The evening world. Newspaper, June 11, 1920, Page 29

JUNE 11, 1920 Caruso, the Husband Perfect! | Other Men Kick on Wife’s Losses—He Says “Don’t Worry, I'll Buy More” | ROMANCE 100 PER CENT. SUCCESS ‘Perhaps Papa-in-Law Benjamin. Will Now Forgive the i Singer, as the Rest of the Fam'ly Have Done. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Coprright. 1920, by Tee Prem Publishing Co. (The New York Krening World.) XJ OU know that perennially popular, silly season query, “What is a per- = fect trudband?” ; Nobody ever neéd {Phe answer is “Enrico Caruso. Many husbands have done generously, but thou, Enrico, excellest ‘them all! For what is a little matter of a $400,000 jewel robbery in the Caruso household? What is the disappearance of @ magnificent necklace ef 200 blue diamonds, with a large brown diamond pendant? . “Susan Lenox” A Bit Old-Fashioned « By CHARLES DARNTON By Maurice Ketten Yes, GLADYS IS A VERY Good Coon an You Beat It! suis. ITS NY Coons DAY OFF. HRS BLUFFER ©! Sou HAVE A COOK 2 WHAT'S HER NANE 2 IS SHE Goop ? BOPLE who at one time were wildly excited over David G Phillips's novel, “Susan Lenox: Her Fall and Rise,” sat qi through George V. Hobart’s dramatization of the story last at the Forty-Fourth Street Theatre and came away with a very opinion of Susan's relatives. For one, there was Uncle George. It was little less than fi in this day and age that he should threaten to send Susan to the of Corréction if she didn't marry drunken Zeb Ferguson just because had made a misstep with the faithless Bam Wright. Surely, it wae enough of Uncle George to say to her after Sam had been caught’ ing around the premises, “Will you tell me the truth, or are you as a# your mother?” All this made the play seem a bit old-fashioned, to add to the impression there were four acts and nine scenes, just! though we were getting Shakespeare instead of Hobart. At the same time the impromptu wedding offered @ good scene to Alma Tell, as the reluctant bride, and to Robert T. Haines, at first drank from the hip and then brought out the little brown ‘There’ was'no occasion for Susan to jump through the ‘window IT S A LETTER FROM Zeb's dog hadn't been on watch, Al! shé had todo was to ‘give licker until he was down and out on the bed and then unlock the Gin pai ASKING Once board the “show boat” on the Qhip Riyer she was enabled f away @ second time With a price on ‘her head ‘by the kindly old GLADYS who turned a real situation into a rehearsal and had two of the To LEAVE meniders of his company, bind and gag the:bad actor who was US AND reward. The audience enjoyed this bit of melodrama’ immensely. GO T) WoRK Luck came Susan's way again when whe sat in the park in C FoR HER natt and saved Roderick Spencer from being blackjacked: by @ Roderick’s father owned a big department stofe and he gave Susan there as a model. With this happy turn of affairs there was a show worthy of musical comedy in which Susan walked off with 2] hono: But she had no sooner got Into her street clothes than Wright confronted her and said such unpleasant things to her that) took a neat little pistol out of her muff and pointing it at him “The time has come for you to make your peace with God.” \Foturned just jn time to avert a tragedy, and was so considerate didn't even ask Susan why she carried a gun to work. This may bea with Cincinnati shopgiris. om,» Anyway, Spencer married Susan and we saw her gorgeously rented ys and happy in his expensive drawing-room, where her troublesome refa= tives, who wanted to have her discharged from the store, felt ‘terrify — | BLUFFED HER put out. ‘ (0-e)>) . Miss Tell wi very pretty Susan and managed her role with Fg tlhen Se ccan an siscreate skill ie ante ot SBaniennd melodramatic antec pat HIN he absurd. Mr. Haines, Atine Sutherland, Philip Lord and Beatrice Ni WE HAD A COOK were other alds to the performance. ‘As for the play, “The Fall and Rise of Susan Lenox” ought. to ik it again. The answer has been found. HERE IS A by Si FOR THAT S W/HERE THE TOKE COMES IN SHE IS OFFERING HER, “TEN DOLLARS MORE THAN WE PAY HER WHAT. WEIL ATEVER, “Merely the occasion for a fond, & reassuring, ~ magnificent cablegram ‘trom the Perfect Husband in Havana —a cablegram which should be printed in let* . of gold and framed and sold as