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a MIP I BM BES 8 a er 5 nM Nye EM NMEA UESDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1918 | yy = a American Leader of Airmen | , al V bag WhoDowned vonRichthofen | V=anatustsasie. Sse See TONERS Tells How Fight Was Won Von Richthofen’s Last Air Battle | DRAWN FROM CAPT. LE BOUTILLIER’S DESCRIPTION OF THE FATAL FIGHT IN WHICH THE Capt. LeBoutillier, R. A. F., East Orange Boy, Now| Grpy an MASTER ACE LED HIS FAMOUS “FLYING CIR OWN DEATH Ltiemedll| |_TUESPAY: - THE NEW PLAYS “Mr. Barnum” All Over the Lot BY CHARLES DARNTO KOADWAY, as you know, isn't on the map that includes « eirous parade, But when “Mr. Barnum” came to town last night there were great expectations In the crowd that filled the Criterion Theatre, / Barnum is @ name that even Belasco may hold in reverence. In Barn there 4s the spell of show—and Broadway follows its own lights. ‘The best part of the show provided by Harrison Rhodes and Thomas \ Gu SEPTEMBER 10, 1918" T Home on Leave, Commanded British Air Squad- : ron That Rose to Meet the “Flying Circus,” Smashed It and Drove It Back on Crippled Wings, Leaving Behind Its Fallen Leader Who, Had Led It into Battle for the Last Time. By Will B. Conyright that will survive in the annals of aerial combat not because picturesque nomenclature, but commander, who came and saw and conquered—AND WAS CONQU Greatest Prussian ace, with eight 1918, by The Press Pubtishing Bo MANFRED VON RICHTHOFEN’'S “Flying Circus” ts a Johnstone Co, (The New York Brening Worl!) because of the prowess of its y planes to his crodit, Uf the rman record is true, the pride of the Kaiser’s heart (being the one title in his |! outfit any way efficient), Richthofen fying to know that an American boy into the “Cire! and broke up the sh Capt. Oliver . LeBoutillier, R. A. finally met his match, and it is grati L commanded the squadron that went) F,, of East Orange, N. J., now home | on leave, had the honor of leading his men into the melee that resulted im bagging the Baron. Last spring when Ludendorff launched the firet great Gorman offense of the year in Picardy, young LeBoutillior went over the topof-thetop : throughout the drive, alone or accompanied by his squadron, bringing | down Boche planes, patrolling air lanes and playing one-night stands as | :; the British lines moved back toward Amiens. is “We changed our arrodrome three or four times a week,” said the Cap- tain with a twinkle in his blue eyes “I could tell you many interesting detaiis of that retreat,” he went on, significantly, but under pressure he became as volubdle as a sphynx. The extreme reticence of this daring com- mmcder in speaking of himself and ‘nis exploits is out of all proportion to the great importance of his squad- ron's “flying circus" performance wherein Ringmaster Richthofen was removed from the aky. His descrip- ston makes it sound so simple. “My squadron was scouting along,” he “gaid, “and we ran into the ‘Flying Circus.’ It was a cat and dog fight, ‘planes dropping on both sides and ‘Rickey’ was brought down.” ‘Miles that. Riohthofen was always fapoken of as “Rickey” by the boys, for they had known him long enough “to be very familiar, all having more , than a passing acquaintance with the German terror. 1 & “Rickey's" death oocurred on Sun- Vaay, April 21, of this year, at Sailley- Je-Bec, about six miles south of Al- bert, and was the ono great consola- tion to the British at a very trying| time. Flushed by the success of thelr | armies, the proud Baron led his/ widely press-agented and justly “Cireus,” twenty strong, ‘across the British lines, The nasal @rone of their engines buzz-sawing the air sounded like a planing mill cutting knotty timber. Below, the Gull glint of helmet tops showed like bolt ends where the two lines stood Fiveted amid wrack and ruin, The| > dily painted German vultures, Jored to circus brilliance, glittered like tinsel tn the drab surroundin, fas they swooped for prey, Richtho- fen's yvermilion ship showing the way. British anti-aircraft greeted epreaded circus with showers | aiastecea popcorn, Capt, LaBou- tillier's squadron, sighting the in- waders from afar, accepted without trepidation the challenge to battle and dashed into the lists to break Propellers, as the gallant knights in ages past were wont to break lances en the historic terraine below. Led by the American