The evening world. Newspaper, March 11, 1921, Page 33

aE a FRIDAY, MARCH 11, 1921 DRAMA “IN THE NIGHT WATCH,” Spectacular Stirringly Novelized by Bide Dudley, Begins in The Evening World Monday, March 14. Modern Sculptress Calls Children In to Criticise Her Work i GERTRUDE BOVLE %y Clara Petuolat WSS BOVLES “MODERW ADAM AND EVE" (GLA TO LEAVE THE GARDEN OF EDEN) K Gertrude Royle Prefers Opinion: of Youngsters to Those of ‘‘Blue Law” 1B untrammelled art of Gertrude Boyle, sculptress, “Rodin of the ‘4 Boyle’s work because it has portrayed naked feelings stripped of artificiality: condemned her because she has eiven form to everyday thoughts, ideas and passions and dared to rattle off skel- etons in clay or crayon. Being a high priestess of the inner intelligentsia of Greenwich Village, Gertrude has been misunderstood and persecuted by the diteral minded ignorantsia. Now at last she has been beauti- D—There sease as to others the ourselves. impossible to see anger, hatred, jealousy, revenge, ill- temper or selfishness in o%h- ers when we do not have them in ourselves, If you would see others in a 1s attrib- faults attracted little Constance, who is as diond and peppy as Kate is dark aud soulful, he picture showed a group of writhing figures, mruscular giants and primitive women, you might say. “Wh: do you think about it, Con- stance?” | asked, eager to get a child's point of view on a subject that would mean only nudity to the mate different light--change your fully vindicated. Her latest exhfbi- Minded. Constance cocked ner head at point of view. Clean your ton at No. 5 West Ninth Street was {26 Picture a moment, then exclaimed, § a ota. giasse it were. eRe pd It looks as if they are spanking each ‘rei bobpeaits i raided” by an overmoral janitor other her you understand a name. Sullivan, but she managed to Mrs. Campbell blushed for Hier daugh- person or you dg not. If you have a “Children’s Day” before she bell Nan probably was speaking in do, all is well, if you do not is rcied. ah ant art eritics (7M of painful experience. Miss 7 18. THE po evicted, and the infant art critics movie geamed with delight at having Nee teneentty gaaee vel Showed keen appreciation of Miss portrayed an “everyday thought” in WITH YOU? Boyle's brilliant genius. Accompanied Cons\ life, mayhap, Very truly, by moth and fathers, the children Ee he re aa toa : ALFALFA SMITH ‘ < vit bles D0 swirl of dark and vivid came and studied Miss Boyle's statu- color enveloping figures in which a A that save * MAEU: DOOLITTLE. BY BIDE DUDLEY ¢« Copyrtent, LT, by the Prem Publishing (Tho New York Evening World.) everybody knows, spring ™ just ahead of us. This ts true, of course, in Defhi as well as New York, San Francisco, Three Oaks, Ia., or Busthead, Tenn. Nobody reulizes the fact more than Mitabelle Mae Doolittle, the noted poetess of Delhi. She knows, also, that tn Spring the young man’s fancy ligntly turns to love, white silk socks and other afflictions. It is the love, however, has been worrying ter. She knows there are scoundrels tm this world who will le tw girts abuut tore. Maybe she has been Hed to—whu knows? However, what has happened to her ts away from the point of this ale. Miss Doolittle decided recently that she would warn young women against the artificlal wiles of male vamps in the spring. ‘A poem from m a lot broken.” She wrote the poem and then sought Mrs. Elisha Q. Pertle, Promptress of ene said, “may of hearts from being the Women’s Betterment League. “Dear Promptress,” ehe said, “T have written an anti-love poem which I should like to read to the members of the league.” a “I'll call that bunch of Itdiots w- Adults on Her Art Work. gether this afterndon," —_repited Promptress Pertle, who is quite a Hs kidder, By Will B. Johnstone. “I'm sure I could get fifty cenye Oneyzinnt. 1981, Foe gad . for it from the Bazoo," said Mis@ Doolittle, “but I prefer to read li wo the ladies,” West" (also painter and poct- And it came to pass. At exactly ess), has been gassed by a domth of MISS BOvces Gust OF CHRISTY 2.34 P. M. that day Miss Doolittle infant censors. MATHEWSON — © Rew Imitation Sow stepped out on the stage at Hugus Adult censors, old fortes with blue Hall, gowned in swish cloth, trimmed law intellccts, have frowned ef Miss with little pinkie-doodles, and read the following rhyme: Spring, is said to be Love's season, The'time when hearts beat quickly When young men ask to marry gir! But wait—some of them are tricky, They tell girls they are in love twith them, Holding