The evening world. Newspaper, September 12, 1916, Page 14

Abuotld Plays and i Hit tay werdey weeses be th theatres We thie & te the Hippodrome ver ond 1.600 people where KM Bare preparations te eend rien 1h 600 persone are HOw Feneareing + Toe Messrs Beuvert os im prepare: ue Vere Alone at Laat Just @ Wome verue lot te Avera im, At b deumpost iyo mpenion in A sod Willa All im au, © Le present sensu ly bUAY one, provided the border Warning they'd best lave @ care. “some- where on earth” te @ girl, made to order, waiting for ma but I haven't found where, Take your guitar, Gentle reader, and sing it, 1 can write songa if 1 have to, 1 guess. “Somewhere on Earth!" There's a ‘ithe, hod ding it! Great possibilities there, you'll nfess! Picture «a youth working rad in @ city, think- ing of some one-—his mind far away. | Weave in o@ girl, sentimental and) pretty, dreaming of him and of “eome time in May.” Later, of course, Fate must bring them’ to- wether, Hearts must be welded—you know all that stuff. Drop tn a line about beautiful weather, klases so forth and that's q “Somewhere on Barth! There's not a thing in it, actly where mine is—I hope. She's at her home, very likely, this minute, reading this rhyme and exclaiming, “Bum dope!” INFORMING EZRA, Bugene Walter, playwright, elded oe to spend a f vi laine woods. He seni “Oh, he’s @ war correspondent,” cata. | ills name ie Skiboch, He of beng an hee eee “Wh: ‘aiant th han, iy in’ asked one old mae. ud . ere Esra!” eatd another “They woulin't ‘a’ hung him noway if he'd ‘a’ been found gullty. y kill ‘em there same as they do "Rob tere ‘ow's tha’ er™ asked Ezra. “By elocution,” replied the wise “BPRINGTIME” OPENS, Kiaw & Erlanger presented “Little Miss Springtime,” their new musical lece, for the first time last nicht at Forrest Theatre, Philadelphia, The New York opening is scheduled for Bept. 26 the New Amsterdam ‘Theatre, MAE ALTON WRITES A RHYME. “My brother,” writes Mae Alton of the Winter Garden chorus, “owns a shoe store in our home town and 1 Rave written him an advertisement {1 rhyme. His name is Newman. I am gending you the ‘ad’ because I think it very cute.” Here's Miss Alton's vhyme: A wears | eee SOUNDS REASONABLE ENOUGH. to a class of little Parliament. Conclud- it obo cam toll me what ‘M. P.’ means “Moving pictures!’” replied one ‘It don’t, neither!” came from an- see. Uttle girl, “It means Mary ford. “Well, I'll be darned!" was the teacher's comment. Then, according to Wella Hawks, abe went out and drank a bigh-ball. HOW DID HE MEAN THAT? “Bay,” said a vaudeville manager to B.D. Berg recently, “1 want you to ome down to my home and hear my daughter sing, She's got the sweet- est voice in this town. I'll have her aing half an hour and then we'll have dinner.” “All right” replied Mr. Berg. “Tit be there, but I'm afraid I'll be half an hour late,” Gossip, Mona Hungerford bas returned from England where she nursed ‘wounded soldiers. Julian Eltinge will begin bis season ———EEE ee Physicians Say: “Boil Your Clothes’ +> as to make them perfectly el an, sweet and hygien'e, VAN'S NORUB makes ALL your clothes sun.tary, sweet: smelling and hygienically CLEAN, yet requires NO RUBBING Se & 10 Aut, Ry. Players ue Bhubert 1 ''"S'MATTER, I l WELL WOourDd ed wane ev we ANYVTHine iM , Paw TcURAR | , FoR Daver | TORAY y Lie” 9 ¢ cmeraen 100 ‘Orr Lb CG Penmnn Oe m+ Ronnng Wont HENRY HASENPFEFFER BAD “THING “Th “Tey a Poor FeLer ) e'; FIVER IN Some ¢ PDA. Grock Ay wae or) AN’ LOOT Hi “RoLi”= An ALL HO FRIENDS Give Him “TH LAUGHY 5 + So FAR “TopAY ! LWONDER Far “THE NEXT TOWN in the comedy, “Cousin Lucy,” Sept. 14, in Johnstown, Pa. ic Blinn bas been added to the begu: three which Anna Held will sing in ber new usical play, “Follow Me!" Thomas A. Wise will not only play Falstaff in Silvio Hein's production of “The Merry Wives," but will direct the rehearsals, The Drama League has just eent out a bulletin commending the new O'Higgins-Ford comedy, “Mr. Las- arus.” Sam L. Harrie of the New York Star, is the proud father of a hand- some boy named Edward. The obild Woks like his mother. Belle Asblyn, who arrived from Europe Benda , found her home at Freeport ha mn robbed of nearly everything not nailed down. The Danse de Follies will be closed next week while preparations are made to open the new “Midnight Frolic” on Sept, Two performances will be given the opening night, one at 9 o'clock and the other at 12. Junie McCree has been commis. sioned to write the act, consisting of will use in vaudeville, ‘tem, Cross and Walter H. Andrews have completed @ three-act called “Our fons and ‘THIS MAN TO EXPAND, Manager Hulquist of Wilooa, Neb., will add fifty seats to his capacity (ia) Opera House ANOTHER TOUGH BLOw. Kickapoo Wilson, who has been eelling peanuts with the Ringling Cireus, arrived bome to-day, He says he ie through witb the theatrical business.