The evening world. Newspaper, August 30, 1918, Page 9

- Sa, \IMln, XY wy FRIDAY, AUGUST 30, 1918 ‘American Boys in France Needed Here as Husbands | After the War Is Over” \, “Cannot Be Spared to France,” Says Capt. J. | Gardner Smith, M. D., Discussing Subject of | Our Soldiers Marrying French Girls. ‘Next Generation Cannot Spare the Flower of Our) Youth Whom the Chance of Battle May Send Back to Us.” : By Marguerite Mooers Marshall Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening Workl) 6 MERICAN husbands for American girls!” | That is the “rebel yell” of the home guard, sounded against | a new, subtle, and perhaps dangerous drive by our own glorious | Ally—France, \ For several years most of us have felt that if France asked us for| our coat we must give her our cloak alao. Yet to the warmest generosity there are limits, and they have been passed. I think American girls will agree, by the naive suggestion in certain French journals that we provide | husbands made in America for the manless maidens of France. | In the days when Jobnnie comes marching home Paris suggests that may a Johnnie might settle down over there as Jacques Bonhomme, with @ French wife, French citizenship and, dy-and-by, @ Ittle French Jean who would love the Tricolor better than the Stars and Stripes. | slack moral fibre. If we would save! all the children of to-morrow from in- } heriting these undesirable charac- teristics we must make American hus- bands and fathers of our sturdy sol- dier boys when they come back, “Furthermore, our young men are clean, physically, Of all those I have examined for the army less than 2 | per cent. have been afficted with any | form of social discasa, The stock is | pure, with a purity which, Contt- | nentals themselves admit, is infre- quently found among their men. The | daughters of men who cannot show | a clean bill of health may them- selves hide seeds of disease Why | should clean American blood be forced | into doubtful channels ™ “Do you agree with the French journalist who so blandly assures his countrywomen that ‘Americans are | quite ready to marry you?" I asked | Dr. Smith. “Most of our boys went over there unprotected by wedding rings.’ “Not a dit of it," he faughed, with hearty reassurance. “The American boy in France probably is ready for a! flirtation with a pretty French girl, but if he's got the right stuff in him/ he wants to come back to the girl he “According to the principles of eu- genies and national fitness America after the war cannot spare to France one husband or one child,” firmly de- CAPTAIN cared Dr, J. Gardner Smith, Captain| left behind him. IN THE tn the New York State Medical Corps,| “Isn't she waiting for him and CAmMovu- when I asked him to discuss this pro- working hard? What is she to do if FLAGE posal from the point of view of an) he brings back a French wife? As CORPS American health officer. ' }eonductor on a street car, let him NEWS | give her the Frenchwoman’s fare. “The American lad who is weak-} willed enough to be dominated by! the last person he sees may marry a | French girl. Some of our boys wh | have left no sweethearts in the States ! may fall in love with French girls and play their part in a genuine romance. When the stock is right, In addition to a quarter of a cen- tury of practice in New York City, Dr. Smith haa served for the last year ag physician on the Local Draft Board for Division 170. ‘Therefore he has an admitable understanding of America’s dung man power and of how gen- erous she can afford to be with it “America and American girls need | @ the available husbands under the} the union of American brawn and fag of U Sam," ho declared,| stability with wiry French energy earnestly. “Of course, France has al should produce interesting offspring problem in her repopulation, but let! put, for the sake of the girls who WOR, her solve it some other way than by| have ‘sent them away with a smile,’ drafting our soldier boys for the mar- | there must not be many such unions. be y \ ANY \ my X GRDER WOOO vfage altar, This is a case of “Amer-| when they take place the wife should ica first.’ obey tradition and follow her Ameri- “Even if the war ends next year,| can husband to his home and country we will have lost outright large) “I prophesy," Dr, Smith concluded | number of our finest young unmar-|cheerily, “a big boom in American! ried men, our potential husbands and} marriages and American babies after fathers. The next generation can ill| the war, Real American girls are go- ypare them, It certainly cannot spare| ing to look awfully good to our chaps the flower of our youth whom the/when they return, and the commun- chance of battle may send back to us. | jt make tt easy for a returned “T have » many boys who} r to build a home and rear a have gone abroad and I know how} family, On most counts I think the fine they are. Sometimes it has made| weddings should wait till after the of our| War, but if there is any ccnsiderable **Bugs’ must xamine ck to think how many me sick to t oho atay.|chance of the French girls annexin girls are doomed to marry tho stay-| Guanes Of ihe soteneh inlay annexing L ; ri t Wgehomes, the sick, the halt, the|fast and tight before we ulloy thom iuving graduated from the Subway School of Applicd Elbows and other New York instit ime, the mentally weak, those of|aboard a transport:” Arthur Baer yesterday arrived at Camp Zachary Taylor, Kentucky, tg his valedictory, written before he left. NY inmate of New York City and fringes who has been ambushed by check room brigands, enfiladed by head waiters and sunk without warning by subway guards is thoroughly qualified to take a post-graduate in the big ballyhoo now being published on the wrong side of the big whale aqua Bright Boys | Young Charlie Schwab, When Just a Kid, Could Not Put Speed in What He Did, So He Did Something Else In- z stead; Made Rails So Folk Could Move Ahead—And Thus| rium. War has no new atrocities , He Learned to Make Things Go for Uncle Sam, as Now| ‘° show the bird who has flat You Know. wheeled @round in Mr. onts’s ou ‘ nique! dungeons for three terms THEN he was little, Charlie Schwab went out and got himself a fob] Having shrapnel bounced off W as driver of the shaky stage that rattled (in that horse power; your hatpiece 1s no worse than age) from Cresson to Loretta, Penn., and from Loretta back again. was a thoughtful boy, and as he drove along, ob, joy! luminous idea hit his cerebellum, This was it } Whoever went to Cresson, Penn., alighted, looked | around, and then desired to go away from there, nor gave a continental where. And, quite the other way} about, when luckless travellers got out in some | Lorettan street—alack! they always wanted to go back Well, Charlie was a youthful lad, but underneath | his hat he had the happy sense to see, bright tyke,} dished out at Grand Central Sta- (hat men are pretty much alike, and that, no matter} tion. Although doing their best, where you're at, in Cresson house or Brooklyn flat,| the Cheeser'’s gray gorillas haven't having a side door draped around your Adam's apple for a lavalliere. Going over the top 1s preferable to going under the bottom of an “fH” riot, All the confetti that a U boat can toss at you with appropriate gestures will seem like a bouquet of sweet cookies in comparison with the bombardment of elbows Now Charlie where he and appurtenances education. Yea, bo. Any York besides a hatrack of war. ve, ould be ? Escapes From the Subway ions of training for will take a post-graduate course in oficering artillery, Mr. Baer will probably write to The Evening World of his experiences, Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Company (‘The New York Hvening Wor iB u the place you want to be is far, oh, far indeed, from! guccecéed in monopolizing all the He Concludes War Is a Perfectly Safe Haven That Offers Respite From Sub- way Horrors, and, While War May Be Rough Fun, They Don’t Soak You a Jitney for the Privilege of Su fering Watch), Leaving These Parting Injunctions: “Don’t Carry a Bundle by the String’ and “Don’t Step on Your Chin.” BY ARTHUR (“BUGS’’) BAER. So He's Off (Without a Wrist the tamer trenches, This ayonets are merely elbows with a college es his skullplece for something else able to mobilize enough gray matter to realize that war 1s a per haven from the horrors of the way. War may be rough fu at the same time they don’t soak you a jitney for the privilege of suffering. Having no other claim to ex- emption beyond the fact that we voted for Mr, Hug! at the last election, we