The evening world. Newspaper, August 1, 1916, Page 14

eee eee Home and Comic Page of THE EVENING WORLD, Tuesday: August 1, 1916 , , Amui't j Plays and | Players | " tiny Hrondway = tut be different Me og of “Coat Taw i Between the Gets shvul ai « could bear te the both wee Why, theres George Bresdburet, and hee in New York on © werk day Mr Dirvedhuret says wilh be ou “everything ahi io a day or two” ft igohe a0 th can dereey in te lone a) NOW |) 18 “NOTO.” of Sty Lae Wertneimer's “You, ma'am!" we repited, “Laisa Meredith ia to be featured in | comedy during the coming Mies Moredith te @ dramatic © protested. prot help itt ara Sherry” ones, 7 “What's the name the end that of the play?” “Oh, that would be telling, Just the paper that Lois Meredith to be fontured in a musical vom- . Goodby!" And the conversa- ended. fe cannot afford to print an in- plete story, Mo, until Mise Mere. 's friend calls again and telle us the facts in the case, we'll just the item. BY WAY OF DIVERSION. We jest a y mound, out little on the bill, where nature a and all around now, producer it are two chubby bands; two ad tata re ele ite et ry 3 Yare covered by th ind of mem jet haunt two MOORE COMING BACK, on fe probable that Victor Moore I] poe motion pictures one pores t! stage soon, He work with Lasky Film pany and, while offers are being ie nin to continue in filme, he itimates that he'd prefer to return the stage. He was seen in the oMce of a well known manager yea- w. a HE ADMIRES MADGE. . Philip B. Doner's promised poem bout Madge Kennedy has just been ded un by @ breathiess postman. Hore it ts, in part: © your dive, Koes the stage ous Uf our grestest finds, my babys oe ne Alice John and ‘bert Druce have mn added to the “Pease Help ily” company, Blanche Ring, in “Broadway and Buttermilk,” opened at the Savoy ‘tre, Asbury Park, last night, The Brighton Beach Hotel has in- gene a revue called “A Brighton usical Cocktail.” ‘Max Marvin's new play, “Cheating Cheaters,” was at last night at New Nixon Theatre, Atlantic ity. ‘Hawara H. Robbins has been en- gx by A. H. Woods to play the ing role in “Her Market Value,” by Willard Mack, ‘The musical piece, originally “The Belle of Trouville” is now called "Yvette." Bidney Greenstreet will again play — | FACTS NOT Wo By Arthur Baer. Conrright, 1916. by The I'ree \ubiishing Co, (The New York Krening World.) Be" the thumd with a hammer ts one way of spending the eum Naeaaaaraal mer, sees In @ deep voice as the hea Ching were thought of many centuries ago and have deen greatly in| one! Wogue ever since. In the olden days chine were merely used as a garage fer whiskers, but now chins are worn naked. There are two kinds of ohina, aloping and loose, The loose variety are very annoying to their husbands, Who have to listen to them vibrating, Hx-Preaident Taft was a powerful foctor in making chins popular, He was a multi-chinned gent and got wholesale rates from the barbers, Bumping your nose on a stray door in the darkness can be avoided by, @elking backward, Dynamite can be exploded by thumping vigorously against the Gry heel star!" Of eithor one of your shoes, if you Rave either the dynamite or Gry heels or oes. { Borting locomotives calle for great muscular talent, G@Orter puta the dig locomotives on one side and places the amall locomotives 1 €9 the other, Great care must bo taken that dedutante locomotives do not| Ww; YOU ‘on't mean” —— mized with old wrinkled locomotives, A lovomotive sorter must pay ll locomotives which alip from Ale hand and dash thomeclves to pieces S’MATTER, POP” And in a@ Moment Pop Will Be Asked: “Why Wouldn't it?" By C — ES — ——— . - _—— —— = _—-—- x = —_—_—_—_—_——— - : vane Petar va Parris | FRY) wenay © Ve Ryuenwets clotehadeh bleed OF WATER Wove dwt 1 (as Dom. Pow A TveKet - Fo - (Gray vedere I> Pw 1.) 