—Henderson (Neb.) Tribune. FOOLISHMENT. id while With yom, be mule; ane FR ad cat an om When ‘pooe sister polled “io, aot Wille ‘aid, "I"m "wild, ad, Bue FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE. Woman—l want to make a will covering all my property, and I don't know how to do it. Lawyer—Don't worry. Just leave it to me. Woman—I guess I might as well. You'll get It anyway, ES Quite a Difference. RS. ATKINS, dissatisfied witn the number of times one man; came to see her cook, spoke to her about it. “When I engaged you, urtha,” she sald, “you told me you dno man friends. Now whenever I the kitchen I find the same you, ma‘am,” smiled Ma: ) ain't no fren’ ob mine." “No friend? Then who !s he?” “He's ma husban’.” — Rehoboth Gunday Herald GEE AXEL, THis 1s creat! WE COVERED 200 MILES YESTERDAY AN’ 100 MILES song eketohes, which Fay Templeton | revered Goddess of Mercy whose {loas would bring suffering upon the | |city. Iphigenia listened tn a daze as the man charged her with having | pi i to bring a scourge upon the inhabitants, saying that she was in league with all the devils of three worlds, He finished his harangue »}and the priests conferred in low ——— NEG AN AOD Ve FoR Home “They ALL KIDDED MIM ‘BolT WaT we AN WET A BALIN’ our LOOEY AND AXEL AW, VY Stouts VE How AWT VE ENVOY! 82, \ WUNDERFuL RUE MINUTE MOVIES By James C. Young a Capyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World.) PHIGENIA, now high priestess in | @ strange Chine: ty, looked out across the roofs, Somewhere, away off there, lay the road to home, She felt #0 alone, eo small and helpless among her new and/ strangely found subjects, What if’ they were to disclaim her, tf the idol which she had found failed to protect her? They had pi life and death allegiance, Would they obey? Determined to hasard all on one bold stroke, Iphigenia summoned a servant and went to the great throne room in the temple, where she com- manded that the priests appear, She told them that her heart yearned for her native place, that she was glad to have restored the Goddess of Mercy, | but felt unworthy to be their | priestess and wanted to leave, Would they help her? Their protests unavailing, the Driests agreed and Iphigenia was put into a state carriage of odd design } And started off, ahe knew not whither. | | But it was the first step toward home | | and she bid them goodby in # fervor | of gratitude, They had scarcely left the city. when @ screaming multitude poured j through the gates and surrounded her carriage, The idol had been stolen! Iphigenia was accused! Her obsequious escort of a minute before turned upon Iphigenia in a rage and she was dragged back into the city e@nd to the temple, While the crowd cried aloud for her punishment a fa- natical priest upbraided the forlorn girl and called upon her to return | their goddess, She made a weak de- | ng that she knew 1oth- idol's disappearance, But her appeals only served to maqaom the throng, which swept forward in @ crescendo of screams, demauuag her life, The priests called for quiet and barred the way to her would-be slayers. Then one told how she had brought the idol back, only to tm- pose upon its worshippers, and how oh ad stolen it from them—the tones. One stepped forth and an- mounced her fate, She was to be buried alive on the morrow! mann ) WE WOULD GAY— be ba J WS HARD Lich HE y AIN'Y Fer ~~ HED Gert TH 1018 Proms Puendming Oo (WT Rvening Werte) VORRY Wow FAR (T BANE “TS VUN TOWN? NG WN z pian) (Seen | a “A Husband Is Not Without Sympathy Save In His Own Home!" Home and Comic Page of THE EVENING WORLD, Tuesday. September 132. 1916 Otherwise 1 Wouldn't Be Much of a Meal, Would It? | what] °° yh We Feel Sorry for Axel Even if He IS a Fathead! DONT Tak TMES * (T'S YOUR MACHINE AN YOusHTA HAD BRAINS ENOUGH T'FUL (T 6 UP with GasoLING A BEFORE WE STARTED+ i WHEN YOU WERE A BOY By Jack Callahan. j THE MOST TRYING WYV7Ge MOMENT OF UY Ge YOUR YOUNG Y LIFE. W, = I WISH YOU'D MAKE UP YouR MIND! ARE YOU GOIN’ B TAVE A WALK WITH ME OR GO WITH THOSE ROWDIES ? 