The evening world. Newspaper, August 22, 1916, Page 14

. ABOUT Plays and Players Ty BIDE DUDLEY tod tot production @ new Good Provider” th te the ore 5 and ebout New York at the present time Mise be + drama ae tor with Harvey O'iiggine te th @riting of “The Areyie Case,” “The Dummy,” “Me, Lasarus” end otrer plays Mise Burst i @ magetine writer Toe new Pord-HMuret play wilt be wooe ta New Tork thie arason. MAUDE'S LEADING WOMAN. Muriel Martin Harvey, an Hagiien player, will be Cyril Maude's leading Woman iy bis @ comedy, ter der of Mariposs. g it o harrer Mr Meudes eup- company Will be composed of FOR “FAST AND GROW FATS The cast tor “Fast and Grow Fat,” joh Charles Dillingham and George | at will present at the diehe day night, Bept. 1, ite kt re headed by Frank Mo ¢ othere are Zelda Bears, Tewel Nelle Fillmore, Marion ‘BY WAY OF DIVERBION. Home and Comie ey —— j | LAW @ PRLANOME heve en ety We tour eote emuities | & of Marriet Fort and ran. | . 'S'*MATTER, POP?’ ANY WHAT ‘ , r4 : Ld _ 7 < \ @ it e ‘FER apmer er! ‘are wor ox ce) a daar ME DooF “he Me He 2 FRO AY dan NOU A COUPLA “Tite ON “TH @THEETO DRAGGIN A “MOON-FACED MONKEY © HENRY HASENPFE BEAN, DIVLES ~ ATH timer ' Go Sou = Me wriched dream, last nlgnt spas to hab ho mo", A great big Diack on white, aoe, an fru ma do’. iia oom! hte Bey 4 an’ od a8 t * scratched an’ fit to try ee tite an’ woke up in de midst ita’ fightin’ wif ma wife, Ab'e dea giad Ah's safe an’ sound, Ah doan’ keor what dey say. Die coon's done {quit hig foolin’ ‘round an’ jined de -ebu'ab terday. ' OUR QUEER QUERIG8, Dear Editor—Why does a fellow “have a headache after being drunk? ‘The Editor—My wife was in Galesburg, Il. with th ‘We al ‘ow can I even town?—Luke M. To the Editor—My little eon Willie has a habit of yelling “Oof, Oof!” at the preacher when he is delivering his sermon. Where, do you suppose, he got such a babit?—Mrs, Tiny K. You've got us. See if his father fan't putting him up to it HE SAVED THEIR LIVES, — Harry Sweatman has returned from Atlantlo City, where he spent seven ‘weeks lolling about on the sande. “What were you doing there?” eaked Louis Robie at the Friars Club. “I was a life-saver,” replied Harry. “I eaved as many a8 ten men’s lives sper day.” 5 yw aid hag eanege to do itr” wetted crealt at several of the hotel bare,” eaid Harry. id chet tral Lh Chicago and says goes wel ‘he'll remain in the glare of the white te. Arthur Hammerstein has been ap- proached by a man who wants to pro- duce the farce “Coat Tails” in India. Broadway hears that Ed Giroux, formerly John Cort’s general mana- ger, may be connected with the Mo- Tosco forces. opens Sept. 15. 1 te probante that McIntyre & Heath will be seen in the forthcoming Winter Garden production, James T. Powers will begin his en- gagement at the Forty-eighth Street ere Thursday night instead of to- t. as Hi Eltinge and his “Cousin Lucy” company, began rehearsing yesterday, the cast are Dallas | FACTS bprinkle the rivers. One way to lose a cat ts to tie it If yor went away around June « AN good coal should be black proves the appearance of the bin, bu NOT WORTH By Arthur Baer, upright, 1916. by The Press Publisht HERE doesn't scem to be any set rule or precedent for the length of a | piece of string, It can be either short or long, It annoys an Eskimo waiter when an Eskimo diner orders him to c n dack that whale and bring him another. rathored During the dry season in Arizona a State appropriatic You can't send a piano by parcel post leaving milk, there is now enough milk on th FLOOEY AND AXEL ‘Welford, Jane Oaker, Mark Smith 24 ana Caroiyn Liye.’ aot |? MINUTE MOVIES i of Lina la” will be Laurence By James C. Young Link, W. Ht. Wald Guivert cree: o ink, » A. |o1 _~~o~—CCCVO~_—_—_—OoOoOoOoOorOo'r’r’w™"_ ariel Hudson and] Gerais Pg ie Ruan ERMAIDS frolicking on ce cakes with the North Pole to star- ne doard and Polar bears swim- ia ming about in the Arctio Sea. Such Sagemsat et the Friscesss Chisegs,” | was tue scene of Iphigenia's most re- cent peril, She had sought in many places for