The evening world. Newspaper, September 6, 1919, Page 14

| VOMIT. CCLaUld. About Plays. By BIDE AKE it from Mark A. Luescher, Manager of the Hippodrope, Sixth Avenue is now New York's Rialto. With the theatres on Forty-Second Street al} dark, he says, the crowds are Gocking to Sixth Avenue, and as a result some of the Little restaurants that used to Close at'8 P. M. are keeping open till midnight. He, states further that mew and then there is real frivolity fm the restaurants, people bursting into song and drinking fruit lemon- ades, just like they used to do on Broadway. “The wonderful illumination of the Hippodromé has done this,” said Mr. Lmescher. “Nightly it floods Sixth Avenue with cheer and draws the people from Broadway and from 424 Btreet in droves. The stores have be- gun to keep open evenings and you ought to see the people promenading past our big theatre. “The theatre is the life of the city. When the playhouses move, the center of night life moves. Wouldn't it de strange if Broadway lost its prestige to Sixth Avenue as a re- eult of the actors’ strike?’ A bit strange, perhaps, but why that word “past” in paragraph 27 “NUTT ON THE JoB. “Dear Dud: Just learned that the managers are talking of a shop of som sort, but the 'y won't let them. They want all shops closed, but have not as yet EE H ie i x8 ‘The 5 g iit & ae sete apt i His ? : i E iH ny ett ES fee F 3 i i 5 8 i E i g E i ¥ ile al eg ad i i Bi i ih a i § NO SPARE TIME B bought “H @ motor boat to “Nowr . “Now he's so i busy trying to get the thing to run that he never has @ny spare time to go riding in it."— Detroit Free Press. pont dha. SO ‘THERE'S A REASON, ff you chance to seé a prominent Kansas City attorney walking to- ward the Hall of Records, or the sounty jail, with his head hanging as im deep dejection, remember there's a ‘It all happened the other day when Lou was questioning a young culprit * who scuffed the floor with his feet, and look the world square in the eye, the way I do?” ‘oy pondered a moment and + Lawyer, did you ever go @ field of wheat when it's , didn’t you notice that scme stands up straight, ike some of it don't? I fust d to think, mister, that the stand up like you do ain't “om.” City eee sare Tipplog. Bullard CES Vibe. i ia 3 COMIC PAGE SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1919 NY : / and Players DUDLEY re Used “*Three Weeks’ One Week Only.” “Bome west siders, I fancy,” he adda, “are still waiting for the othe two Weeks.” Distressing, isn't It—or is it? TO STAGE MUSICAL PIECE. William H. Post will direct the re- hearsals of the week of the new Scibilia musical piece, “My Once in a While,” and Walter Brooks will put on the numbers. They staged “Fifty- Fifty, Ltd.,” which Scibilia will offer @s S000 as arrangements for a theatre | can be made. Natalie Bates and | Louise Higgins have been engaged for “My Once in a While.” | WAR AT HOME. Robert Allen, actor, is @ brother of Dorothy Irving, actress. rt is a member of the Equity and Dorvthy |trains along with the Fidelity. ‘They jlive with their parents in the Bronx, Now we're all set—let’s go: Robert and Dorothy got up for |breakfast yesterday morning and went Into the dining room at the bay lume. As they sat down Robert wala: “Pass me the sugar, you Fidelity thing, you!” “I will not, you Equity idiot,” camo the reply. “Now, I presume you'll tell Frank Gifimore on me.” “And you'll report me to Louis Mann.” Just then their father broke in. “T'll pass the sugar,” he said. He handed the bow! to Robert. It was empty. 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