The evening world. Newspaper, July 15, 1920, Page 25

THURSDAY, JULY 15, 1920 Pasny’s Childish Love for Sunshine, - The Pony, Stirs Jealous Emotions paige Hiei bins In the Breast of Bear Cussey Now Playing Roles in Busines The Roumanian Queen Continues Her Appealingt Mme. Clara Clemens Gabrilowitsch Tells The Evening World the True Story of Booked 52 Weeks in the Y 4 Tales of Imagination. The Glamour of the Footlights Pinky-Panky, the Imp; Sunshine With Pansy on Her Back, and Way to the Ring of the Cash Register | Trailed by Cussey, the Love-Sick Bear, Wander Through the « Dense Forest and Meet Spooty pootypuff, the Heckling Crow. Josie Sadler Prefers to Balance Figures to Displaying Them; Are ays / . , . , Summerville Sells Crullers and Tea; Sophie Tucker Dispenses — By Marie, Queen of Roumania _* Hamorist’s Banghtee Denies the Implied’ Charge of Biographer That Her Father Was Heigethed ~ermep y| fess Sener Abhiocee ow echting 0h OTHER GRIZZLES had been taken leave of, and Pansy’s party had in- A creased by one; the obstreperous Cussy waa following her every toot. ¢ ‘My Mother Appreciated the Highest Level of My Father’s Talent; the Rare Harmony of His Home in Everything From Corsets to Cows. 783 ‘ haste Daal. } abmad year foreredusaipernad og > Bote eat provoking, Life Was Such as Falls to the Lot of Few in This World,” Says.Mme. Gabrilowitsch. Cusdriht, 1208; bw Ben Baoan patter Rv ] y au! ow why “80 much objected to his com- NN NON ree 4 pewriter yearns Panionship. I think she had rather the feeling of a well-behaved little oie betund the Foollunls to emp 000 | ad jor baa pe wipe A sister who is obliged to drag a naughty small brother about with her every- being America’s greatest actress! ‘ where and js afraid of awkward scenes. But when, proudly seated onghet And yet how many wotnen, ssecessfel on the stage have taemat. sg , Pony, she turned her head to see the ridi¢ulous bear baby panting after her ‘with obstinate persistence she could not help laughing out loud, suddenly wpa o. quieter but perhaps more permanent profits of a business career! may prove that you never know your luck, or that whatever achievement realizing that it was good fun to be accompanied by a small Dear—hesides, yours you long to make it something else, 2s Na it’s always flattering to be adored, even if the adorer is rathe: an incon- Josie Sadler is the latest Broadway star to come downtown and te venient fellow. works All the old timers remember Josie Sadler, the favorite comedionpe of. | her day, who appeared in George Ade'e “Posty trom Paris” and wn Bernard in “The Silver +Slipper.” VEL L.CLEMENS AS Mark Twain henpecked? the 2 MOP! ‘Was the undoubted pessimism of this supremely great Ameri- can philosopher and humorist due to the fact that his wife kept eal him. in literary leading strings and tried to make the lion perform parlor years ago she took over Bee ‘rastandy electrical laboratory, af time of his death, although she ae drama’ a oes it siness. Copsright, 1920, by Ee Prem Publishing Go, tricks? % ; Her so or ae save aha otase to be sat Pe cio company.» B =—_ (The ow York mrening World.) “No,” says Mark Twain's only living child, Clara Clemens Gabnilowitsch. AYOR CYRUS PBRKING her ematant agree site benine © Shine taetall Uet hak oan Se aries is the oulja board?” «yty mother appreciated the highest level of my father’s talent; the rare WALKER of Delhi is consid- neatly” business-like sin appearance something for wc Ba “aan asked Mrs. Jarr solemnly. jarmony of his home life was such as falls to the lot of few In this world.” erably disturbed over an inci- 854 keeping the strictest sort of busi- quality of weed he has “ 2 ents Tho ul she adays, thing is atte ih iecoaine ee "Yes," says Van Wyck Brooks, who in his new ook, “The Ordeal of dent that occurred at the plo social Rees wours, Ferfedly, aneosentll aie Mabel | Yon ton, . ri ” given by the Women's Betterment i “Something's always happening,” Mark Twain,” has put forward the most startling and provocative theory League at the hor ‘of Prompti Wagueee ee Ore pe ee 14-4 sumer oft y in recent criticism—a theory which {s attaining the proportions of @ first- Pertle