a househol’ motto, ,to hang beside “God Bless Our Home,” and to serve a3 an inspiration and a model to hus- bands of u lesser mould—THIS cable- gram, addressed to Mrs. Caruso: ™° “NOT AT ALL WORRIED. DON’T WORRY. WILL RE- "PLACE ALL. DON’T THINK “ABOUT IT AGAIN. ENRICO.” ‘The American husband—any Amer- Yean husband—long has been hailed as “the best husband in the world.” ‘Never again. He loses the palm to the great Itallan opera singer in his new role, that of Superlative spouse, who, by cablegram as by magic. can dry a beautiful wife's tears for the joss of a young fortune in jewels with ‘a promise to “replace all,” and that #uperbly nonchalant command, “Don't ahink about tt again!" In an ordinary household there uld be more fuss over the theft of in icecream freezer. “Mary,” would ‘yun the domestic dialogue, “who had vthat icecream freezer last? Did you ‘leave it on the back steps? Why did you leavo it on the back steps? With all these men who come around to éut the grass, you might have known womething would disappear, — You might. just as well have invited one of them to walk off with it. Oh, I know it never happened before,’ but it's happened this time, hosn't 1t? Now I s'pose I'll have to get a new ane—it all comes out of the old man, sooner or later.” Nothing like that from the cheery, the chrivalrous Carus’. No criticism. No rebuke. No iccriminations, ‘Don't give {t another thought, darling"’— just like that! “I'll buy you loveller “Sings and necklaces than the old ones.” Oh, was there ever such an ‘unbelievably Perfect Hus®and, even in the best selling love story? No author would dare to portray him in the most sugary of romances. Truth IS stranger than fiction. The Caruso jewel robbery has set- tled one other question—namely, that the Caruso romance is a hundred per cent. success. It will be two years in August since New York was amazed by the news that its best-beloted tenor had married “quietly” the tall, blue-eyce opulently beautiful Dorothy Park Benjamin, a society girl twenty years younger than himself. Park Benjamin, Mrs. Caruso’s father, did not hesitate to express his resent- ment over the marriage, which he said he had forbidden, and, according te last accounts, has not yet becone reconciled to his son-in-law, whom he has called public singer,” al- though other members of the Benja- min family have been more cordial. Perhaps he will relent in view of the ringer’s generous cable to his daugh- ter. The singer and his wife had to give wp their honeymoon because he was, at the time of his marriage, acting for the moviesin a New York studio, but the match was proclaimed from the start a real love affair. When I interviewed Mr. and Mrs. Caruso a few months later they were the pic- ture of health and happiness. They visited Italy tom last summer, and he gave her free rein in refurnishing and rearranging his beautiful Italian villa.. When they re- turned to this country they brought the tenor's older son, Enrico jr., who appeared not the least happy mem- ber of the happy family. Finally, last winter, just before Christmas, the great ‘singer's expressed wish was granted and he became the almost ecstatic father of a small daughter, Miss Gloria Caruso. ‘And now the snobbish friends of the former Miss Benjamin, who won- dered at her marriage, must be won- dering if on Fifth Avenue or any- where else there is to’ be found a man more magnificently devoted to his wife than {3 the world’s greatest tenor, son of a poor Neapolitan me- chanic, Enrico Caruso, Perfect Hus- band! ~ The darr, [amity Copyright, 1990, by ‘The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Kvening World), 4677" REAT idea, what?” cried Jen- ei Kins, the bookkeeper, as he and Mr. Jarr were leaving the t the end of the day's toil. great idea, what?” Jenkins was alluding to was that Mr. Jenkins had fecelved word by telephone from his Hene in Bast Malaria to bring Mr. wlavr out With him’on the 6.41, as had sOMr J ing, in town shopping, taken Mrs. Jarre home with to wee i der flower and vegetable en Mr, Jarr scowled, as though the idea wax about as jolly as pallbearing a drigely day. We can play bid whist in the pemoking car,” continued Jenkins. "By freorge! You fellows living in thecity wi gon't know what comfort is. 1 ride ‘home with w bully