youth, the British falcons closed with the vultures, It ‘was a real battle of knights of the alr. The “Circus,” composed of picked German aces of unquestionable skill, protected the tail of the great Rich- thofen as thoir commander's red ‘wings flashed everywhere with devil- ish grace, executing the gamut of masterful evolutions, spitting wicked @treame of lead at LeBoutillier and fis dauntiess crew, On both sides Cat's-Eye Mirrors Shine re Paris's Dark Streets. Pn. is a city of darkness at pight time. Pedestrians find their way through its narrow, romantic streets and along Its mag- nificent boulevards with the aid of flashlights, to aasist in piloting them @ most novel heme has been udopted. ‘The en- trances of build- ngs are festooned with cat's eye mir- rors, lamp-posts are belted with And | warriors crashed down out of the mad | i turmoil of machines and machine guns. Bullets ripped ugly gaps! : through quivering canvas wings or exploded fragtie gasoline tanks into!) roaring flames. Spinning from aloft the antagonists swirled ike tumbler; pigeons in their desperate manoeu- | vres, ly near to the ground, when guddenly | @ vermilion comet reeled loose from the mass, hurtled through space and crashed to earth just within the } cheering British lines. Riohthofen,! ; with a bullet through his heart, had : made his last landing. Their com- | mander down, the “Circus,” with its!) flaunting colots shot to bedraggted |! ribbons, withdrew in crestfallen haste. | German observers seoing their cham- pion fall, culled for a barrage to en-|: cirele his remaina, but to no avail. A|! British soldier crawled to the doad|) Richthofen, secured his body with a! rope and drew it safely back. Capt, LeBoutfilier has a trophy of this historical engagement in the |) form of a handsome mahogany c i which ho modestly exhibits, ‘This! was made from ‘Rickey's' shatterod propeller blade,” he explained, draw- ing out a French bayonet artfully concealed in the stick. “I also have | @ plece of vermilion canvas from his plane. (Contrary to report, ‘Rickey’s’ was the only red ship in the souvenirs until there wesn't a scrap left." Richthofen was buried at Sailley-le-Sec with highest military | honors. “We gave him a wonderful tribute becoming a worthy foe,” said the Captain; “better than the boche! would permit to one of our fellows, | / My squadron did not attend the fu-| neral, as that would have been b. 3 taste, having killed him, but we most wonderful flowers.” Capt. LeBoutiliier is just one of} the East Orange boys who has | “made good.” He attended the bi, school before the war and “tried to! make the football team." He learned to fly at Mineola,*then went to Can- ada to join the Royal Flying Corps in 1916, before we dovlared war, He has been wounded once during his three years’ service, winning eariy Promotion to Captain and Com- mander at twenty-three, That aerial warfare is the most nerve-wracking branch of the ser- vice is illustrated by the Captain's statement that some of the bravest 4 most successful flyers will “go 4." In other words, develop a yellow streak.” “I have seen vet- erans of undoubted courage crack at the gamo,” he said, “They will fly up to the line only to turn back at the last moment, try again and again, and finally give it up.” ‘The Captain brought back among bis trophies a German “streamer.” This is a narrow strip of bunting, red, white and black, about two inches wide and two yards long. At one end are two neatly stitched can- vas bags, one filled with dirt, the other a buttoned pocket to contain messages. “When an Allied pilot is lost on the German side of the Jina, the report is dropped within our camp by the enemy by means of these streamers,” the Captain said. ‘We te the same wey with streamers of our colors, 0! ours are weighted with lead instead of dirt.” ‘The Captain's greatest thrill was the first of the m planes he jdowned, He was siationed on the Belgium coast at the time and chased @ boche two-seater ten miles out to sea before he knocked it out, Apparently, he would have circum. navigated the ocean if necessary, That these aviators are just a lot places of refuge, and outline house numbers, When these metal-coated reflectors catch the glam of a ‘pocket lamp they reflect rays of Vight and thereby aid one in reaching Dis destination. One such lamp-post iy shown in the acoompanying illus- Seration from Popular