ready had some capital in the bank—a caftial to which he had materially added by shrewd investments. He could borrow more. He decided to take the in- itiative before another “beat him to it.” The agency was opened, Small at ' is record made the matter comparatively easy to Béfore tumbling out of Newspaperland Tumble Toin wishes his little readers pleasant journeys in-By- lowland, where he himself -frolicked so gayly: all wou Moti act you have a happy, bully a ime all winter, Tom throws you a kiss, “Good by!"—(The End.) * S a! By Hazen Conklin wv One day a friend commented on Dick's “remarks able rise.” “Dick seriously replied: “There's nothin, remarkable about it, | merely had ambition, and cule tivated the ability to think,» Furthermore, it isn't really a ‘rise’ yet, for. I'm still climbing!"= (The End.) t first,