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MAY 1, 1920 Creator of Fairies at 7; One of Her Best Stories Told to Evening World Little Bessie Gulick, Who Charms Many Audiences, Tells All About “Prince Cutey.” By Marguerite Dean. Copreight, 1990, by The Prem Publishing Co, NCE upon a time there lived in Pussyland a father pussy, ir sé Dpuesy and a baby pussy. (Tee New York Brening + ‘The baby pussy’s name was Prince j Cutey because his father was King of the Pussies.” One chubby hand smoothing out the slightly rumpled pink chambray school frock, marks of a festive lollipop about the baby mouth with its row . of “barn-doors” where teeth are going to be, soft brown bobbed hair stray- * ing in every direction over the little head—that was seven-year-old Bliza- beth Pauline Gulick, youngest story teller in the United States, as she told me yesterday afternoon one of the fairy tales with which she will enter- tain an audience of children in a course of morning matinees beginning Saturday at the Hotel Vanderbilt. Etizabeth is not, strictly speaking, a “professional” :child— whereby she es- capes that little being’s heritage of vanity and “pose.” Elizabeth lives in her own home, with her father and mother—neither connected with the stage “at No, 2587 East Sixth Street, Brooklyn. She goes to school,” nlnys with her dolls, and leads the nor- mal, happy life of a nor- mal, happy youngster. Yet for two years—since she was five—she has been making happy special au- diences of children, small and lange, in New York and Boston, by telling them the tales of fairies and giants evolved in her own Kittle brain and first told to “daddie” just be- fore bedtime, “She used to ask her father for stories,” liza- beth's mother explained to me, “and then she would say, ‘Now, daddie, I'll tell YOU one!’ Then some of our friends wanted her to best her stories at their houses, and then she was asked to give special matinees for ghildren at Boston and New York hotels. She never had a bit of professional in- utruction, which probably is why she's so spontaneous. Site just LOVES to tell her stories—of course she'll tell you one!” And when we had drunk our tea, “Bessie,” as her mother calls her, cuddled her chunky little self down beside me in the corner of the sofa and began the tale of the Kitten Prince. Her voice ts soft and clear and sweet, but the best thing about her story telling is its perfect serious- ness, I have yet to see the grown-up who can tell a fairy story as if it were true, Little Bessie Gulick’s voice lingers with loving emphasis on the very word “fairy”; to her, a fairy is obviously as real a being as a ehiid. or“Mne day there came to Pussyland gees fairy whose name was Mis- ehler,” she related soberly. “On his way through the streets of the town where Prince Cuteyjs father and mother lived in the 'Barrel Palace the bad fairy waved his magic stick over two little kittens who were play- ing in the street, and before they knew what had happened their tails were tied in a knot and could not be separated, “But the brave King of the Pussies * could not watch the sufferings of the twe little kitties, He sprang at the bad fairy and before Mischief knew what had happened he was thrown into the road and the kitties’ tails were untied. Mischlef was so angry that he waved his magic atick over the King, who suddenly turned into the poorest of cats. Not only that, put the Barrel Palace, where the King ‘and Queen lived with the Prince, crumbled into pieces and the Queen also was turned into a poor cat.” Of course, as everybody who ever has read a fairy story suspects, Prince Cutey has to rescue his poor father and mother and punish the bad fairy, Mischief, He goes on a journey and finally discovers “the | EMIZABETHS PACLINE, » GOL. erga annee cutest and dearest old lady you ever saw.” < A “She was dressed,” Miss Bessle ox- plained, gloatingly, “In a pink gown that was held up with what looked like the hoops that little boys and girls roll along the grass in the parks, and on her head she wore a bonnet of the same color. He shoes were the darlingest little things, with the cutest little silver buckles on them that you ever laid eyes on. “Go with this little stone,’ she told Prince Cutey, ‘to the old stamp that stands not far from the bridge to the left of the road that runs from Here to There. The stump is the bad fairy’s house, Drop the stone through @ little hole in the roof of the stump, covered with a purple brown leaf. When the moon is over the hill smoke will come from the stone, and the bad fairy, who always gets home with the moon, will drop his stick in his hurry to get into the house and put out the fire, Then you, from your hiding place behind the stump, will come out, pick up the stick, wave it over the stump, and the stump will dis- appear and the bad fairy will turn into the dust from which he came.’ Of course, it all happens just that way—nothing less than annihilation for offenders satisfies a child’s stern sense of justice, And, of course, Prince Cutey carries the magic stick back to his own country, changes his father and mother and his palace back to their original form, doesn't forget to reward the nice old lady, and finally burns the magic stick so that it may not do harm in the hands of any one @ “And that’s all," Bessie ended, mat- ter-of-factly. w i think I will finish my suppe: She trotted off to her half-full cup of “cambric tea,” but I pursued her with one question—although of course { knew the answer. “What are you going to be when you grow up?” “A 8 remarked Elizabeth Pauline Guliok with an intensity of conviction whiah even capital letters express but faintly, ~ Maszims of a Modern Maid Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World.) A woman may smile and smile and be a vampire still. How many wives of Presidential candidates are now making a mental moving picture of moving into the White House? The man who makes love easily lot of practice—and what of it? and charmingly doubtless has had a Fashion note: It's all over but the overalls! Probably a woman ia a superficial creature, but she never can quite be- lieve in the love so deep that it purports to be unutterable, People inherit their emotions just as they inherit their property and their opinions; few of us would love our homes or our relatives if such affections were not “hand-me-downs” as truly as grandéather’s olock and dad's politics. Bpeaking of campaign slogans, how about “Heave for Hoover?” ‘When a woman wants to argue, it is cruel and unusual punishment to e@eree with her. ‘The formula for Romance used to be moonlight, waltz mnsic and lusion; nowadays the prescription e@onfusion.” ‘There's nothing more conducive to real cheerfulness and amlability fan being cynical every day, # As Browning might havo said: runs, “white light, jazz music and “There may be heaven, there must be hell; Meantime, there is your marriage—well? 6 SHE WASHES HER DIRTY LAUNDRY INTHE BATH ROOM H 60th Street. DRE are two charming young members of the Girls’ Swim~- ming Pool Club at the West Side Y. W. C. A,, 501 West Bvery Saturday afternoon scores of just such pretty mermaids in one piece longer exists.” bathing suits, minus cumbersome stockings, can be found practicing the breast stroke, the side stroke and the trudgeon stroke. “Women are no longer the helpless, squeal- ing creatures who used to rock the boat and who had to be pulled back by a manly arm whenever they got beyond their depth,” says their instructor, Miss Marjorie “The woman who used to ‘hang her clothes on a hickory limb and not go gear the water’ no Breckenridge, Be evening World OuijaLditor Asks Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) UIJA, oh, Outja! Funny thing about it is that girls seem to be more in favor of painted lips than men are. Men are conservative; don't seem to mind much either way. Lots of girls advocate the kalso- mined kisses, however. What do you say? WOULD YOU KISS A GIRL WHO PAINTED HER LIP8? write out your opinion to-day and mail it to The Ouija Editor, The Evening World, N. Y. C. Here is what others think: Mary, Bay Ridge, Brooklyn—a be- long to the “Painted Lrps Society” and what I say is what's the use of living if you can’t live up to the times? Just give those old fogies a chance at @ girl with painted lips and seo if they Wouldn't kiss her. B. V. D.—Let’'s go, men. The fellow who would refuse to kiss a girl with painted lips should have lived a thou- sand years ago. . L. K—If a girl has really worth while lips, why paint them? Besides, what are they painted for except Lo “4 encourage kissing, and a girl who does that will never get any kisses anyway—for I'd know that she wasn't painting for my benefit only. To Old Fashioned Young Man— Hero's one girl who doesn't paint her lips, See if ouija ean tell you where she lives.—Unpainted. F. P.—I sincerely say that the lips that touch lip stick shall never touch mine! A Little Citizen: I'm a New York girl and I don’t paint my lips, Let "Old-Fashioned Young Man, the Bronx,” look around and I am sure he will find a girl he can kiss who doesn't paint her lips. J. C. C, Canarsie Centre—would I kiss « girl who paints her lips? Lead me to ‘em, My idea of a unique beauty contest would ibe to publish the pictures of those girls who don't ap- prove of painted lips. W. E. Ami have a wife that paints her lips sometimes and Oh, boy! If you can beat them you will have to go some! Irving Davis, Brooklyn, N. Y.