hands—hugging with a sigh, But I have personal knowledge to know They will tell a downright lie, My sister's chilc, Teeney Ricketts, yinocked down the kitchen stove- pipe, My dear child, you must be careful, Lest you ruin your entire life. But, getting back to spring and love, Girls, do not believe all you hear, Men tell much false stuff, indeed, Maybe they drink hooch, 1 fear The poem cased a genuine sensa- tion. The ladtes stamped their feet, hugged each other and applauded with great gusto, All were pleased ARE Ou Goin TO CARRY ALL TWAT. THE TRAIN MAY BE CHELDUP BY Banoirs » g ettes, busts, bas-reliefs, paintings and some hundred crayon sketches of sub- jects that wore only goosoflesh. The mothers smoked cigarettes, keen observer would see life struggling to express itself—see his soui reflected in rhythm, strength and grace “Miss Boyle did that to see what col- stance Campbell, age eight, two re- markably interesting youngsters, gave me their interpretation of Miss Boyle’ art. “I draw and write,” said little Miss Denison, all temperament, soulful eyes and bobbed hair (surely a “i villager” when she grows up). had a picture in St. Nicholas. I wasn’t satisfied with it, though, Th foreshortening in the figure was dif- be exaggerated at time: lips are painted red in a pink.” “I think Miss Boyle's work suggests the Rodin,” Kate went on. “It givos you something to think about. * ‘This is true. It is neither futuristic nor impressionistic, but the art of a rare individualist. Her pictures are without names be- cause titles limit the imagination, ac cording to Miss Royle A sketch of som On the stage ler to express Cannot Bove, Once Liv- ing Between Man and Woman, Be Kept Alive and Beautiful ? Marguerite Mooers Marshall. Copyright. (Th by the Press Publishing Co. New York Evening World.) r each man kills the thing he ficult. Drawing is harder than writ- Aske ‘ort of “soul re i ing,” Kate earne Contided. “You Dellion” was given a title by little Con loves, konw, writing come aturally while stance, That's a nervous picture,” By each let this be heard, you thust cultivate art she said. Of another she remarked, Some do it with a bitter look, Here one of Miss Boyle's sketches “That's a problem. See, it starts out Some with a flattering word. and then it’s all scribbled up. The coward does it with a kiss, anta Claus over there,” and he Miss Boyle's celebrate brave man with a sword!” It was apropos of a crime of pas- BRUNETTE QUEEN OF ALL FRENCH BEAUTI. looks like taking a shower bath,” Indi. 10M. similar to two widely discussed IN PARIS CARNIVAL cating a nude woman with streaming tragic killings in the news of the past hair, ‘ e's been put in the corner. week, that the author of the im- " ROARS te enattiens violin prod. Mortal “Ballad of Reading Gaol” thus Igy, age eight, here joined the young Challenged the snarling, the meanly cri “That's a frog, ing a leaping nude sketched. “This one is turning to another picture. a snake.” Sammy’ inly in the Zoo, treacherous, the sordid rs against love, ery day. . man kills the thing he s"—there new proof on the and the said Sammy. who kill sp incomple a monkey,” “And here's imagination way stupid sinne it ach lov is "The realm of emotions and feol- ngs has us much right to be heard from as has science, reasor c 2 TEATH , and so in art I give It voles,” eaid NEW INVENTIONS Mis Boyle as the children chattered on, “Naked feeling is very close to OR ferryifg automobiles life itself. You see, I cannot bear across rivers a Massa- false clvilization’s stays.” (Miss chusetts man has de- Royle's slim figure was as corsctiess signed a flatboat a car can be nected to a upon which con- propeller and ate the craft. , a resident of a which as her mind), 3oyle is a native of California, she studied at Hopkins In n Francisco, Before com- ing to New York City she lived in the literary and artistic colony of tne Heights, the home of Joaquin Miller. The spirit of this unfettered Olympus run and r to navi > aid ty! Roche vented N device ter, has in- illu- a { is expressed in Miss Boyle's art and h writings. “I will wear second-hand @ *™nates with an electric light mneYVone BECLY clothes but not second - hand @ 4nd magnifies a line of notes thoughts,” or manuscript at a time. 7a ie @ pioture'of atti. Yvonne .A. marvellous bust of Onristy a Havel boat is both pro- pelled and steered by jets of ejected from a motor- driven pump tn any direction desired by the navigator of the craft. A new rolling ¢ valids can be side car to a motor