The evening world. Newspaper, April 17, 1917, Page 16

‘About Plays’ and Players By BIDE DUDLEY _ ARRY L. CORT, son of John IH] Cort, is to do some more pro- ducing on his own hook. He has arranged to star Max Figman in a play called “The Substitute,” open- ing at the Duquesne Theatre, Pius- bureh, May 14. Four or five years ego Mr. Figman appeared in this play on tour. The company is being organized and rehearsals will begin before the end of the week. “CENTURY GIRL” TO CLOSE. After a very prosperous season “The Century Girl,” the current at- traction at the Century Theatre, will close April 28, or a week from Bat- urday. Since it is a production espe- cially designed for a theatre equipped as is the big playhouse at Sixty- second and Central Park West, Mesare. Dillingham and Ziegfeld will not send it on tour. The next Cen- tury production will open early in eptember. Preparations for it are already under way. Joseph Urban has been retained as art director of the Century. BY WAY OF DIVERSION. Goodby, my friend Derby! It's time we should part, The weather has changed and it's warming. The @un is compelling the peach buds to start. Miss Spring, opce #0 Ol reforming. A straw hat is it to cover my brow and, frankly, it’s looking quite nifty. I've gut to get busy and dig up somehow two dol- lars, or inaybe two-fifty, Goodby, my friend Derby! A rest is ahead for you and you'd better go take it. Your rule is to sleep till the flowers are dead. A rule ts a rule, #0 don't break it. You've been a good friend and it makes me feel bad to think that you've got to be going. (Perhaps borrow two-fifty from Dad.) © you again when it's snow- “GODS” WANT “THE KNIFE,” A statement from a represe: ive of the Messrs Shubert says they have found a great demand for cheap tick- from the old-time “gallery gods.” “The Knife,” which is a melodrama involving several of the choicest of the underworld bor- rors, Is the New Bijou, which has no galle a that the 6 presenting the play at two New York theatres, ‘the other one to have a gal- lery capacity, It is therefore MACKENZIE WRITES ONE, “Would you believe i," asked Don- ald Mackenzie of Fenimore Cooper ‘Towne, recently, “I'm quite a poet?” “No, I wouldn't believe it,” replied Mr. Towne, “Well, 1 am. I'm #0 good I can make ‘joy’ rhyme with ‘Ill.’ “Laughable—perfectly ridiculous!" “Got to show you, | guess,” sald Mr. Mackenzie. Then he scribbled off the following: “For living full of peace and joy, Give me Chicago, ll,” The approach of @ policeman pre- vented trouble, OUR OWN POPULAR SONGS. A berpful youh was Skid Metiee; he'd bash r Aad when tei im love one time be acted i ‘inn Je Hawks and hemmed Chorus “Cae bash bere, Bed you tanay aid, fone cresy edn, To leare « lady in the lurch St Is very, very , red uw) ground, pes | Gossip, 2 Harold Crane is back on Broadway | in after a long season with “The Blue Paradise.” by Dave Bennett staged the Frits! | er Scheff revue, which is now at the] a: Palais Royal, in Joe Letora took one bow too many in “The Masked Model” the other | at the after of “The Thirteenth Chair’ |G n absence of a week. Heart. Her arm is sound agat Emma Dunn and “Old Lady 0 popular at the Standard thi that @ Friday matinee will be played th Rupert Darrell have joined the cast of | M “The Masked Model.” on Roscoe Arbuckic will direct the TYRONE-45in, ri ARROW formfit o} COLLAR TOPS AND BANDS ARE CURVE cUT TO rl: 2UE SHOULDERS. 