— Anyway, a maiden who osculates with encarmined lips uaually leaves a good impression, The gan r Aap 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, Copyright, 66] LL need a lot of money this week,” remarked Mrs. Jarr. “There's all the bills, and the rent and Gertrude’s money is due, oh, dear!” “I could let you have more extra money this week only for one thing,” replied Mr. Jarr, “The boss won't give me any extra money. I get my ttle dollar-ten a day and I give it to you and you waste it on food and clothes, and there you are!" “L khew you were going to find fault with me because I did buy the makings of a cheap little dress!" cried Mrs. Jarr. “And | had to have gloves and I had to get shoes, My rf were on the ground!” ‘Our feet are always on the ground,” remarked Mr. Jarr, “Why whould we walk the ceiling? Tra, Ja, lat” ‘1 want you to stop speaking so silly and listen to me,” said Mrs. Jarr. “L toll you 1 am bothered to death to meet my bills, and you talk to me about walking on the ceiling, tra, la, la! ‘Tra, la, la, yourself and see how you like it!” “I am," said Mr. Jarr, “and | like it fine. But let us get down to brass tacks, my dear. { have no gold to give thee!” “L suppose not,” said Mrs. Jarr with a sigh, “I don't see how it is that everybody talks about high prices and yet everybody seems prosperous in this world but us.” “I'll tell you What we'll do,” yen- tured Mr, Jarr, “We'll have to economize still more. ‘Not for me!" re, m tired of cconoml the Stryvers onom| gies? You make more than that man Hangle does, and do THEY econo- mize? And does Clara Mudridge- Smith economize, or Mrs. Hickett and Cora Hickett? No; I'm the only per- von in this world that has to econo- mize.” “Maybe if you asked these people they would nomize too," suggested Mr. “That's just it,” said Mrs, Jarr. “They are always prating that they have to economize. Clara Mudr dge- Smith says she could only stay two months at Palm Beach this winter be cause she had to economize. ‘The Hicketts say they have to board be cause they can't afford to pay rent And they call that economizing, But a Mrs. Jarr, g. Why don't » or the Ran- if they all had to economize as I do they'd know the difference!" “How do you have to economize?” asked Mr, Jarr “Why, when I pay for one thing, then I can't pay for other things,” explained Mrs. Jarr. "When I bought myself the makings of a dress and got ‘You BET! | HAVE A Fan ABOUT NNY THIN IN ROON 12. cA (The New York Broning World.) some gloves 1 needed badly, and a pair of shoes and things for the chil- dren, I hadn't the money to pay Ger- trude's wages and the milk bill and the grovery bill.” “Is that what you call economia- asked Mr. Jarr. certainly do,” replied Mra, Jarr. “And especially whey I ask you for more money and you say you haven't it, or can’t get it!” “Oh, well, there's no use worrying. ‘The days come just the same and the weeks pass and the years round out one’s purse 1a filled or emptied,” said Mr, Jarr, consolingly. “I'd like to have @ filled purse just leasure of emptying whimpered Mrs. Jarr. “Life's ing but worry, worry, worry!' “Let's go out and have time and forget the worries,” sug- gested Mr. Jarr. “What say to going to the theatre and having a nice din- her at a Nice Festuurant afterward, eh?” “We might as well. ‘The money only goes, anyway,” said Mrs, Jarr, And that's how everybody econo- mizos. dinemeting Do You Know? Copyright, 1920, by ‘The Prew Publiniing Co. (The Now York Brening Work.) 1, Who is the present Governor of Ohio? 4, In what year was the Monroe Doctrine announced? % Who is playing with E. H Sothern in Shakespearian plays? 4. Of what make is the largest air plane? 5. Who succeeded Joseph Smith as the leader of the Mormons? 6. In what field of sport is Miss Bleibtrey a chainpion? 7. What race of people bave recent- ly been massacred in great numbers by the Turks 8 In what way was John Brown put to death? 9. In what State was the first oil well in the United States? 10, What general defeated at the Battle of Gettysburg? 11. What is the cut of meat called which comes from between the front logs of beat? 12, On what continent is Patagonia? QUESTIONS. 8, Julia Marlowe; ; jrigham Young Swimming; 7, Armenians; 8, Hung; Pennsylvania; 10, Lee South America, ANSWERS TO 1 1 SATURDAY, Plymouth Rocks and Pilgrims The Mayflower Started the Greatest Ancestor E Since Adam and Eve Went Over the Snake-Line Route From Eden. By Neal R. O'Hara. Coorrisht, 1998, by ‘The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Grening World.) HREE bundred years ago toe Pilgrims parked at Plymouth and started the ancestry bust ness, Today the original caste of excursionists, have more descendants than a show girl has pearls. To-day all our cotillon cooties date back to 1620 and all our chickens are de scended from Plymouth Rocks. ‘There are so many families with Puritan backgrounds, you wonder‘ whether the Mayflower carried a cargo of people or Belgian hares. Three hundred years is a long, long time, but it’s rather short to breed 50,000,000 descendants, If all the ancestry claims are cor- rect, the Pilgrim mothers deserve more credit than the Pilgrim fathers. The mothers were busier by far, When the Mayflower cut loose for America it started more than an ocean voyage. It started the great- est boom in ancestors since Adam and Eve went over the snakeline route from Eden. Either most of our best families are liars or the Mayflower was a big boat. America is divided into two classes—the first class passengers on the Mayflower and the steerage gang on the later boats. A census of those that don’t claim Mayflower ancestry looks like the total vote of Bryan for President. It’s easy to believe that many