them; they mark| of boys is proved by the Captain, ‘We had a lark one day.” he” |"We filled our planes with bricks from a handy ruin. Then we flew over a German bas@ we had deen bombing and fired the bricks at the boche, It was great sport.” Asked when he expected to return to France, the Captain sald: “I'm going to Canada first to do instruct- ing, then on over. I'm going quick, too, because I haven't any rogistra. tion or classification cards, and I'm liable to be picked up as @ draft evader,” Gun to gun, they sped perilous. | @ ‘Circus.') We stripped the wreck for ' } % + Means just what it means, multiplied by six. te rider ac a coset sient ae CAPT OLED CLE BOUTILLIER, RAF CAPT. BARON MANFRIED VON. RICHTHOFEN | | Wise was the sideshow new world, General Tom Thumb, if you please, Queenie Mab happened to be in his i But where, was the lite Jot the circus that we treasured before {it grew out ofits teething ring? We :| were compelled to look for it ‘way 3) down South in 1850, and then we saw “it with one foot on @ boat and the other on a lot. We were kept outside | the tent—worse luck! Only old P. T. and a twelve-year-old lad with initiu- ‘|tive crawled under ;) friends filled with the spirit of adven- ture. This turn toward comradeship | had a human twist, not to mention ‘the crawl, ‘Then, too, Barnum ute : enough peanuts to put the tired busi- .'ness man of to-day quite out of busi- {ness. Yet a pocketful of peanuts doesn't make a character nor a play. oh where, “Mr. Barnum" went along in such a desultory sort of way that it was all over the lot instead of being ‘| solidly in it, In plain words, the play proved to be lacking both in pictur- ‘eequeness and humor. A lifeless bo- | ginning led to a sentimental ending lwith Jenny Lind singing at Castie Garden as a “partner” of P. T. after + ‘his romantic young manager had man- i/aged to get him into @ real estate “One of Us’ AN can't play the sald David Vin- One of Us," which opened at the jou Theatre last night, But Artbur Ashley, as @ young college man ex- ploring the underworld, proved that a gentleman might play @ very good <'ruffan. He succeeded in convincing {Miss Bertha Mann, cabaret enter- tainer, who accepted him for a regu- lar strong-arm man. Ashley married “ther by the roughest kind of tactics, and then found himself hard pressed to live out the role. Offered as a “new metropolitan com- e@iy” the piece verged strongly to mel- odrama, with pretty touches of senti- strain of humor, i, thor, showed in this dramatic adven- ture that same vigorous dialogue which has served to gain readers for 66 QOMEONE IN THE HOUS S which opened at the Knic erbocker last night, at least lachieved a novelty. Except for the final downcoming at the end of the last act, the curtain fell when no- ia ray 3? nother Letter From ‘‘Bugs Two Weeks in the Officers’. Training Camp at Louisville, Playing “Button, Button, Who’s Got a Button Unbuttoned,’’ Already Has Earned Him the Right to Put Two Letters After His Name—‘K. P.”’ BY ARTHUR (“BUGS”) BAER 1018, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Wrening Work!.) | eron your buttons all the time, and the yodel “Police your buttons” pee KENTUCKY, Sept. 7, 1918, means that an eagle-eyed second loot has piped one of your coat LD TOPPER: Been in this man's army about two wecks now buttons suffering from a lapse of memory. Your name goes down in O and it's getting used to me. It's a game that will either make his little black beok and you are out of luck. You police every- a man or a male milliner out of you and it’s making a man out thing down here. You don’t shave at all. Getting rid of your whis- of me, There isn't any piace in the works for a bird who can't stand kers is called policing your chin, Shining your boots is policing up and take it with a grin on Lis map, We get up at 5 o'clock tn the your brogans. Incidentally, we ran into a fine young splash of rain morning to put the sun out, ‘Five A, M. is sure one young hour to down here for about a week, and shining your muddy gondolas was gallop out of the hay, a tougher job than getting a Democratic majority in a Philadelphia Copyright Don't ever fall for that bunk (F - election, I finally solved the problem by lotting the mud dry on my about anybady getting homesick in | HOW TO WEEP BUTTONED Is boots, this man's army, because nobody THE BIGGEST Go Then I shined the mud. has time to get