2 for 306 CLUETT, PEABODY 6.CO. INCMAKERS PAINLESSLY AND PERMANENTLY REMOVED BY ELECTROLYSIS zh, omy known to» that wi tively ive permanent relief Consult at re. ney assured, MME. ARCHER, 23 W. ASTH ST,, Nv. Y. Bumstead’s Worm Syrup Bech ceiling, se » @ Fatty Arbuckle rand's orche: Harold de bi ‘imitive e Letty Yorke, re eld in “Follow Me “The Highwayman,” Sophye Barnard y Hubbell and Golden to her rep toire at the Hippodrome. yesterday, | nd Powers's clephants were seen a new act. Roshanara began an engagement the Cocoanut Grove last night. “ and the curtain knocked him | She danced legends of Burmah and out. Ceylon, Katherine La Balle bas returned to | began a series of nightly fits at the rove lant night, also. Helen Ware of “Bosom Friends" is Louise Dresser is going to Washing-/an officer in the Canteen Squad of ton this week to rejoin “Have a|the National Service, e canteen? Sybil Carman ts to appear in the new Ziegfeld “Midnight Frolic,” which | Eddie Garvie, Isabel D'Armond and | w%™ be offered the first time next | onday, She's the cute little wiggly ne with the pigtatl, Benjamin Chapin, who has spent twenty years appearing on the stage as Lincoln, ta to take the role of the martyred President in a series of ms, Now Marton Davies of “Oh, Roy!” is to have a “Little Club.” It will | use the lounge room at the Princess Theatre, It will be called ‘ Davies's Petit Bouper Club, membership bad_newa 1s $100, The Stage Children's Fund will| sid its annual spring dance at! Isinere Hall Saturday afternoon, pri) 28, ANSWERS TO INQUIRIES, Newark Correspondent—That's an \d_ story. H, Stein-—1 haven't apace for that | poem, Sorry! Gleason—See Chamberlain Brown, | Fitzgerald Building A. B. 8.—Address Fairbanks, care | Artoraft, Godfrey Building. A THOUGHT FOR TO-DAY. Reversing in the one-step isn't con- aidered the correct thing to do now SUPERFLUOUS BAUR (22022 ott fees sutt OS S088 FOOLISHMENT, ra next Sunday wh! “.vorts on the secre ker will tilustrate t otlons of the Japanese at the Cowmopolitan Club's next dinner, He ts in “The Willow Tree.” tly with Anna has been en gaged for the role of Dolly Primrose dded a new song | Buddy, the negro drummer, League for Women's Fine, but what's to be in Por 1 DReamedD J+|Ad PENNY AN winnie He Toor FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE, “The Caar doesn't ride in jitney buses any more.” Why not?" Beca ealth since they took all his| ey be's Niobolag.” EVERY THING HE EVER DID Tut my DeAR CHD winnie REALLY DIDNT GET THe. PENNY O He CANT Give BACK To You WHY DAWGON' "IM HE FLOATS ROUND DS HeRe “LOBBY AT ALL HOURS CB De NIGHT IN Hid 1 RIGHT? Aw!, * NIGHTOHIRT” YEZZAL Well He CANT HELP THAT SAM’ Brenig World Daily Magazine ~ ‘No Doubt About It—the Little Fellow’s Logic Is Good! OUGHTA Give ''T TACK To MR gee ve MoS ‘SONAMBULIST DAT 07 WELL He CANT AY No B.AM. IN HS * NIGHTIE** Deed HE were THUMBUDDY MEANDER "ROUND Did HOTEL GREASE Cups! PROTECTING KNEES OF “TROUSERS WHILE @REASING CANTILEVERS, THIS EUMNATE S DANGER OF RUBBING AGAINST MUDDY FENDERS. L WISH | COULD GET HOLD OF THE MAN WHO INVENTED RELATIVES MUST BE “THIS (S THE WAY TO SAVE VEST WORKING ON REAR SPRING SHACKLES THEIR COMBINED WEIGHT WILL WEAR OUT MY Tires ¢ “TURNED ALC THE CUPS Down. ALL OF HIS FRIENDS AND “THE SUPPLY (S UNLIMITED? ERE'S STILL ANOTHER ONE. 1 NEVER SAW perore! METHOD OF FINDING OUT IF YouVE WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE, PUT ON ONE BIG CUP WITH “TUBES RUNNING “TO ALL “THE. JOINTS ? DOING AWAY WITH SPRAWLING ON YOUR. BACK “To GREASE. FRONT AXELS. , RELIGION” No MATTAH WOT DE FATHEADS Y-3 | Lucile the Waitr By Bide Dudley ess | said