or foot Mathewson by Miss Boyle delighted the little boys. (The great Matty is now fighting the white plague at Sara- nac.) Miss Boyle thinks we should im- mortalize our sports as the Greeks did their games and hopes to see Matcy the central figure of an athletic group in Central Park some day “I seem to have won the approval of the chil- dren,” laughed Miss Boyle as the chil- dren’ departed. “I wish everybody was 4s clean minded." Gertrude Boyle |« a great artist because she is a radical tempered by a keen sense of humor, } Beclu, the twenty-one-year old brunette. typist who over night has become the most famous and most photographed person in Paris through her election as Queen of Queens of the mid-Lent Carnival. She was chosen from twenty-one other queens, one from each of the twenty arrondissments (boroughs) of Paris. Her election was decidedly ; Popular. Only two of the twenty- @Be queens were blondes. water ir for in- attached as a bieycle, either drive * Nmpens ieee pe ~ ~+ r ors jook lik explained Constance. using Miss Boyle's sculptured ash- It was not unlike a framed palette. trays, while the childron passed judg- _ “Don’t you think the color and anat- ait an ine exhibitions cmy exaggerated?” I asked inteliec- a tual K. v7 Yi . police blotter of ew York, where , velve, ee aimed the Poet;\BUT » ; Kate Denison, age twelve, and Con- No," she replied quickly, “art must So Cl - T “homicide and suicide’ sum up in three words the accepted explination of the deaths of Willis E. McCurdy and Alice Snowden, whose dead bodies were found side by side in the Rose Ramble in Central Park. He was thirty-five, the personnel man- ager of the American Surety Com- pany, married and the father of an eight-year-old daughter. Alice Snow- den, his chief assistant, was fourteen years younger and tle flancee of an- other man, Charles H. Mills of Brook- jyn. She told her sister, Whitney—according to the latter's ory—that MeCurdy loved her but she could not reciprocate his feeling Mrs. Henry She knew about his family, and she had her own faith to keep with tho man whom she had promised t marry. He, too, says that McCurdy’ infatuation had reached the point where he even followed the engaged pair when they were walking to- gether. Finally, a iétter to McCurdy’s wife, found in his pocket after his death, told his wife of his love for another woman. The verdict of the medical examiner is that he killed the girl and then himself—the girl he loved and could not bear to give up to another man, e' though he had not the shadow of a right to claim her. Bach man kills the thing he loves"—"man," as here used, clearly means “human being’’—man or wo- man, A week ago, in Chicago, it was a@ woman who killed what she loved, In her own apartment Mrs, Isabelle Orthwein, a handsome brunette, twice a divorcee, shot dead Herbert P. Zie- gler, married and with an eighteen- year-old daughter, but the “other woman's" devoted friend. “I shot him and I loved bim,” I belle Orthwein told the police. I fired—then I picked him up and kissed him.” Again and again she is re- ported to have wailed: “Oh, God, why did I kill him? I loved him. Oh, how I loved him. I want to d Why don't they let me kill myself? I've killed the man I love” Now and again, in such dramatic fashion, does “each man kill the thing he loves.” But are other lovers, the ninety-mine-ono-hundredths of us who never use knife or pistol, never get into the headlines—are we guilt- less? Are there no subtler, safer ways of killing love? “Some do it with a bitter look,” wrote Oscar Wilde, They are the hy- enas of the home, the snarling hus- bands or wives, who nag and criticize and bully love to death. Two high- spirited human beings cannot live in the cloyest of human relations with- out an occasional! quarrel. But neither can any love, however intense, sur- vive perpetual rows. Then there are the betrayers of love. who the courage of their treachery. ‘They are those who kill “with a flattering word,” a Judas kiss. They are the men who are so loving and affectionate at home, the men in whom their wives believe as Mrs, Willis McCurdy seems to have believed in her husband. later comes the whisper of scandal, or the explosive bomb of sensation. And then again the man has killed the thing he loves, the trust and faith of the woman for whom he cared at least enough to make ber the mother of his child, the mistress of his home. Truly, the coward does it with a kiss. Some love two little, some too long,” reads another clause of Wilde's