homesick, The | QUESTION Bad—eh, what? days are the longest and the short- est that I have ever experienced. By the longest | mean that we pop It You know it isn’t every gob of mud | I got to hand it to Kentucky mud for its shining qualities. sure takes a high-power polish that you can polish, What chance out of the blankets at 6 o'clock would you have of tossing a shine \F LEVER GET OUT OF THE IITCHEN and pop right back at 9 o'clock in on Jersey or Long Island mud? VL TELL YOU the evening, making sixteen hours wan ania i, WHAT THE of straight hustling. By the short- By the way, old topper, who est I mean that the hours fly hy copped the world series? We Mike bats out of Hades, haven't time to read the papers. The training is intensive, which Did anybody bust Heine zim's And life would be as . record for the 30-yard dash? Send merry as two sets of marriage chimes if it weren't for one splinter me some New York papers so in the ointment that I can read the latest mis- That's the army button, statement by my old pal Shonts. You've heard of America’s answer Bat did you ever hear of Which is about all, as I have America’s question? The army button is America’s question? How to sbake a leg on guard duty. to keep the army button buttoned is the biggest problem in the whole institution, Before I decided to put a spoon in the big battle brot!. a button Guard duty is asoft job. All youhave to dois to guard two hours on and four hours off for twenty-four hours. You also have to know a seven-foot library of orders, But it’s easy for me, I know the rules @idn’t mean any more to me than Sunday does to a near-sighted NAc WArd porcupine, But now—well, yea bo! Which is generally the way I repeat ‘em. Did you ever notice that a button had an expression? | And each misquoted order is another session of K. P. Well, it has. A button has the most unbuttoned expression (that If | ever get out of the kitchen I will tell you how the camp you ever lamped in your life, Just when you think a button is but- toned it ain't, And when you think it ain’t buttoned it ain't either, Each unbuttoned button means a cycle in the kitchen police, and from where papa sits it looks as if lil’ brighteyes ts going to fight this war out right in the kitchen, armed with a double-barrelled mop and a 42-centimetre battery of water buckets. You've got to chap- looks, Still, it’s all in a young democratic life. And you can bet your porcelain eye that I will know beiter the next war. It takes at least two wars to get expert at tis stuff. BUGS. body expected it. That time, how- ever, the audience was wondering what kept it, But the delay was explained, The “society burglar,” whose clever escape from a famous detective it had taken three authors to achieve, at the last moment had developed a conscience, which, had the curtain fallen too soon, would have been cut off by a barrage of the members of the cast lined up in a frankly “waiting” attitude, The plot, which was hatched in the city pawnshop of “The Deacon, moved in the second act to the coun- try, where it stayed for the duration of the play—long enough for Jimmy Burke, alias “The Dancer,” to get the diamond collar he was after and neatly foil the combined efforts of! Halloran and his aide, amateur criminologist Tom Har- graves, and the entire local force to trap him. But when he paved the way to the diamonds by getting Percy Glendenning to give him the “genUeman crook” part in an Detective OREVER AFTER,” a three- act American play by Owen Davis, presented by William A. Brady and featuring Alice Brady and Conrad Nagel, pleased the audi- ence to the point of tears and laugh- ter at the opening of the Central Theatre, 47th Street and Broadway, one of the new Shubert houses, last ht, ‘The opening scene of the first act shows Nagel, as an American Army captain, lying severely wounded on No Man's Land, He is raving and bis mind wanders back to the days of his boyhood love for Jennie, the role enacted by Miss Brady, “Jac the boyhood chum of “Ted,” is bend- ing down to the wounded captain, listening to the story of his love for the girl whom he put out of his life because her ambitious mother, Mrs, Russ Whytal, would not consent to Jennte marrying a poor boy. ‘The second scene is laid in the gar- Vermont home and “ce In other words, the freaks were amusing. footlights instead of sawdust they had the advantage of appearing faa ‘The