The evening world. Newspaper, August 28, 1918, Page 10

WEDNESDAY, A Dance ‘Over Do “War Stamp Step” And “A ed | As Long as We’re Teaching the Boches “Over There” to Reverse the Goose-Step, G. Hepburn Wilson, Chief Jazzinkus of the Jazz Masters’ Lodge, Thinks We Should Pu Over Here--So He’s Boosting a Few New Steps. By Will B. Copyright, 1¥16, by The Press Publishing Co, ‘AK may have stopped the non-essential manufacture of ear-muffs! for Hottentots and razors for Russians, but it has not interfered with the fabrication of new dance steps @ mailéd fist, we'll still shake a mean foot. the gocsestep, done to an accompaniment of liquid fire and gas. quite a little atrocity and called for taliated with the jazz step, which bro! when he heard it (over a good long d'stance ‘phone) played by the Marine | UGUST 28, 1918 the Top,” irplane Spiral” t a Little War on Our Hop Johnstone (The New York Wrening World.) Let the Kaiser shake } Hiss Madchesty introduced This w reprisal, So American ingenuity re- ke the Crown Prince's heart recently! 8 8 | And now we've got a whole’new set of atrocities that the dance censor | has permitted to be made public this of the Inner Circle, held at the Hotel They danced in Brussels to the si leon’s Waterloo, and we will dance week at the annual dance convention | McAlpin. | ound of the guns that spelled } to Vilhelm’s Vasserloo. G. Hepburn Wilson, the past grand jazz-master of the Inner edd | eloquently described the new inventions yesterday, with appropriate ges-'| tures of his feet. “ ne of the newest dance: ," he said, twirling his left! ankle heavenward, “is the ‘airplane spiral.’" By way of illustrating this! Intricate manoeuvre, Mr. Wilson commanded the visiting dance pilots to} assume a squadron formation and go renversements to jazz-band music th lots of back fire. ‘The “spiral” is grac Hughes Who HoaxedN. Y. Now a Reformed Joker Turned Serious by War EW YORK Is going to lose its most ingenious jester. Brian G, Hughes, President of one of New York's largest savings banks, is now ready to quit playing pranks at the expense of his friends, Not that Mr. Hughes bas run dry of ideas, but the serious busi+ ness of the great ‘European _ war into which Uncle | Sam bas plunged, coupled with the just as serious business of look- ing after the billions of pennies saved by the bank's patrons for a rainy day, has caused Mr, Hughes to relent, toa certain extent, and if he keeps bis promise he will never again cause an excited Board of Aldermen to chase out in search of a “present~ ed” park mite, only to find a plot large cnough for a single hen house, nor will friends bite Iron cigars, nor thousand other things happen which during the past fow decades have aused a side splitting scream to roll over the land. Brian G. Hughes is in his sixties. He was born in Canada, “halt Eng- lish and half Scotch,” as he puts It, and came to New York when a mite of a lad. Last month he was elected President of the Dollar Savings Bank of the Bronx, one of the largest in these parts. His first joke was trapping a flock of yellow birds in Central Park and selling them as singing canaries “Not for Sale, B. G, Hughes, Amer- Beas iva,” can be found on hand swamp lands throughout New York and New Jersey. And the L. P. B. rds hal meri er Rives. M. LT. W. on his business ci kept thousands guessing. “ is the only address he e' Prior to one of the horse shows at Madison Square Garden he bought an ul old broken down car horse which been forced into retirement by advent of electrically propelled cars aud sent her to his farm in Monroe County. He fed and fattened her and| when the show opened entered deka Orphan, by Metropolitan, dam | Electricity.” | His cat, — pedigreed | “Nicodemus, Dublin brindle, not Mor Sale,” which was bought from a street urchin for fifteen cents, won a blue ribbon from the finest imported stoca |! ever exhibited. | Waxed floor and into tail spins, side slips, vrilles and| at simulates a stalling motor—with eful to watch but difficult to execute and unless you train on bird seed you will do @ literal nose spin on the come down out of control, Anybody who can negotiate it successfully ix entitled to wear the double wings insignia, After making a perfect landing Mr. Wilson went into an explanation of the new ch step"—this