have taken old Doc ‘Time by the toupee and will spend our week ends mailing missiles at Cheeser, postage due. The secrecy on our part has been due to the fact that we didn't want to run into a bilzzard of wrist watches with no other protection but a Palm Beach suit and a sur. where you are, | atrocities. You can corral all the And so he quit the Cresson stage while he w atrocities that your III’ pink heart still of tender age, and made some steel for railr desires right in New York without rails, so men could travel by fast mails, And now he's making ships and| the ald of a net and an adding ships, which, in their turn, are making trips with khaki tourists to Berlin | machine. io sos the Matser—if he’s tn If Mr, Sho: Though Charlie in his early teens had little money in his jeans, w| he would have still clattered down in history as the bird who trained went to work with verve and vim and vigor and—now look at him! Now Yorkers for privations, agony and all the other embellishments his last ride in the subway. @ Shonts hadn't erated off the laurels with hie Subway Sun ARTHUR (“BUGS”) BAER—“BEFORE” AND * Picture on left taken when “Bugs” reached The Evening World after TER.” Picture on right taken five minutes later, atter he had read his summons to Camp Zachary Taylor. ned collentio prised expression, While desiring to do our bit toward making the works safe for taxidermists and chiropodists, still we have only sned up for the duration of the brawling and have no wish to spend the rest of our career buy- In the mean time, be good. Never carry a bundle by the string and don’t step on your chin, FRIDAY, AUG “Woman on the curiosity of the public Is eagerness to see new wonders as playwrights seem to see ft, is the yet & programme, would have been As a matter of fact, this melo- drama leads to the open road of drama-—that is, the sort of thing we used to got in the days when a stage heroine made it necessary for us to carry thres handkerchiefs for as many acta. In this instance there was that added strain upon the audience—a prologue For some mysterious rea- son the heroine was bereft of speech | at the outset, But a woman who doesn't talk is @ novelty—and, ac- cordingly, she deserves a rousing welcome Silent as she 1s, however, in an east side tenement where she reveals an ashean containing $50,000 to @ \police captain who Is looking for a crook who has robbed @ bank—and, incidentally, never thinks of looking for him in the bod where he lies dead—Sylvie Angot recovers her speech in Washington, Here she ts sthe devoted wife of a perfectly good American who gets no leas a poat than that of Aimbassador to Eng- Jland, Meanwhile Sylvie 1s drawn back Inte the Secret Service by the police tain who gave her a lift lout of crookdom, and he is now the chief of the bureau. It's all very complicated in spite of the fact that everything indicates clear sailing. Sylvie can’t sail with Iher husband because she fecls that any possitie ecandal would give him a black eye in London, and for the Court-Room Scene with no other knowledge of i is a friend of hers. THOMAS: MRS, DAVIS: THOMAS: MRS. DAVIS: Seven years ago, THOMAS: Where? P MRS. DAVIS: Peoria. § OGRAPHER: I didn’t get MRS. DAVIS: Peoria, THOMAS: You were living in MRS. DAVIS: I should say not. THOMAS: MRS, DAVIS: act. THOMAS: MRS. DAVIS: THOMAS: MRS, DAVIS: Peorla—we were partners idea at the time. THOMAS: But after you were MRS. DAVIS: Er—yes, sir. I was. ing it rained MRS. DAVIS: He put his name ‘THOMAS: Did he strike you? THE NEW PLAYS Interesting and Ingenious BY CHARLES DARNTON. HOUGH Barnum ts dead, his spirit still lives in the theatre. Opee ' RS, MARGARET DAVIS'S divorce case comes up. ill and Raymond Thomas, another attorney, offers to try her case 19 UST 30, the Index” aroused it falls over itself in Re . The greatest wonder of our age, spy who lurks in the theatre, Me will probably be kicked out of it by common consent before the war goes much further, but for the present the old game of “I Spy” holds the boarda.” There are so many spies in “The Woman on the Index,” acted at the Forty-eighth Street Theatre Inst night, that a card-index, insted appreciated. Yet the fact remaing that Lillian Trimble Bradley and George Broadhurst have made an inter- esting and