fat lady was all there, the “! the canvas as| cent, newspaper reporter in| ment, and a lively if somewhat cruae| Jack Lait, the au-| police | “Forever After,’ iving skeleton” still ved, agul put on mighty airs when the midget immediate vicinity. scheme that threatened to make Bridgeport the graveyard of the elr- cus. A bareback rider who found ber |way back to a husband and two chil- jdren in Kentucky did not add to the Joy of the proceedings, and the girl vho hopped into sudden fame was en- |cumbered by an alcoholic father given |to such histrionic excesses that he | killed one act of the play before be ‘succeeded in killing himself, Mr. Wise made Barnum a genial philanthropist with always a peanut left in his pocket for the deserving performer, and he gave a touch of tenderness to the scene in which he patted the daughter of the deceased drunkard on the back, Phoebe Fos- ter played the runaway girl in her most innocent manner and with her hair hanging down her back at the proper moment. ‘The feminine hon- ors of the performance, however, were carried off with a high hand by Car- | lotta Monterey, a midget who had, - the coquetries of the sex at her fin- ger tips, When Mr. Wise raised her on his shoulder “Mr, Barnum” reached 'its highest point, "at the Bijou j dis efforts in the field of fiction. Many laughs were tucked away in bis lines, and the audience found al) 9! them. \ After the hero married the singer | her former admirer, described as “an all-around crook,” led the young geo- Ueman burglar into a second stmy jJob for the special purpose of deliver- ing him to the law. This job was to be carried out at the very home of the amateur in crime, The girl found out all about it, and followed him. Then she was, of course, apprehended and everything explained. Miss Mann made the most of her role, with pa- thetic and convincing emphasis on the fact that she wanted to be a “good 1" Mr. Vincent, the newspaper man, and Harry C. Bradley, the waiter-preacher, were particula: good. Without presenting anything in the jleast new, “One of Us" has much to whet interest and evoke laughs. “Someone in the House” amateur play in which the theft of | the collar was to be the picce de re-} | sistance, and later aided and abetted | @s a surer way a “framed” burglariz- | ing of the Glendenning safe, “for pub- | licity only,” he had not yet discovered that he had a heart—or that his per- sonality had reached the trusting |heart of Molly Brant, to whom the [collar belonged. It was when he made this discovery that he mellowed the melodrama, Robert Hudson fitted smoothly into his part as “The Dancer" in all but the first act, where, however, William B. Mack as “The Deacon” gave the Play a oromising start. The honors of the off by Lynn Fontanne as Mrs, Glen- denning and Hassard Short as Percy, who, between them justifies the play’s designation as a melodramatic comedy. Julia Hay made such a pretty Molly Brant that “The Das- cer’s” monopoly of her time scemed quite natural. Sidney Toler made | Halloran act like an honest to good- ness detective, although perhaps truer to type was John Sparks as Malone, the country police chief. All in all, Larry Evans, Walter Percival and George §. Kaufman, | who collaborated to evolve “Someone in the House,” did a workmanlike Jeb which a few nights may polish into a show that will hold the groove for | a run, ” at the Central goes back to the time before he leavese for colle; The second act desolate waste where Ted is a agi. deplets the of No Man's Land, wandering in his mind, telling boat race whtle at Harvard, Scene two of the second act is the enacting of the boat race episode, The third act shows “Ted” lying th in @ chateau, where he has been brought by stretcher bearers, Jen- nie recognizes him for the first time since he so rudely left her to go to New York to make his fortune, The last two scenes of the last aet show a party in full swing at Jen- nie’ home where Tod breaks with nis love d aves fo} Ni and later for France, + New oie In the closing scene Ted is co out of the ether, administered at the operation, while his boyhood love, as at is listening to the soft words which’ always make an eable ending to the love sprinkled through gd oley We Miss Brady never acted the applause of a packed any criterion acted a typic later as @ bra’ better, if house ts while Conrad Nagel youthtul lover, and ‘ankes soldier,