Lucile, the Waitress, to the Friendly Patron as he un- folded his paper napkin, “A what?" he asked: “Oh, one of those fellows who knew what the weather's about to slip us, only they don't. He sets right next to where you're at and here comes me, skidding up to get his wishes with a emile on my face and hoping he don’t want fried eggs, because some of them hasn't been very good this morning, You understand—with peo- ple scowling and sniffing eggs on all sides of your bulwarks one might prefer to be in the Red Cross trenches firing @ volley at the enemy just to keep from getting lackadasical. “But, anyway, when I ecamper up to him, he looks at me and says: ‘We're going to have rain. I feel it in my bones.’ “Well, say, friend and fellow citizen, you know I wasn't there for reporta takes. Not me! I was there for stomach reasons only, and here he was predicating about some remote rain and his bones, “I give him one look. ‘We will kindly intimidate your bones from this discussion,’ I says to him, ‘and get down to brass tacks and cock- roaches. Whadyye want to eat? “He didn't pay any undue atten- tion, ‘Funn he rattles on, ‘but when there's a rain storm coming I can tell it. “"What do you tell it? I ask, looking a@ blank as @ girl of my in- telligence can look. “"T mean,’ he says, ‘I can feel it coming on. My bones begin to ache. Your hi when it rains,’ I said. Then, remem- | bering that I’ was there to ‘dish out |the rich food and not to do the pro }and con with the victims, I says ‘And now that we understand each other, what will you eat?’ “*How's the pork chops?’ he says. ‘Well,’ I tell him, ‘I served two of to @ chauffeur this morning and from the Bureau of Weather Mis-j ‘The bigger the bone the bigger the 4 must hurt terrible | Copyright, 1917, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) ieee E had a weather prestidigi-| | tator in here this morning,” he ate one. And he wasn't near es st &@ man as you appear to be’ ou don't seem to want to recom~ mend the pork chops,’ he says, ‘Did the one chop make the chauffeur sick? “Sick? I amplified right at him, ‘Say, you couldn't make guy sick with nothin—not even talk about boney weather. He's eating in here six years and enough to kill a dozea men, but beans, “ ‘What's an individual bean? pe asks, “Individual beans, if you please,’ mean?’ I aays. ‘That means they're beans that nobody e! haven't returned and refused to eat. See, J want te do Fed $ favor by eerving you with em 7" “He says he'll try the beans end then begins to spout about the weather, making me mighty sore. ‘We're sure to have another old Moe he bs ahr b “Wait! Itell him, ‘I'l you muffler.’ ” ° “For my ears, you mean? he tell him, ‘for your fd This isn't any station for the ent of weather.’ That shut him He kept still after that save for masticulation of the beans is bis meyou don't tak “You don’ © much stock te weather predictions, eh?” asked Patron. = “Say, leten, sweetheart!* ed. “If weather Predictions ‘wets egéars I'd never give them ne borate to ride to water. Get mef* on ‘Neither do I," said Lauctle. sentence kind o° flowed out, T'll have to take a day off and ani it into my head to get ita full vi ‘a ———— SAD CASE. ‘“ AY Task the cause of all this excitement?” asked the nger in the little village, plied the cor '- lebrating the iii t inhabitant, She's Indeed! And may I ask whe te t ifttle man with the dread sud face, walking by the old wide?” “Oh, that's the old lady's somés- law, Hes been keeping aa on her life insurance 4 the last thirty years,”—~Ti r