lot of good fellows; ‘everybody has 4 Feat and we can read 8 or have a game of cardi w mgur paper: “As I sume ake if © get to 4 than {It does to go uptown tn tho crowded cura or + buses.” : te This atatement ta the commuter’ @ favorite liv, bus Mr, Jurr dida’l care ‘The longer it took io reach East Malaria the more time he wasn't J spending there, for he had been there before. “And I've been thinking that you should buy y elf a nice little home in the countr Jenkins went on, “Rents In the City are prohibitive. You should buy a house in the suburbs.” “Yours?” asked Mr. Jarr. Mr. Jenkins looked at him 4 mo- ment, “It isn't in the market," he announced. Mr, Jarr knew this wasn't true, but what's the use to rub it in? He stopped along the way while Mr, Jenkins bought a ham, a bottle of quinine pills—a marked down sale at 49 cents per hundred, large or bantam ege size quinine pills—fitty feet of clothesline, an aguteware stewpan, five pounds of coffee, three cans of condensed milk, two pounds of dog biscuit and a few other sundries. They got to the 6.41 local to Bast Malaria after @ terrific row’ with the ot gateman, who tried to stop Mr. ause, a8 the gateman sald, recognized Mr, Jurr 4s a notorious expressman, This was be- cause dare was carrying half of the suburban white man’s burden Mr, Jenkins was taking home, “George is always testy that way,” explained Mr. Jenkins when Mr. Jarr at last got through the gate. “He ™D) 0dr DOOD By Sophie Irene Loeb. Coprright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) HILD® stopping over night at @ email village in this State I _ Was having my breakfast and was being waited upon by a middle- aged woman, Her pale, thin face spoke volumes of the misery she had B suffered, but her smile was so sweet , that it conveyed @ “Oh, no," she said, “T am only the workwoman.” And it did not seem lowly to her in the least, as in- deed it was not, She was giving ser- Vioe for which she was being paid. Later I happened to go into the kitchen of this little Hostelry. There I found a very old woman, a cook and @ young girl, Theso three servitors do ail the work in this hotel, which caters to many a passerby _The old woman bakes all tho bread has to put up that holler because it's agatst the regulations for private express messengers to do a bundle carrying business on their commuta- tion ticket—." “But I hadn't .. commutation tick- et,” said Mr. Jar ‘Oh, well, he's a good fello’ George is, and he has u jarge fami! said Mr. Jenkins. “L was glad you didn’t hit him, "IE guesa you don't like commuting,” he = uddes seeing Mr. Jarr was silent. “It's too quiet and humdruin for you city dwellers!” Kvidently Mr. Jenkins was well known and popular on the train, for several of the more uproarious com- muters slapped him on the back and asked him who was the skate he had with him. “He's a friend of mine come out to look over property out our way,” explained Jenkins» “Tecan sell you anything from acer age to East Malaria’s City Hall eried u villainous real est a pushing his way in, “No sts now! Pay five dollum down or know you are four-fushing.” Bat all the etner commuters with property to sell raved such a riot at this that Mr. Jary was ¢oon an in- nogent bystander, as well as the pie and cake. With reat pride she took me into her store- jouse and showed me how carefully everything is preserved — nothing wasted, Up on a little hill she showed me the house that was hers. Somehow she had ‘been cheated out of it. Sho had no kith or kin. Teaid to her: “Wouldn't you like to go to work in the clty where yeu would just have a certain kind of work?" She anewered: “I would just love it, but do help my friend instead. needs it so much more than I. girl is bere and she secks sox schooling. She needs |t badly.” She meant the waitress. The old woman came over and whispered w. me that the girl was the waitrese’s daughter, that this girl had been 11 for so long and had had no oppor- tunity, and that the waitress had been left with the care of her, She said the girl wasn't very strong and her hope was to get in soinc school where she could learn some- thing that would assure her of a lixelhood, instead of washing dishes, “If you would only do something for her, T would be #0 happy,” con- tinued the old woman. “I am very