war dance is another di rect violation of the Hague Confer ence. It is excusable only on the grqunds of expediency, for It pre our dancing dandies (the perfect, thirty-sixes who will shortly register ‘patriotism™ under the new draft jaw), making them willing to escape to the actual thing in France, The “Trench step” ix laid out in the for- mation of @ little sector, and while there are no wire entanglements, your partner's shins serve as an admirablo substitute, !f you don’t co-ordinate properly in that movement of the dance described as “Over the ‘Top.” This jolly conceit turns a ballroom floor into no man's land if you hap- pen to have kidney feet. Another new dance step to be in- troduced ts entitled “The War Stamp Step.” Actuated by patriotic motives, its designer evolved u rhythm calcu- lated to keep the Savings Stamps in the mindy of the flat-footed who slay at home and dance. This is done to fox-trot time, and the nov- elty introduced is a heel-and-toe a rangement back and forth two tim ending with the slapping of the foot on the floor, or, as Mr. Wilson sald, “You stamp your foot and that makes you recollect to buy a War Stam: It really makes ac stunt and should increase the sale of the Thrift | Stamps if the floor doesn't give way under the strains of “Stamp, stamp, Stamp! the boys are marching.” To the above-mentioned war dances | added a new jazz step under the name of “Jazarimba.” This euphonious title suggests what the step is like. You jazz to the sound Marimba music, a wound akin to the French pronunciation of u, in that it can't be described. ‘The step includes all of the known steps danced in one. After} secing it executed one Is convinced | that the dance designers of the “Inner | Circle” might Just as well have stuck | to war titles and c it the “Cootie.” It makes you act like you were one and had a dozen, Mr. Wilson (G. Hepburn) wants to make the ballroom safe for democ , however, and has introduced a dozen more or less pictures lutions. He w ts to get Government permission to te h th new dances to the soldiers in the cantonments as part of their physical training, which our boys go over the troupe of ballet dan rman partners on top like a swinging their ( bayonets with a grac jazz barrage Win the war, them the “Ja fulness with It mig! no m marin htfulness, « Newest Steps in 1918 ‘‘Dance Drive’’ ‘WAR DANCE” NOVELTIES DESCRIBED BY G. HEPBURN WILSON WILL B. JO. ILLUSTRATED BY k GOING OVER THE *rop-OF THE RUGS. / MR.WILSON. WANTS FOTO INSTRUCT OUR | SOLDIERS AT CAMPS ; “THE Al 2 IRPLANE SPIRAL,” te : HAS THE EFFECT: OF : ‘ A NOSE SPIN: INSTONE * WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 28, 1918 e THE NEW PLAYS e “Double Exposure” A Triple Disappointment By ARCE is the saddest thing in F idea back of it. With “Fair an up to this requirement, but © Bijou last night, he proved to be beer we're getting these days. I mention beer because one of the young husbands in the play is sup- posed to go around the corner for @ |newspaper and came back "so changed” that his wife is worried about him. Now, of course, no wel trained husband carries a flask of whiskey in his dinner clothes, though he may happen to live in an expensive apartment, Even poverty has its sideboard, But Mr. Hopwood, gay wag that he thinks he is, would have us believe otherwise. Moreover, this same hopeful author expects us to believe—for two acts at least—that an East Indian hypnotist can make one perfectly good husband swap souls with another fatrly good hus- band and thereby give two gullible wives something to think about when they're not thinking about their dressmakers, It's all so absurd that it fails to be funny—and here you have the obvious shortcoming of the piay. It doesn't matter in the end that one of the husbands has had a bad dream. The fact remains that the play is bad. With the aid of a more or less mysterious Indian bunco-worker, Mr Hopwood plays the same game he worked out so sucessfully in “Fair and Warmer"—that is, two young married pairs placed in a new en- vironment. played in the first instance drops to vulgarity in this case, There is no saving grace of humor to rescue the play from sheer burlesque. The two ee THE JAZAgiMBA* INCLUDES ALL. i THE DANCE STEPS ROLLED IN ONE ‘THE WAR STAMP STEP” REMINDS YOU TO 6E PATRIOTIC