that mysterious gallant who etole her young love and beat it, as the great banker's daughter re- MAKE GRACIE JEALOUS ? das role in a new '. (SO Ord aa marked in her private role of Tillie, by Selwyn and company for a pet Miracle Film Company star. But the in Avery Hopwood's new farca, “ me of dark deeds or an unpaid for To-Night.” She was the fat weare Nt) oF pemeinine, haunted the eaten: her in * - | stranger, and Iphigenia heard that he an “Our Mra, MoOhes-/ ig] joined an expedition to the frigia North (see any Arctic story for frigid). She followed him to the |, a8 @ true heroine would, ene opened with sundry ids taking @ beauty out- floes, & la individual, ANSWERS TO INQUIRIES. of the woi Roberte—Your question was an-|And the ewered correctly. : Lou Cohan—Your song ts too good | Nf on the for publication here, sil AYDIES eAne FHRE onoh 5 e cake to pty Tide Bullding, No. 105 West | polar bears were put in for local color Back of the ice and the mermaids and the bears could be seen the Aurora FOOLISHMENT. Borealis, its brilliant lights far flung acrosa the northern sky. ae T Soult fenaiaiy enact "| Iphigenia arrived in no man's land and oa alone—all, all alone, It was only logical that she had become sep: ! arated from the rest of the party, o- | ng on with her dog team to that | trange place where earth and space FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE, Gentleman (to tramp)—Do you meet. want work? There was a great flutter among Tramp—Well, what kind of work?| the mermaids, Who was this white Gentleman—What can you do with|robed being with the fair face? Who @ shovel? could it be eacept the missing queen ‘Tramp—Why, I can fry a piece of | of the mermaids carried off by cruel | ham on it. |ms and who was now come to reiga among the toe floes? Their old gran- nies had told the sirens all about her, - A | predicting that some day sho would KNOWING sturn, So they welcomed her and | | made merry, | What are they wearing In pun » | Asked one. “Is tt true that husbands |are hard to get?” inquired another. All gathe 1 while tphisent ‘old them the gossip, forgetting her quest us Voice interrupted as Ager queen of the mermaids hed the big cake where Iphi- nd her new found friends had ng Co. (The New York Evening World.) She dr Upon a throne of te the bears were bi | “This is. not Jaughter,” she ned, and ‘an. imperious The ilumination faded, the ermaids tumbled into the water and gen was left in darkness. => pasile, seated | to which twe of | 7 HABIT, YOU KNOW to your only collar button I The drug was te and forgot to tell the dair mn to stop) the very pein front porch to swim across. | LE A Experiments show that blond cocl im t it isn’t practical, HONEY EB. HACE NPREFFERT SO . tw “TARAL (W “Torwin’ ' rare, . ite AG a 7 A DANGONE ” MONKEY X AMouT WITH SYou Son? And Then, W lee i” Ya Have Married Life Has Its Boons—Also Its $e oF ALL OTH’ CoecwLeD YOU AINT GOIN’ STAN’ STitL AN' Dont Lane, Th { uirte Feuan wuneers | WELL WHY —S' ComPnnny LET THAT SISSY" BoY STEAL Y'GIRL, ARE YA'? WE WOULD HA) . WHEN JERRY FIRST HIT OUR TOWNSHIP HE WAS By | | [NO MEANS A THING OF BEAUTY. AND DIDN'T € . IMPROVE OUR SCENERY ANY. DELIGHTED IN SEEING WIM SPRUCE UP A BIT IF ae ond, Tdevs wordin yma MATTER Witt —) aim gd Go ao Baboons ! Woman thie 16 ) ~~ Gow “Yoo FART + Uy HANNA = 'S'GOOTA Be wre HPPED! No” MINE Can Go FUTTN AROUT — Sao A DAWGONG GEE, we muUST BE NEAR THE “TRAQKS ff n——_—_—_—>—>>>rrnrrreeeeeeeeeeeeee>s>sss@™om™"-' WHEN YOU WERE A BOY " " j ow ea i ( wee mpear! ) 5 * MeL I Dore ) Page of THE EVENING WORLD, Tucsdsy: August 23, 1916 ’e Presume, the Logical Targets Would Be Swallows! He's Gor A PRA SHooTeR AW de Hen NO LOADS For 7 > as —~L. ee You ( ANYWHERE WITH ) By C. Payne e By Bud Counihan NEVER Go 2 me ! ~~ By Jack Callahan. MY FRIEND? WHY \ DON'T EVEN KNow THAT PERSON, AN’ WHAT'S MORE, | DON'T WANNA’ KNOW HIM, JvsT Loud ENOUGH TO BE HEARD By THE PERSON IT WAS INTENDED. FoR LIKE A MILLION OTHER GUYS IN OUR \LLUSTRIOUS BURG, HG ODN'T OVER Do IT 3! On the Beach, SCENE bathing bea My