The evening world. Newspaper, June 23, 1919, Page 20

of the Belmont pelt jet i B*s lai i H [ 1 i LRT i if ide iH | Etyypiepee i stall Willig Rsbigeeit. a5 it iat presets ei HE Fue! F i ‘Dd teller Cireuit manager, has returned from George L. French ts a fi bes where he served as an ath- . The other day while he was) ite director with the sist Division, U, iknow. walking along a street an automobile stopped at the @on't you drop in and see me, his mouth watering for some liquid refreshment, George went to the ad- dress and received bn shock of bis _- BELASCO SHOWS To CLOSE. Fe 4 Belasco has decided to break aw the runs of “Dark Rosaleen,” at » and “Daddies,” at the 4 by closing these attractions ‘next Gaturday night and reopening them early in August. BUDDHA GROWING RICH. on a pedestal : is not only sérving to advertise the PLUNDER. \HE Gentleman Burglar flashed his lamp in the startled eyes of the aroused head of the fam- ay, 3 Boer sicoren't sake don’t shoot!” ‘Mat box on the bureau; my money ‘watch”—— snapped: “Every time I take a @rink I am to put this bug on the table io of me"— buh"— Sih when I see two bies I'll know It is time to go home.”—Youngstown ‘Telegram. reper THEIR EXCUSES, ~ ‘WO men, who are quite well off, but very miserly in their ex- Penditures, met recently in the _ gallery of a theatre. Bach was annoyed to be seen by the other in the cheapest place of the house. "What brings you here?” each ie other. ‘o tell the truth,” said the first, t a fearful cold in my head, ae the heat ascends, I came up where it was warm. Besides, ® terrible sufferer from rheuma- About Plays and Players By BIDE DUDLEY COORDENG to Richard G. Hern-) Griffth p!lctw Manager of the | lot of loose cheng ‘Thea’ ‘arisies reason peop! ve been depositing + erga hte his shrine and nobody why, unless it is that super- stition is the cause. The negro por- ter of the theatre won't let anyoody touch the cash and he wouhin't think of annexing !t himself. No, sir: he's afraid some hoodoo would grab him. y | So Buddha continues to wax wealthy. SINCE WHAT? picking ap & rf some weird i ‘The Boy Scouts will be entertained | Coney Island, Friday. | olts bas been signed up by! eres are cone Coyne is. “Midnight Frolic” will be je on the New| Ameterdam Roof in three weeks. Bisie Ferguson is searching dill- i sa for Burope to Visit and Paris, it seems, ugh an arrangement with & Harris, Morris thy Dickson and Cari fe canoe at the “Century Mid- lero, a concertina player, is to de- i 7 vs A. cat tase cniy | Seely cheung bth beta of ble, tobe * poenee’at. the Selwyn Theatre rm that gucceesful wine and liquor dealer,/ +). valuables of the “Tumble In” called to him from the car. chorus will be safe. He has placed $100,000. in charge under @ bond of George?” asked the other man. “I'm)" 1's) announced that the success of still at the old place doing fine. Come/ tng minstrel first part in “The Vol- tm—TUi tix you up.” les has impelled ¥. Blogtela Jr. to George said he'd be giad to and the) arrange to put out @ female minstrel auto aor. The next day, with | Show to be launched early A THOUGHT FOR TO-DAY. and the writer of ai this column pick Willard to win. All 4 left the wine and| three of us it mm \ basiness and transformed his| starvation in Kansas. I took my folka up to a farm, A place of exceptional charm, They're there wtthout me, But as gay as can be, A fact that I view with alarm, FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE. who “In what color should friendship ot Cohan Theatre, | be kept?” “Tl say I don’t know.” | The Day's Good Stories | + THE ETERNAL OFFICE BOY. R. ROOT its fond of telling this story about himeclf. One day he said to his office boy, “Who bas taken my waste paper basket?” “Where's your valuables? be de-| “Mr. Johnson, sir, the caretaker,” Some time later Mr. Root usked, the victim. “My jewels are} “James, who opened that window?" is im the handbag on the dresser; my | ©) 4 “Now, look here,” said Mr, Root, shooting a hole “we call men by their first names angry ® bole tn the! tre We don't ‘mister them in this inderetand?” ——— UNUSUAL SPARROW. B® mative minister was telling the missionary in charge of his district that a sparrow had built a nest on the roof of his house, “Ig there anything in the nest yet?” asked the «missionary, “Yes,” said the Indian brother, proud of his English, “the sparrow has pups."—The World Outlook. a Bet as ral SHOCKING AN ENGLISH VALET. OW an American serving in the British army gave a London valet the shock of his life was related by a soldier returning from England. A ragged, penniless Amert- can, worn by a years fighting with the British in France, wandered into Y. M. C. A. Eagle Hut, London, and seemed so forlorn and needy that Mra Gowers, head of the ¥. M. C. A. Hos- pitality League, and wife of idoyd George's secretary, took him into their home for his leave, After a good night's rest the Ameri- can put the valet “over the jumps,” ordering his uniform pressed and gen- erally bossing the houseman in a man- ner far from what that factotum thought a humble soldier should as- Finally the servant went to Mr. Gowers to ask who the American was. Mr. Gowers did not know why Hif I may my 80, sir, ‘or opera ‘our 0 glasses?” 'e8, enlarge too much, I can’t > Par ‘a be shigiee’ pes wits over @ message which read as “Dad, I'm busted. Send another | boxes what is going on|thousand. War ts hell.” - The ragged soldier was a fornia ‘ Ch Gest has in the October, and window id the valet, COMIC PAGE MARY DO Ar You Forerr SOMETHING 4 IMPROVE MY HEALTH — IMPROVE MY CUSOIN’ =X Guees | ALL X Do Caorrtehe WIR Pram Prtitehing Oo OLY, Bong Wertd > SumPN FIERCE ©! BEEN HAVIN’ NOTHIN’ BuT “TROUBLE with (T SvER SINCE we've HAD (T! 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