1 WANNA Go BACK IN THIS RESTARAUNT AGAIN. WAIT FoR JAKE WOULD HAVE TAKEN HELENA OUT TO DINE AGAIN ———_______—_> . NATCHAM NATCdALY \- 4 Teomt Whine ( Yo tary / i+ @ By Bud Coumhan (Sou You Hun? & SY'PooR Lookin’ Goor! AY VUNDER How FAR, YT BANE To DAS NEXT Town ?$? aa oY Ro Y Z 22 “x ( COME ON, HAROLD, —Y DOE Be 4 JIMMIE'S GOT A ae NICKEL AN' HE'S WHAT D'YA' GOIN' TO ‘DiVY” WITH WANNA 6E us. PLAYING WITH ‘OW.YOU. HAROLD! MY WAGON. IF My WAGON, You ey YOU LEFT THIS QUARTER ON THE TABLE. AND THE WAITER WAS WUST GOIN! i POCKET iT -WELL- SHE WASN'T ACCUSTOMED TO DINING WITH GINKS WHO BELIEVE IN TIPPING THE WAITER, WA AAAAADEIA AREER RA OODDAEDADRAR PMID D RIA poEaRDaAARAAAAE a POP’S MUTUAL MOTOR ; By Alma Woodward | Copyright, 1916, by The Prom Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Wend.) SOENE: The road leading to South Shore, Mra. B, (squeiched)—He was the tor ‘ht acaet Pte! ug ctulttftt | rudest thing! But. of course you ine Tomarka about, who's going Wout am base | have to excuse the ignorant. (CI i lutea ermarilatun typ venga) IRE the, aubject) Now, 1 do. see, the the chimney, go It 18 ope. Ob, goedy. wicel, anorte into ve collar duster—end says pothing.) so glad. Speed ber up, 4 we'll get there sooner, | RS. A. (gayly, from the tonneau) | ! ber op = ge? 7 t= ‘ar tares inte id —This te the dearest thing for you to do, Mr. Mitt, and so unusual! I don't suppose that ever |before @ party of peovie who have ue a (eeptergnely, Ol ald the int the summer together in a place| CAt even. Here, A jand have had such a glorious time| wot yA pq with, enthusiasm! well, the tennis court doesn't look 60 worse, Miss, A few weeds here and there, but— Mrs. B.—I see the curtaing at my window. I was so afraid they had taken them down and the place would look all deserted and everything. Let's wet out, folks, and just play around like we used to all summer. oa it octee Seah A. (with disappointmeat)— the front door is locked! Doesn't that seem funny? Who ever thought of locking the freat door during the summer Mrs. B. (ligtening)—And I éoa't hear @ aound, cat's here. So somebody must be around, Mr. B, (cheerfully)—Wait ti we all down one of Jerry's old mint smashes. Then it will seem like old times, Jerry! Jerry! 14, wrinkled goon eaten overwinter hia pipe from bis mouth aod speaks.) Native (cordially)—There ain't 20 one around to-day—they've all thing | have gone back In a body to visit it two weeks after they've broken up. it'll be #0 sentimental, sort of. Ma (firmly)—-It was I who sug- gested it, Mrs, not my husband, He hasn't got ounce of romance in his make up. The thing that gave idea was the other night were coming uptown in the And the: ood on the ving goodby for about @ half hour, ead loath to part with the other. And I thought how blue and forlorn they must all feel after having a wonder- ful vacation—and now having to go back to work, And then it came to me how Jolly It would be for us to go back to the Inn just for the day. | Pop (suceinetly)—It may be closed, | Ma (indignantly)—Closed! ‘Trust you to dig up something to queer the Joy of the occasion. Of course they are not closed. They must stay open until the first of October, It isn't like @ cheap boarding houm, you know. Mr. A (with gustatory anticipa- tion)—And maybe we won't have some meal, eh? There's nothing can come up to thelr to the fain—and there ain't n to eat tm the place, nor a drop liquor, and we don't want strangers Ground at this time of year—the sea- son's over—eo I guess you better go Goodby, eniBilently,, the sentiment-seokars car Pop, conoralin iy eakchee, wine hee # They roll down the toad.) cy i » (abruptly)—It'a too late for! blueberries, isn't it? Mre. B (having been silent long enough)—I'm going to sit-in the swinging seat just as I used to every day, and you can sit with me, Mr, A. it your wife! let you. Ma (coyly)-Now you two stop starting things right away! Aren't you ashamed? You know the time for midsummer madness Is past, Pop (unerammatical tn his disap- proval)—There ain't such a thing as midatimmer madness after twenty, Tf thera ts, It's perennial lunacy. | We'll be there tn about ten minntes. Mra. TE (standing un tnt) T think T see ft In the dis the dear red roof—It inet feel aueer around the heart to sae it Pop (kMfovlv)—It hasn't got a red | roof—that's the poultry farm un the) road—the one where the man told | your hnshand that he knew those weren't she kind of broilers he was | looking for! COLLARS GO WELL WITH BOW OR FoUR- | | IN-HAND —18cta.each, 6tor 99cem, | CLUETT, PEABODY & CO. INC. manens