Monday evening. He thinka ; said Mr. Jarr, casually. y s. one-time erry Little Mountal “1 don't like to be caught by Pie. pind, all alone in the forest, Mrs. Jarr accepted this innocent Class literary scandal. fe Sc. wa re i oe pte nrind in it an effort to make him Maid” Mins Bynineryy le first went ci i remark as a challenge. Until E. P, Dutton brought out Mr. }iP her husoend. that she regarded nto the business of selling beauty ‘3 mM . Tage for re-election. xpel jr Pinky-Panky, who was always talking with Spootypéotypuft? Some- “Oh, that's all very well for you Brooks's volume the marriage of Mr. Quiine language which eat onc or ike this isthe case, Rareat, ‘Inne ‘yaar aoe lest 1b Mophae, Sucker ke tap Muweady for fan or mischief of any how we can't get on to say. Nothing bothers YOU and Mrs. Samuel L. Clemens was held outward signa of his latent greatness, %C! jounds and did it without Injurt ber, brother rine kind, highly appreciated the now , “Your conversation may not have 6 88, pr a ne vat Serie oro After the guests haa indulged in }, health, Then she to \ been pleasartt,”" chuckl , cried. generally to be almost as rare and merely as a literary equivalent of bad er hea: a proceetied companion. He loved complicated "Sut it was funny; it wan, in fact, as “Why, what's the matter with you, radiant a conjugal-literary romancs MANNers, as something that endan- Prune, Pie, rotemuy sueRteie® Sit write a book on “Rules for the Preser, joid@ituations, and had no objections good as a play. I therefore regret my dear?" asked Mr. Jarr, who was as the marriage of the Brownings. BUt Cyes of conventional public opinion,” Aever heard of the game, but, in ® When I talked to her she had a moat even to nolayacenes #0 long as they ‘0,nee It come to an end not looking for trouble. didn’t according to Mark Twain's latest an- “And, concludes Mr. Brooks: “It is ®Pirit of fun, he consented to particl- fascinating set of creams hnd other 4 were comic, and Pinky-Panky was yout it was a hopeless conv bhai dy alyst, he was a crippled genius and « femarkable that Mark Twain should Pate. be Pysttns auc Bihar’ wie first alds to pulchritude, which ghe 9 gomaetly aged could see ‘Nothing {s hopeless,” croaked the pase Fh ites) Pa can’ + get fank peaetinistlall hie litecbedatine of GAYS relapsed into the easy, happy ‘8 iP sold with gratifying results to her in the auto business. nny si ol ngs. crow. ‘ posture that came so natural to him Of a man known to be against the and to the buyer, She also has run ‘The Beaumont Bisters, who watd | Jar. his wife and her busy blue.pencil! in the presence of his wife, the pos- Mayor's political aspiration: fn Actrease# Theatrical Exchange be si evil “What shall we do with Cussy all reer, f hesertard oor iihg Sol ny _ “I'm not getting out of it anywa: Coming to the defense of her mother, ture of the little boy who Heeneed around and whispered tho ant Tea Room, where you could rd Wary husband of ppg SS, the time?" asked Pansy of the Elf. lau hed the ered is Solomon,” asserted Mr. Jarr. “But tell me Clara Clemens Gabrilowitsch declares to play the literary game as much as @M animal in each one's crullers, obesity breads and brandted most of # ir time lately on tl “Oh, leave him alone! His own be- King Solomon?” ‘exclaimea What's wrong. The children are all that her father's pessimism was dua he likes, a long as he isn't too rude May Peaches, all made by real, live stars. farm in New Hampshire looking ja! ' Meorind tant Gitar aa” hoy we (Abell (Paniew da aetoninnrasat: right, aren't they?” to his “habit of weighing the pain and or too vul y Lillian. Russell was incorporated as a dairy. business. Mr. Van ¥ . " Mh gn ataeer” tore away 4, They LOOK well enough,” replied joy of millions of people,”, and Mrs. Clara Clemerie Gabrilowitsoh’s re- had been around the circle, a corset maker in New Haven Several Gomme ‘comedy star, thave to treat him. Quite at the bot- wrath,” quoted the Imp; capermy Mrs. Jarr, “but who can tell what Clemens only insisted on such observ- plys ‘ready’ each one of you Must years ago, Edna Wallace Hopper is Soesw s need the help of hia 5s » tom of your heart, you know, little