WHILE DANCING The cleverness he dis-| BY CHARLES DARNTON the world when it hasn't a sensible 4 Warmer,” Avery Hopwood measured with “Double Exposure,” exposed at ag stale, flat and unprofitable as the transplanted umorous be more husbands, with their “souls,” merely undergo an change. Nothing could simple, as matrimony {s largely @ matter of humor, sentimentally in- clined, according to the viewpoint of the author. His cheap device of mak- ing the affair a dream of an cgotis- tical painter in the end puts the fin- ishing touch on a poor piece of work Giving up three acts to this sort of thing means only a waste of time, In short, “Double Exposure” is a triple disappointment, for there is not enough humor to keep it going Three clever performers worked very hard to give action to the play John Cumberland, in his obvious manner, stirred up a laugh from time to time as the husband who took a drink out of the top of his walking stick when his wife wasn’t around. But until the last act he remained a mysterious, though sincere, drinker. Janet Beecher kept one eye on him and the other on her dressmaker’ bill in the devoted manner she has cultivated for years. When she felt tired, Mr. Cumberland soothed her b: playing Chopin like a blacksmith, John Westley lent himself to the | vagaries of an “artistic temperament” | until he was so tired that he de- served a virtuous rest. For her part, h excessively gave a restless Burke that was Double Exposure.” Francine Uarrimore, wi tousled golden hair, imitation of Billie almost as bad as 4 MARJORIE Slid Down the Engag TRANGE as it may sound, I owe S my start in the theatrical world | Miss Rambeau isters. It was the absolutely exuber- ant way 1 came down the hand-rall along the stairs in a San Francisco physical culture school that won me of becoming an actress had never entered my mind. I was very fond of outdoor sports, and in order to do the “stunts” as well us possible, I went to the physical cuiture school to get some ideas as to bow a girl's muscles could be used to the best advantage. One day after the class I came down the banisters with a couple of wild whoops. ue Ws fone Be P. G. MacLean, an actor, who had | “When the Harvest Moon Is Twinkling “This Fall’s Harvest Is Certainly Going to Look All Squirrelled Up When the Stylish Farmerettes Are Through With It—Cornfield Dolled Up Like an Outdoor Boudoir, With the Sheafs All Delicately Tinted With Heliotrope, Sprayed With Extract of Violet and Tied Up in Baby Blue Ribbons! Yea, Bo!” BY ARTHUR “BUGS” BAER. Couynigit. 1918, by Tho Prom Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) HIE best thing we can do with this Spanish influenza is to change T its name and blame it on the for everything that is happening in this corrugated vale of sor- row, moths and celluloid collars, And tossing Billhelm the credit for the old Castillian influenzy would make everybody birds Che Kaiser, That bird is responsible happy except the who are uffering from it, and at the same time, providing the ser with another alibi for smearing his already medallion splat- They are hanging lace curtains on the old wooden pump, putting la- | vallieres on the lil’ piggies and powdering the ducks’ beaks, in addi- tion to knitting ear muffs for the watchdog and socks for the goldfish. Just take a lot of queer little hops out into the suburbs when the harvest moon is buzzing brightly and you will pipe a harvest that will | knock you loose from your exemption card, Old Dobbin is wearing | coral beads instead of harness and the wheat is being threshed with big brutal hairpins instead of flail; looks shrill, The frails are getting in the crops all right, but they a vaudeville sketch, happened to be at the bottom of the stairs. Recov- proprietor of the place. “That's litte Marjorie Rambeau, with a touch of impatience in his voice, ‘and she hasn't got any more senso than a rabbit.” ‘That's all right about her sens said Mr. MacLean, “I want that girl for my act.” It turned out that he had a role for 4 sort of a tomboy woman in the act and he offered it to me. My mother said I might take it and I did. The act was called “The Lady and the Tramp,” and it was the first dramatic act the Sullivan & Considine circuit out West played, We spent fifty weeks doing it right after the