poor myself and would love a chance such as you suggest. But it seoms to me that this child and her mother need the help even more than I.” And she wrote down the address for me go that T could let her know if some one in the big city would be a big sister to this poor girl and give her the chance she should have. Thus poor will help the poor. They are always unselfish. They always compare their lot with somepody's elve who is worse off. True, there are charitably inclined people who go @ long way to do good. And they are to be commended, — But them will actually fore- of value to themselves der that somebody else might : it Instead, as in the case of this poor Woman? T never saw such a look of appeal un she gave me when she asked mo to do something for her fellow worker instead of for herself. And when I left she fixed me a most delightful luncheon, “for fear you will get hungry on the way.” She Ix always mothering. ‘Her chil- . dren are gone. Other people's chtidven are hers and invite her solicitude T wish Tt could do something that t years some her, sore have an idea that looking and are self-conscious. Stop ‘thinking that, try belng a little more confident of your powers and you will find that you will get along aa the rest of the men you see. I don’t think age girl cares for a hand- 80 the avi sume man or a “pretty follow,” But she does admire the man who has character, who knows what he is talking about and has a sparkle of humor. Cultivate those qualities. cheer up. much or so many cards and letters. you I should not worry over the fa teres “D ‘AR MISS VINCENT—I dresser and educated beyond the averag 1 am very unhappy due to the fact that I can’t get along with the girls, | am self- am the cynosure of all e have resolved again and again to overcome this habit but it If | chance to be irl and an- n any remedy? ‘A LONELY FELLOW.” “D. r Mies Vineent: | amin h man a few as either ‘with love’ o Now, Miss Vincent, don't you a rather cold way to sign himself considering we are engaged? | have a friend who ia alto engaged to a, travelling salesman, but when | read the letters she receiv: my heart aches. | would give anything in the world to receive such beauti- ful love lette Please tell me if you think m 8 too cold? just such silent servitors. I would do for them that which thelr hearts de- | sire—somothing for which they have d and which they never have| had. Tt seeme to me if I could do this I would nave left the world much richer If L were rich I would go into the tor my coming. hways and the byways and ‘The poor always help the poor, aa een on ee that he does not write long letters ushing with love. foult thing for some people to ex- press their sentiments upon paper. Frequently the very ones Whv feel most deeply have the least power to Tt is a very dit. ryyvyvvvyvy a reyvyys The Radiance Of lertainly, within yourself! You ou are not good ORENCE K.” I think your fiance loves you vary iso he would not send you It I were t 506 FIFTH AVE. BA DAADAAADASAASAASAAAAASAALAAAASABAASADALAAADAAAAMAAAAD DADAM PEP DPDD EO POOEED ED DDE DD DDDDDDDDD @ geod movie, “Nightshade” Lacks Reality. » « S the home of unhappy families the Garrick Theatre is breakiig record these afternoons with “Nightshade,” in which the middle-aj wife of a mountaineer, whose son has married a stray girl, wan know whither she is to become a grandmother or a stepmother. With the. qiiés. tion still before the house she sends her daughter-in-law to pick cranbe in a gravel pit that {s caving in, and after the girl has been half buried for three days she is brought back raving mad, The mountaineer then ti his wife out of doors, and the son shoots at his father, but kills the girly | ‘This play ts produced by Henry Stiliman, and he {s said to be ite @uthor, The plot has dramatic quality, ag you imagine, but the story is badly All the characters talk about life until the wonder is they still Iive fin of committing suicide, and the lang they use has so little tn with. thetr surroundings that the play lacks reality. Worse still, two of these simple mountain folk have decided Enghsh accents. Content Palgo~ logue, as the wife and mother, makes the nearest approach to a real chgr- acterization. { 4 rwevvarrrs Hair! 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