me q * pe! minute they may be ill? There's ance of the conventions as the public @ one living person best qualified make a ole like the antmal I've 4 atook broker. sister-in-law on the stage now.) Fensy, you are more flattered than SHOVE too clever for me," scarlet fever down the street, and it would demand in’any case. by sight of relationship and years of mentioned to you does. Are you all “ Trankie Ralley—ver. Prankle of the Who'll be the next? And whol poranersa ot pe pee aieeny Patay would just be ‘like Mrs. Rangle to Here is the case as it ix argued by loving and faithful observation to dis- Prepared to sing out?” colabrated legr— has become a clear the “dramatic temperament” te ) ‘Really and truly, he is an attract Teplied Mayor Walker Seicewoman, She sald she liked her bustness handicap? t ‘ Ras, ile | fallow. sltbough b grunted Cussy, jook- {i and let my children play with — Mr. Brooks's argument: pecked Mark Twain utterly rejects it, 1m glee. = Wotaughty. And then it paecielaa ing up at his love with adoring eyes ‘hem and catch it. es “Behold Mrs, Clemens, then, in the She is_the only ‘surviving child of “Reudy! sald Mra, Caley. " vbe FEO ee ee ee ea Fore and tremblous anout, I think you're wrong there,” said role of critic and censor!” bitterly Mr, and Mra. Clemens-—Clara Clemens . “Bow, wow, wow!” came from tho I began having such wonderful ad. _ “No, you are a good, honest little Mr. Jarr. “Rangie told me this mom- exclaims the author of “The Ordeal Gabrilowitach, the singer. The Hve- Mayor. Nobody else made a ‘sound, ventures I often thought how nice it fellow,” agreed Pansy, and Tim sald, (9%, that his children were. way up- of Mark Twain.” “A memorandum ning World asked Mme. Gabrilowitsch, Mayor Walker's /face grew red as ut Sould be to play with @ cub.” “Wow, wow!" just go that he might a spending the day with their Mark Rigais made at the time when who is living just now at Bar Harbor, be yl on gr Ore [i A we hak ty 4 ." Join in the conversation, A e and she were going over the Me, to give her impressions of her f 2 nares Br oyster ones i Now, ‘Spootypootypuft, as you have @stabl PA proofs of ‘Following the Equator’ mother’s Influence over her father, of Parent he had been made the goat. Copyright, 1920, by The Press Publishing Cg, (‘The New York Evening World.) ran’ been provoking to your heart's con- just like the Rangles,” said shows us how she concelved of her Mrs, Clemens's possible responsibility hy didn’t the rest of you make Gladys was t beauteous, red- m not; Iam cork. bide the fact that her children were Mr, Brooks and Mme. Gabrilowitsch: cuss Mr. Brooks's theory of a hen- vit VO tent, you might tell us if our mistresg Mrs. Jarr. henever we are going task. It is in dialogue between for Mark Twain's pessimism and for 8?" he demanded. haired daughter of a foreman. 3 pty Ry expects us in any special place,” said “My place and are taking the children them: “taming the lion."| This Is her reply: oll yours?” asked Clapton She might have been the original of his coming with ,us,” explained Pinky-Panky. we invite the Rangle children along, “Page 1038. J hate to have your «| am obliged to say that | have r n anti-Walker Democrat, that epigram— Bi pe The crow put hig head on one side but whenever they have any enjoy- father pictured as lashing a slave ot read Me Bi kc aber “I've been insulted,” snapped the “The American woman's road to suc- flattering fer you— ina most anhoying manner, and: fiap- ment they keep it selfishly to them- bo . Mayor. cena in paved with discarded hus- nu ought to do that in vaude- bands, " suggested Hodg The first to whom Gladys proved The Mayor could stand it no _ an irresistible lure longer. “Is Constable Pelee Brown Was a salesman. ‘si@howa that he had fallen in love with ping his wings several times, with a %!ves. That's the way everybody ea oul end niy. ththar tay whlte- a " treats us!" wash Oh don’ . Math wonssean” pro- Bneweriag: cawl" few away without “you said something about expect." ‘Page 1050. Change ‘‘breechclou » tegted the little girl. never!” exclaimed Pinky- {98 trouble and wanting to consult It's a word that you love and I abomi. . the oylja board, didn’t you?” asked nate. I would take that and “offal” present?” he asked, In the bright lexicon of her Success «gral T wont aogoe with you," Spaiog Hi SHE8e Wit NURME ACs, Jerr, out of the language.’ “Here, sir!” came from Brown, He waa defined in one word—"Civill- » mghed ‘pansy. “I am very happy simply horrid!” cried Pansy And then, before Mrs. Jarr could “‘You are steadily weakening the “Arrest that man!” zation. The officer flew at his victim. A Only Gladys and he ued how much ity of one ght followed in which Brown was _ he did for hor— endeavoring to understand = Yhucxed ‘down four times, but he And he didn’t tell, even in the divorce cheleg of an- = succeeded in quelling his man: by _ court. ‘ CD bdinad da giving him a plug of chewing tobacco He taught her that greem peas are y the contact of an inti and promising to recite “The Face , not eaten with a knife— on the Barroom Floor for him, Although he himself preferred a When the melee was over, Mayor spoon to the ultra-conventional ‘and joy of mill- yyalker left the house, deeply hurt: ye sent her to a manicurist, who told ad, with Gay when the Delhi Bazoo printed an her About a masseuse, who gave 1d account of the affair under the head- her the address of # milliner who ow, and I seem to be living im indignantly; “horrid and rude and “n8wer, the door bell rang. The English tongue, Livy.’ ef Poort of wonderful dream.” ugly. I'm’ ‘very. pleased he's flown trouble had arrived. » We can see," comments Mr. Gomething like a growl made her away; but where do you think Dame “I'd have been here sooner, Clara,” Brooks, “from this that to Mrs. Clem- Nook up, and there, upon his haunches, Dammydimmydoo wanted us to go, ‘id Mrs. Jarr's mother, finally, “but eng virility was just as offensive as sat Cussy, scowling at her with lower- to?” you never saw such a crowd of rude profanity, that she had no sense of ing brow. ‘well, it's not our fault if we do 4nd jostling women. I had to almost the difference between virility and quiet, Cussy!” scolded Pansy, not knew. We must keep.on as we knock over three or four of them be- profanity and vulgarity, We can and at'the same moment the loud were going; we are in no particular fore T could got to the bargain ooua- see also that ahe had no artistic ideal caw!” was repeated several hurry, and this forest is full of all ter. at are you doing home? 9 === Se pad one’s heart can desire. It is huge, This last remark was addressed whe is the creature?’ cried you know.” shrilly to Mr. Jarr. SS Pansy. i . “Yes, that is one of the reasons why _ “I'm always home," replied Mr. 7 ! » 4 through the newspaper, or the hi %,, ; His imported French models. Bie 1”. answered an éxtra- I love it," declared Pansy. “Is it very Jarr. “Where else should I be? Goin Down! ° * Ing of “‘Bow, Wow, Wow!’ Says Veitasy pen yolce from azove, beautiful in winter?” “I didn't ask where you should be, g torian, er actual clreumetane Our Mayor." As a result, the whole It Het ae or eee Noe. Broke, up Pansy fooked up, and there, upon “Qh! you never see North Wind, you I asked what you were doing home,’ town is talking. . “the dead branch of a pine tres, sat only hear him and feel him; he's the ‘Well, it’s none of my business, I Jeaman could not underwrite FAR READER: The only way to go to sleep is to ‘There is much tnd d jronioal one thing I dread, and I don't like to suppose!” said dear mother-in-law, <—— a AME |, Spin! “asi ape Bo Daca a be caught by him all alone in the for- “Where are the children? Runaing go to sleep. Mark Twain ; eee nin reve , the obtained the divoree, \! \ oe \ “go now I can also understand your est. He stirs up great waves of snow the streets, I suppose. Where's the |/said that the great advantage sometimes showed to develop a ani advertising Ki Hil VAAN said Pansy. and throws them against me and girl? Out on the streets flirting w:th [/of counting numbers in order to form of humor which could have Plus the favorable notice 1 e re ceived when she led a meek little brought no laughter Wh nal yt iy \' aN joo a8 odious tries to tear my little red cap from policemen and firemen, ag usual, ; Pe at to Sent Tran tdi @ short tineago," my head and my cloak from my back, suppose. Well, it's none of my busi. ||™Ak® one ay 10 ed * Bi at large and Johnnie up to ® cop and had him reed She orew. Bag then he 6 Were joins sone wate Beem wae SNM ied Wah ay eee a of literary Cl am #0 beautiful,” she told the Court Tmpreaniveir x4 > “Could you understand all I said Father Frost, and together they be- sefvants, any o ry 5 1 . ° even then?” asked Pansy, a faint sort!"