ingenious melodrama from a story written by Frank O'Brien. further reason that she is working to put a Turkish spy out of Dusiness, | He has got hold of plans giving de- — tails of an Allied offensive, and she” lets him make love to her because she. loves her country. She does her best to look pleasant during the process, but she nearly loses her jealous hus- band as the plot thickens, and is very unhappy for the greater part of the play, Finally, however, she catches the spy in his own rooms, The play stood the test of credul- y very well until the last set, Then a Japanese valet, who turned out to be @ little spy on his own account, tried to be funny and made & very bad job of it Then, Amy Hicard came on the scene an. a French girl and fell into an Irish accent, . But the play as a whole held the interest of the audience, and for the most part {t was well acted. As the plotting lover, George Probert proved himself to be the best spy of this spy-infested season, He gave an unusually skilful performance, Ex- cept for occasional artifidial touches, Julia Dean did the finest work of her caréor in the role of the extraor= dinarily gifted heroine. Lee Baker was an effective Secret Service chief, and although Lester Lonergan had « thankless role as the husband, he was sincere and forceful. Bugenie Blair made a distinct impression as a blind woman not unlike the charac- ter that added so much to the tragedy of Zola'a “Therese Raquin.” You may safely put "The Woman on the Index” on your list, for dt Ie excellent, interest-compelling melo- drama. From “Lightnin’” Her lawyer ts it except that the Judge on the bench You are the wife of Gerald Davis? I mean, yes, sir. When were you married to him? Oct. 5. that. It's @ place. Peoria? Was your husband living there? No, Playing there, We were partners, doing a @ane- When did your husband show signs of not loving you? About a year before we were married. Then why did you marry him? Well, that’s hard to explain. You see, we were in all week—somehow it seemed a good married he was cruel to you? THOMAS: What did he do that was cruel? on the bill in larger type than mine, | BILLIE |A Hat Was the ‘Lid’ to Her Still Has Coprriatt, 1978, by ‘The Pres Publishin | ¢¢y WAS In London when I made | my stage debut. Washington ‘was my birthplace, and it was there be an actress. However, the national capital didn't offer me the opportun- ity and my ambition was forced to lie dormant until one time when I took a trip abroad. Arriving in London, 1 heard that George Edwardes wanted stage peo- ple for a now musical production called “The Bofle of Mayfair.” This struck me a8 my chance to «ratify my ambition, “Coming from America,” I thought to myself, ‘Mar, Edwardes won't know whether I'm an experienced actress or hot, I won't tell hia anything about it wntt I make good.” Even thus buoyed by my thoughts I hesitated to plunge into the manager’e presence, I feared he might look right through me and send me away as a foolish little thing. For a week I couldn't make up my mind to face him. One day, though, I was walking through a store in London and saw a wonderful hat. I knew that hat would look well on me and, oh, how I wanted it. The price mark showed seven pounds ($35). Frankly, I didn't have the money to spare, but I was determined to get that hat, I braced my nerves and faced Mr, Edwardes. experience, busy to conside®.t, “You'll do,” he said. ealary?t” that I developed an ambition to) He didn't care about the matter of Hef, was apparently too “What's ren| 1,000 woek ars iis ‘pronteterham MRS. DAVIS: Well—he was a poor judge of distance. ‘How A Began My Stage Career. BURKE First Engagement —and She’ the Hat! @ Co, (The New York Bvening Work!) | | | | With the hat in my mind Z seplieds “Seven pounds a week.” : “ANl right, Report for rebearanls,! he said. I found it easy enough. | sh. me ong called "My" Little Gakogt to sing, and 1 must have done it as it turned out to be one of the hits of the show. That's how I wan my stage career, ‘After my engagement in he pale) And sojof Mayfair" Charles Hawtry me up and I appeared in hie pany, Charles Frohman came London about that time and saw Before he left he had engaged play under his management im ive ao iomsdiags wits fos Js Under his and T became a