of our smarter set descended from the Plymouth or some other kind of rock. <A lot of other swell family trees show traces of solid mahogany in ‘em. However, a guy that flops back a couple of centuries to prove his family was Among Those Pres- ent isn’t pinning orchids on his own lapel. You'll notice that those that blow loudest about their descent take awful good care to forget about Darwin, Plenty of ‘em that can look back 300 years to the Mayflower get very shortsighted when they look back some more as far as the mon- keys, ‘These days there's a big slump in family stock. Pedigree doesn’t count MAY 1, . ah #0 much to-day as punch. Up batting averages are no longer. atid piled from genealogy tables. Any guy can reel off his gt grandfathers, and the further he goes the greater they get. 1 nowadays the Credit D u ack pends more on Dun and Bi ne than on Who's Who and Who Was. When the Pilgrim fathers stakes at Plymouth things were whole lot different from now, = those days it was blue laws that cove ered everything instead of bine denim. The Pilgrims controll whole worke—they raised their 4 crops and they raised their rents. The Indians were all it troubled ‘em. When the Indians little excitement they staged a Wild West massacre on the Plymouth location, Some it took as much as a string of beads to call ‘em off. a0 Life wasn't half bad for the Pil- grims. When a vamp broke lopse in the little community they put her in jail {nstead of the movies. was frowned on but not forbi ‘ and they used the same recipé¥or one and all. Swearing was as absolutely needless, but so swearing off—which made it If a Plymouth father put rock in too much rye, his didn't ghock the village. fig: ured Jared had corns om his feet in- stead of corn whiskey on his..pip. Every one went to church on Sun- day, but remember, tn those they had no golf links. Baa = long as it didn’t take too many ples to match the taste, errors, the Pills weren't @ bad béfich at all, at all. They liad a housing shortage without profiteers, fought the Indians without war taxes and they made their whiskey without amendments, “!! It. looks like their blue laws were Alico blu Lvcillle the Waltress,: Oopyriaht, “ce HPRE was a fellow in here AT this morning who sure had his nerve,” said Lucile the Waitress aa the Friendly Patron cracked his bread roll with the handle ot his knife. “What did he do?” he asked. “Why, the poor fish told me I ought to get married. He said gingle people didn’t know what real happiness was. Darned if he didn't walk right into my barnyard and get my goat. No sooner does he take o seat at the counter than he says: “ ‘Lucile, you ought to take a bus- bund.’ “‘Not me!’ I says. “His wife might bean me with a rollin’ pin.’ ‘Oh, I mean get married.’ “Yeu, I says, ‘The bigh cost of living is sure conductive to matri- mony. I got a lot of handicaps but a husband ain't one.’ “Ob, that's all bunk,’ he says. ‘If you was married you'd have a nice little home and you'd be ‘so happy when he came home at night.’ “Phat wouldn't be often enourh, I says, “‘And you'd meet dim at the door’— With @ kiss or a flatiron or some. thing.’ ‘And you'd be the queen of his heart “More Mkely the queen of clubs’ “‘Not at all! he says. ‘Marriage is divine, It is a great thing for the human race. Everybody ought to get ‘married. Now, I'd advise you to chink it over seriously.’ “1 give him a deep look, ‘Listen, Mister,’ T saya, ‘vou picked out th wrong lady to be urging marrlag opto, You got spring fever or som thing, Why, !f marriage was such a great thing’ why ain't you a hus band?’ “Tam, he says. “‘Goshl' I says. ‘You sure do love 1990, by The Pres Publishing Co, (Tee New York Rreaing Wort.) Of | your connuptial bliss, don't you? But listen, Mister; just let me apres ‘on your mind this much—I ain't going to get married, So hang off ange: menbd.while in here, please.’ “H8 smiles and hands me his ‘If you ever want me to advise you about a husband,’ he says, ‘just, nm moe!’ With this he slips the and out he goes, Gosh but he made me mad! Imagine me tying ug, to Mee wee te ak hen. Wien vucile went itehen. sho returned she handed the Friendly ie this address is? I thoug there some time and—an him a good calling dows for the way nnn Newest Notes of Science: CLINE top jacks, two to be ] pivoted to each axle of an automobile, which lifts iteelf by backing over them, have been patented by a New Orleans #_- ventor, ‘There is an island in New Zea- land nearly three miles in etrouilt- ference that {s almost entirely composed of sutpbur, mixed «ypsum and a few other mine An experimenter has succeedéd in successfully substituting eryg- tals of rochelle salt for dry egl) batteries in telephone circuits “ transmit and amplify soun@’ 3V Italian manufacturers hae de veloped an abrasive methed for making corks that wastes but § per cent. of material as compared with 4 per cent when they are cut. A Pennsylvania inventor has re- ceived a patent for ready-made concrete building parts, such, floors, roofs, stepa, &e, formed jn | metal troughs easily put toget 7