5 , r i Pan 6a DP j < - a ( 7 - | ’ } ( ‘ , — cep ik treme Peerenng Oo OY Bramng Monts aes | HENRY HASENPFEFFER By Bud Counihe v , D wand 2 No Ut , “WRLL fe How = Ant WOT ON mind “Hen? J i oe IT. No UR Bee The Wes 1s How = an Im Bee Weep ovr 1 Ae TH LAOT p Bow" Sr only ven I CHnup Ger | { mv wire "Td Go | ae % YuST KEEP Das “TRAP SHUT AN’ FoLtow me !! Now LISTEN ~-RUN BY DAS CAVE SHOOTING ay YELUNG ! MAKE VUN “TERRIBLE NOISE , SEE MAKE HIM COME OUT. So ay CAN SEE Hie! =] AN GET OVER ON VUN SIDE OF e ? pte Mage sp DAS BANDIT'S Crwe 1 DON'T GATHER YER JRIFT =f WODDAYA MEAN “OROWN Hun"? By Alma Woodward * Pajccos it The king sfseunere. | TIN UTE Movies || WHEN YOU WERE A BOY By Jack Callahan. i] POPS MUTUAL MOTOR YES, HE'S BEEN CRYIN’ ABOUT NOT GETTING ENOUGH TO EAT. 90 'M LETTIN' HIM HAVE HIS Clifford Fishor is to reopen “Casties- I1LLIE was in tears, There had in-the-Air in September with a been @ ecene in the studio. bs ad musical revue, Bpanish in “If you guys think Lam going he Lighta Club wil} have a “news. | to pay money for any bunk work, you Ris. night” soon, The Lights is the| had better forget it,” was the inti- a Take your tw emé you'll be fit as @ fiddle, ¥ pt Sot an Pop (with @ faint ray ef Repebe ” juriny i him, Me Jabe' bow ip tbe apot ou ihe pillow | hie nose, Pon emerges, ‘sogay | wna-vand wrathfu.) Do you suppose the Brewas Freeport club that has the baseball |mation of Simon Blats, President of RIGHT IDEA, passe sadly blaine thar couture vely are 0 the Miracle Film Company.’ = (complaining)—That's @ fine eant that ‘ Mits! Hajos has invented a Sathing TE cracs tls vere. croree.®! Siti AFTER THIS Ma (frmly)—Why, of course @ey sult of chicken wire fencing which, he saya, ie absolutely shark-proct. | gobbed to Mre. Salmon, who plays ma Tagore: nm ie to re Pe leatel ~ mother parts, laying her blondined Perspnal representative at the road bose! Century. "Apress agent le yot to be | DeAd upon the latter'a bi -} nied anes ehe confided, “and was just coming ANSWERS TO INQUIRIGS. to the place where Reggie jumps off A. C-Apply at the producers’ of- | the cliff with me when old Blats had Way to wake me up. ian’t it? You could have put my eye out! Anyway it looks like it’s no time to get up. Ma (bilthely)—But tt ts Don't you remember this is the morning that we arranged to start at 6 A. M. WE'LL NEVER 1.00 A PAN: CAKE IN THE > : 414! They don’ think e getting up lote cartier than Brown aays he gets up at foun, i} “I bad on my prettiest dress, too,” floes for chorus work, M, F.-If you are really looking for ® novel Idea, why not use a couple of woate in your act, “The Butternuts?” FOOLISHMENT, ot FROM THE Cl TNUT TREE. “He's worving bout Bie debts.” “Oh, nonsense!” "I don't mean the ones he owes now, It's the new ones he can't aon- tract that worry him.” « to butt in. He talked something ter- rible. Why, he eaid 1 couldn't act.” (Tears.) “There, there, Gearte,” comforted Mvs, Galmon. “Never ming what he eaid, Here 1 am, who have played Shakespeare, doing witches and old women, Yesterday they out out « hundred feet of my best stuff. I ran @ mile on @ Bronx road carrying my departing soldier boy his dead father's picture, and they only showed me kissing him goodby. The good old days are gone, Now they want frisky youngstera, Waitresses, shop girls, telephone”"—— , “Don't you say nothing about tele- and take the Browns into the city in the car? Mr. Brown and you to busi. nese—Mre. Brown and I to shop, and have Dreakfast at a fascinating inn somewhere on the road. Pop (groaning)—-Ne inn ts fascin- ating at @ 4. M. How can it recover #0 soon when it only closes at five? I Uke the bacon we get here pretty well, I guess I'll sleep a little longer. Me (energetically)—You'll do noth. ing of the sort, Milton, Get right up and bustle now. When you get started you'll enjoy it immensely. And, besides, we can’t go back on our word to the Browns, It’s a won. Gerful morning, too. Night Clerk (leaning over et On, Mr, Mitt, Here's a mete! Rin Brown left with me late last night te phone girls,” fared up Tillie, “Many maki onest living at wan 1 wish | bad never ¥ switchboard," be back there ps you'll again,” responded Mrs, Salmon, with | the dignity of one who has played Bhakospeare, “Woman, thy name ie discord,” cut man | from behind @ pile of prop- | ‘ou Women are forever quar. Neither man nor God can efor me, hear the tidings. I m to play the Money Master in the! js of Iphegenia.” Ah, Iphegenta, | name! You, Mrs. Salmon, | be her mother, ‘I have arranged the room. he { g = fr ie sf oe rede? | Gor locked and no answer frem a pare Sake in. Continuing to find the doer Pop (dolefully)—People do such aie several Soure have Diamefool things in the summer! the pre Hy ‘Things they wouldn't think of doing they find ue oo, the beds in the winter. sor we Like one summer , £0 round this gabby hotel morning I enw a litte ehorta eblones | fee eat 6a. te ai yd] d order @ Lillian Russell and a p:nt of eG * titling bese Decause they pity you, RTH KNOWING. | ’ SIT DOWN BEFORE VA' taurant Ma (significantty)—Oh, you aia! Pop (blandly)—Yeb! And another summer morning, In another restau- rant, I saw @ hangover take a gin rickey and @ eardine for his matu- tinal fodder, Ma (shuddering)—Are you trying to turn my etomach with these ghastly combinations? We will or- der eane food at the inn, Il! hare brofled kidneys, coffee and ponovers. Mrs, Brown will have a Spapish om- | elet, muffins and cocoa, And Mr, | Brown will have creamed finnan had- die, waffies and—— Pop (throwing up his handa in hor. ror)—Listen! Do you entertain those foodful thoughts with as much reilsh | Qs you express them? If a0, we have | nothing in common, Ma (patting him on the back)— | champagne for breakfast in a ree- with grape juloce to And it will serve you right Do YA’ THINK YOU KIN MAKE ME SIT Down ? “Mothara, mothers," exclaimed that | lady, “always mother! And I don't fancy Iphegenia. It sounds like ipecac me other medicine. And who, | ts to be Iphogenia?” ik at ie & secret,” sald the trage- | dian in his best whisper.’ “A new “Til bet she's some ai rine hi Lpelinke COLLAR : Iceach ¢ GLUSTE PEABODYA.CO.INC Mannan i ie oft fee nw) * len hair, eyes like the, A locomotive y and in about #0 valk" | | bie hand on ber head. “Yos, “Oh, you dear olf thing, kissing both in a breath, Mra, Balmon left them holding bands, THE MAN BEHIND WOULD HAVE FORCED THIS PEST T SIT DowN she cried, THE MAN AT THE BAT HADN'T UNCONSCIOUSLY SAVED HIM THE TROUGLE. x 5