per- forming dogs or the leaping lions. Everything about the old farm How | Began My ‘Stage Career | to my ability to slide down ban-| my first engagement. Really, one ) might say I slid into the life of an actress. | I was only twelve then. The idea ering from bis surprise, he sought the | “Who is that wild girl?” he asked. RAMBEAU, Banisters Right Into Her First ement. Y Mason. Lae een my hersol ‘I liked your performance very much," he said, “but I'll have to #ay it isn't is finished as that of Miss Nethersole.” I offered him a stick of chewing gum and that ended our discussion of “Camille.” I forgot to say that at the age of thirteen I weighed 156 pounds and as tall as I Since my San. Ira have travelled a lot in Dawson, Alaska, acting in stock and conducting a’ dramatic school and I'm going back there some day Without exaggeration, Alaska is, to nest place ‘amille,” also that of Olga my way of thinking, the live to on this ¢ ame rth an actress for keeps the New York fever, but I didn’t reach Broadway in a nroduc- . tered chest with the Spanish Influenza medal with four palms and are doing the job in their own sweet girlish way. After that engagement I went He A eeeaaete five viene a0, Woes ’ : ; 4 San Francisco an the} appearec Much for So ie | g t oys eight sn If it hadn't been for Cousin Willie's ambition to inherit Might be a neat but not gaudy {dea to stake our farmers to a fur- | Steck Paap erabaele fo Women| Much.” Recently I have. become a ; Bie one dyspepsia from packing his vest with Parisian pastries all of our vet louahian thapoan fale tee > this fs Pepi , age | e star ‘under the management. of It’s Hard to Trace Newtie Baker's Career—Yo 4 Can't See His Jebulantes would still be debutanting around Snot Jazzh Mah Go Trey San SaUeCee! BOUND. NONE AN One LALANES Hoe Did FATE < | wish) Sr. Maskans. plaviOg he AIG! A.) Woods, 1 0 foak thee il for * Ke eran debutantes would still be debutanting around Snobport, Jazzbo from its lingerie appearance, ‘The girlies could put on their battle |/\.q%, y aid “Camille,” but it was in|! am called a star, ne ta Trail for **Smoke! Beach and Antic City instead of chaperoning a hand painted plough frocks and take the farmers’ places in the war . vy 1 { acting, whether you @ sar or H, I jell you, NewUe Baker was a perfect devil when he was a litte the suburb vin italiani neers aie somewnet of & pertunoiory Way: ti not Ae 3 ‘aie i @ litte] in the subi | The farmerette-soldierine might point her musket at Berlin and bit | new nothing about women's charms| | have a new play called “Where poy—and that was long before he became reformed and Secre This fall's harvest is certainly going to look quirrelled up by Constantinople, but what difference would It make? and love. Mr. MacLean, however,|Poppies Bloom" now, and everybody tary of War, you know the time that the stylish farmerettes are through with it. When the " . : sie ot and what t says it suits my talents nicely, They \ Once, in his native t { Martinsburg, W. \ here Newtie : is oleomargarine They are oth snemy burgs, told me how to act and what to sy! forget one talent 1 posseas—that of,- . native town of Martinsburg, a, where Newtie was} harvest moon aims his oleomargarine colored optic at the harvest Lani a _ and I followed instructions, aliding down banlstere \ born Dec. 3, :871, this wild child played tic-tac-toe| works he sure is going to get an eyeful “ E : One day @ man came back of the! Some day perhaps one of our play- on the home of the Methodist Episcupal minister—and When the frost is on the pumpkin and the Clown Prince, and when An Iniprovised Fireless Cooker for the Camp stage and asked to aco me, I re-|MFights will give me a play with @ what do you think of that for wildness? Again, when} the corn Is in the shock, there is going to be quite a few shocks inthe | ooiixG the beans, or other! by buildin rps celved him in my dressing room| critics will have to ney Tin 'goce the Band of Hope was baving @ picnic out in Wal-) corn, Can you imagine how the neighbors in the harvest moon back- |( staples, of the camp menu be-| permitting it to. burn. to wa 4nd] ciong with my dolls, He said be had| whether they want to or not ; ton's Woods—but, no; now that Newtie sits in a high! yards will chirp when they see the corn field dolled up