* The trouble with most neodle Shayahte tn strictions he to make an example of one of the men who co! through his wi » regard the conve: YY With all this clever press work she easily got a job in the movies; >) blush mounting to her cheeks. ‘This was true. She didn’t keep any iyo “E did not Reed Dame Dammy- “I see like an enormous nosegay of of any sort. who are troubled with sleepless- “ is, they ought to WAKE UP! little more than t Lroeé aad inte & Losd immydoo's blué shoes to understand nous flowers.’ ‘Well, I suppose you expect me tu || "¢5% F Later went abroad and into a London musical sbow, Pe aezintianguage: and ifIremerber “Well, does it not remind you of do the’ housework,” continued tha ||and not try to go to sleep. arid and op and: inivetions = Bren woreed Seeier by ths From which she caught her tall, slender, hot-headed Guardsman, Te plenty. you would not quite admit someting’? ite Aaa cnr a er, i 3 oma Crate J * a A person who is wideawake is ‘qe then that my beak was my nos “Yes, it does, but I can’t quite re- right here and now, I won't, Bu J we rou! re not very polite,” protested member what.” will’ show the lasy thing bow to do ||‘efely troubled with sleepless During the year-and-a-half before he “went west” in the Great War | He taught Gladys his aristocratic English accent, self-possession, had no connection t for money as a motive power. by “Think hard!” her work while I am here, as I usu. || "ess. Mi Me cel Be s Pansy knitted her brows. “Oh, I ally have to dol” You do not go to sleep waving 144 in Thin el Inevitably, her third and—up to the moment of going to ree know!” she exch.imed suddenly, But when they went out to the |/your arms, but your mind ts tee husband Be “From afar, that. great glow of color Kitchen they found a note trom Ger- |usually in & whirl when bedtime|| $f "his own, frequently shut out Was a plump and lumbertrig young man, ’ reminds me of Wobblewibblewoo! trude saying: comes, the light that wished to shine on What is it, Pinky-Panky?’ “Your mother phoned she was com- The cultivation of a calm are Set ye Entirely surrounded by bank-books, stocks, bonds and firat i mony such as fa Tierefore, Gladys is now enjoying everything with which 1h “Put your pony at a gallop and we'll ing; I'm going out. serenity at bedtime will always lot ‘of few in thie world; it Class and Wealth coul¢ endow her, 4 3 It soon be there Well, of all the impudence!” ried }|conduce to a refreshing sleep. almost comical th And if Mr, Hogarth were aliye to-day he would paint thin plot pleases me to be old and black and All trembling with excitement Mrs. Jarr’s mother. “I'm going right Smooth the wrinkles out of should have di To hang beelde “The Rakes Progress” and the “Career af the cross and wise and ugly, and to have Pansy did as she was bid, first home, where at least I won't be in- ||your minds and get your thoughts ! ewever indirect, of hie Manchia Simaiowes wings and & beak and o sharp tongue, Pinky-Panky a lift onto Sunshine’s sulted!” in order, then—GO TO SLEEP. fa asint tha, ober dd at pe - and to be rude with inquisitive Ihttie becky then eettihe hes seloved pony ‘And she did, And oblige, hise, My He would paint the story of our own Gladys, daughter of a at a gallop, she tore through the trees “Didn't I tell you something was Yours truly, highest diyoreee of a salesman, widow of a nobleman, consort of a “Please, Pinky-Panky,” erled Pansy toward that luminous spot of color, going to happen?” said Mrs. Jar, ALFALFA SMITH. level of my fat talent and and he would call it a mock despair, ‘won't you do the Copyright 1920 By The Bell Syndicate, Ine, ‘I felt it in my bones!” — rightly discouraged a tendeney he “The American WIME'S Progress!” Piaget ay