acd Atte BM ha its fora « A ij) Me ae tad ina feo “ate Gute of the ‘eatabllahment {een hie “thirty tho chest. A rubber ‘key. ering colled oopiy aboat bis thirteen an La-hait ‘ae ) been staring right at you all the time—and you looked like you | were going to flirt with me. Don't in something slick, do you? And it's really remarkable, too—I made this suit out of the skirt of the dress I got for the club ball last winter. Mr. B. (gasping)—Say, was your |right leg always like that? Or is it |just a temporary affliction? |" Mrs. B. (indignantly jooking down) HOW TO MAKE A HIT By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co. RS, B. (approaching) —Don't| © you recognize me, Algie? I've know your own wife when you see her | The New Yoru Evening World.) you go getting nasty again. IL didn’t compare you to any animals, did It You don't seem to be abie to retaliate without getting zoological Mrs. B. (interrupting enthusiasii- cally)—Oh, look at this divine shape oming down the beach. Mr. B. (eagerly)—Which one? The girl in green? | Mrs. B, (scornfully)—No, The min | in Bray. Look at the y he slope in at the waist and the breadth of hia houlde, and the way his ankles taper. Isn't he the classiest thing ever? | Mr. B. (throwing verbal vitriol) And now let your eyes wander to hie face. It looks like a creamed onton. Til bet you that guy hasn't g enough sense to last him till he gets back to the elty. —Whaddye mean—aftliction! Mr. B. (t akly)—Why, kinda all and doesn't match its atall, Did you know it didn't B. (almost speechless with |rage)—CONVOLUTED! Don't you | know curves when you see them? Say, even though I do say it myseif, I've heard some pretty nifty remarks about those curves as I walked down the beach just now—and whenever I go to buy @ pair of shoes I notice that the clerk never disregards the |slenderness of my ankles, Mr. L, (affably)—-Aw, come on, I was only joking, Jenny, I don't think you'd get the crowned heads to sell the upholstery off their thrones for you—but you're just the thing for Afty-dollar-a-week . If you wei any classier I'd bave to raise the ante. comforted! for eat and Meta herarm unt sets recta Mr. B, (suddenly) —Gee, look a little trick 4a red! Isn't she a winner? Mra, B, (taking tock of the crea- ture)--A winner? Where? Around the feat? Why, she's @ coach and four. And st T laced to death, I'll bet. she's sufferit ontes Mr. B. (admiringly)—-Well, she doesn't look it Seo—sho's turning around, Some back—what! She holds herself like a queen! Mra. B, (viclously)—She looks Mike a stuffed tomato! Mr. B, (facetiously)—I've loved to- matoes from infancy up. (Turns and surveys his spouse), Say, why doesn't your suit look ike that on you? Mrs, 5, (ouphatically)—What! Like hers? Mr. B, (golng Into detail) —Sure, Your suit looks Ike it was hanging on a line somewhere and you walked | under it and it dropped on you and | stock there | Mrs, 1B. (white with fury)—-Oh, it What do you suppose does, does it? you look like in your suit? You look like a bandaged eel with a shoestring for a cravat, That's what you look like! Mr, B, (resentfully)—Seo? There B, (laughing harshly)—Sour ! He's a knockout, Look at women looking at him, They're razy about him, Mr, B, (savagely)—Well, why don't you fall in line?” Follow’ the merry crowd. Pray, don't let me detain you, You know if I try very hard I might be able to get the little red pigeon to take pity on me. She's veen looking my way in a not disinterested man- ner for the last fifteen minutes, Mrs. B. (coldly)—Really! 1 sup- pose she's been wonderitg whether the thing you got tattooed on your | manly bosom is your monogram or the number of your cell! Mr, B. (wisely rising)—I guess it's jabout time for us to go inte the | water, Mrs. B, (sweetly, as @ parting shot) —Well, watch out that a weakfish goes t take you for @ bit of bait, ear, Mr. B. (calmly)—Thank you, dar. Ung, and don't you let ai. one mis. take you for @ bell buoy, will you, dear? Voice (near by)—How etly mel. 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