like an outdoor — | comes an process by embers. The cooking eld —_-—— —— —_—_— —— seat we must go easy on him. That Band of Hope| poudoir, with the sheafs all delicately tinted with heliotrope, sprayed | installation of a simple, improvised| quickly transferred into the cooker, ° incident was Just too shocking for words! with extract of violet and tied up in baby ribbons? Yea bo! fireless cooker, as| raking a hole in the mid 2 B h I F N Pl ith extra ‘ ’ , Jess cooker, as| rakir ole in the middle of the m Ww i Besides being such a tough kid, Newtie also was And the old corn fteld scargcrow will be wearing a double-breasted shown in the! pit for it coals are then raked rig t Ines ro e ays i preternaturally observant. When he was twelve years! sack coat during bankers’ business hours and dressing in a Tuxedo for sketch, Such al around the vessel and it is covered “THE BLUE PEARL.” old Old Man Whozzis, who had been Congressman| tiffin. The crows will refuse to flap to dinner unless everything is cooker permits| with embers, The lid is set in place he man who insults you, makes you suf- | OMMISSIONER DRAKE—' from Newtle's district since Andrew Jackson's time,| formal and under control, Sweet cookies! This season's harvest is the preparation/ and carefully covered with dry earth ve y ° ma van for the twenty-first time. Newtie got in on all bees going to have a contralto flavor, of a meal during | to exclude air from the embers, Four ate ie 8 Pbagag erties mate arta ua to give the torchlight processions, the bu!i’s head breakfasts You'd never know the old place now, Can you lamp a bright-eyed the day without) wire BAnsIon swith loops in the ends wees ' ieht. at's funny, and all, which were the custom down thataway, | the necessity of rting two sticks, are handy in | Laura. But | imagination most blond farmbandess escorting a gold-filled plough and stitching nice of pleats in a perfectly legal farm cut slightly on the bias with a frill of some membe whieh is the thing that smote young Newtie’ ee [removing the lid usually 4 party remain- te hot ‘opular Mechanies. 1 Webb—The price of pearls has gone up in 600 years, oe was the old corncob pipe that Congressman Whozzis| lace fences on the hem? Still, war is war, And if the men folks are over ing in camp. A - _———_ Sybil—And of women, too, always smoked when he was touring his district, on the wrong side of the Atlantic making the world safe for motor 3 feet square and et deep is MY WORD! ‘ — Newtie decided that to be a politician one had to smoke a corncob| cye) who insist on making the world unsafe Tor pedestrians, why s ina bigh and dry por n of BY-PRODUCT of the world Commissioner Drake—That’s what music is—an open door, throu, pipe. Absolutely imperative! His Uncle Amos smoked a corncob strong! then it’s up to the farmerines to gather in the crops, But it's a tough j|camp site. The bottom and War Engiond has been an} which wé can escape from life, : tough to move Baalam’s balky mule, Newtie decided to practice up on| bump to a bird who swore Off eleven years ago to clatter out to a farm | of the pit are lined with stones. enermous demand for ba bi _—— Unele Amos's cob, (Slow music here, Professor, and a little green |i d the th god M . eral boards are then nailed together, | paraphernalia, London and « ., , ‘ t ight; fora rest and then spot a moo cow with a rouged nose and Marie An r P y—N F Rioias), eile eacaings and covered with sheet iron, asbestos | lish c...es have bec unable to supply | Petrofeky—New York is not a city; it 1s @ disease. yf He took that there old cob and he went out behind the ba ~ The whole rural works are being ripped apart and crochete . [or other fireproof material to form a|th> balls, wats, gloves, masks, é&c,, Ate ie Noe head barn and The whole & ripped ap. id crocheted to. ld. The food to be cooked is brought| urgently called for by the Ame: Sybil—I never saw a real live city official at a dinner before, i can to the boiling point on the fire, and|and Canadian troops stationed in the Commissioner Drake—I suppose you thought they didn't dine—just \ j anwhile the cocker ts made ready! Pritioh Isles and nearby Weance: ate - gether by the saprona farmerettes, who refuse to strafe the potato bugs beenuse the little darlinks bave such intelligent-looking foreheads, {