indictment of lovers, Some, that ts, are too exacting, some not exacting enough. Some women become a bore dom, wifh their incessant demands fo Uwe and a won, Some men think that the way to preserve love is to put it into cold storage, to deprive it of the vivifying warmth of caresses and tender words “Some sell and others buy" love. Betw the purchaser and the vender, in a inercenary marriage, love have not even Sooner or is done to death a» thoroughly as a prisoner in the hands of Mexican bandits For each man kills loves, Yet each man does not di » the ballad-singer the thing he of 4ol wearily repeats nis refrain Reading But must that depressing do alwaye hold? annot love, once liv ing between man and woman, be kept alive and beautiful? We know the old Greek etory of Philemon and Baucis, who so ved each other during their many years of married iife that they had only one favor to ask of the gods— that they might die on the same day, Their request was granted, and after death they were turned into two trees so that their pranches might forever srow and interwine more dlosely, It seerng to me that the beautiful immortality granted these two great lovers is symbolic of the one gure way of NOT killing one's love. if love is to live it must grow. It must be a dynamic, not a static thing. ‘There must be @ conscious effort to make it flourish, to give it fresh air and food and freedom and support. ‘The appalling taking-for- tedness of lovers who have mar- s, to the men and women of my generation, the great indictment of married life, Love need not die, need not be killed—even in marriage, But the of love is eternal vigilance over And the preservation of love is first law of happiness, a _ pri self. the “————rrreeeresss THE HOUSEWIFE’S SCRAP BOOK E 2 woman has found a use for the white fibrous portion of grapefruit, which {s usually shrown away. says it 18 @ wonderful unsing agent. She uses it to the cruets, bottles and glass vases when they become murky or stained, She cuts it ne clean fine with a scissors and puts it into the article to be cleansed, then fills this with water and night. lets it stand over- Next day she shakes it up and pours it out, then washes the receptacle the usual way If your sterling bag or Ger- man silver purse require aning water and a gen ¢rous amount of common bal ing soda. Apply with tooth brush and in a few minutes the article will look like new, Save the water in which po- tatoes have been boiled, It excellent for using spoons, knives and forks. Apply with soft clowh, Stains will disap- once, with a in use at Polish pear chamois cloth, Copy by Tho row Publishing Co. (The Now York Braning Work) FRIDAY, MARCH 11, 1921 Six Bes Story—On This Page Soon, int, 1931, SELLERS—WOMEN, NOT FICTION, Tell of Big Money Made in !deas—Watch for the By Maurice Ketten ITS NOT SAFE To CARRY SO MUCH MONEY IT S NOT SAFE To LEAVE IT HOME SAFE TO STOP WORRYING | AFTER |_HAVE PAID 4 For THE RAILROAD TICKETS THERE ‘WON'T BE ANY, (UTS NOT 5 ar SOY Copyright, 1921, by 7! DO wish people would write me cheerful letters!" Mra. Jarr petulantly declared, “I'm sure I have troubles enough of my own without having to listen to other people's, and then write them Polly- anna letters showing them my heart is light and gay and theirs should be Likewise!" “But why answer a letter at all if it is a gruesome one?” asked Mr. Jarr, “You just said it wasn't the sort of a letter that cheered you. And it can't be kind if that is the case. Ignore it.” ‘ “But this letter is from Dora Dalby, Mamie Digby that was,” Mrs. Jarr replied, “And that reminds me. of the old saying when @ girl marries, ‘Change the name and not the letter, and you change for the worse and not the better,’ ” “Ah, perhaps that ls the reason some of our modern women desire to keep their maiden names when — they marry,” suggested Mr. Jarr. “But, [ , if it is a letter that hasn't you happy, why answer it? You will only get another depressing epistle from your hrymose corres- pondent, Mrs. Dalby, the Digby that was.” “Yes, but Mamie Dalby has such a nice summer home in the mountains, nd she is so hospitable and fond of ur children, and it will be a nice place to visit this summer for as leng as the children can stay—that 1s till school opens in the autumn and Well, let me ‘see ber letter,” said Mr. Jarr. ‘'The letter was handed over and Mr. rr perused it with some attent/on. ‘T see she tells you all her aches and pains, and that her husband has been xamined for life insurance and has ‘n rejected on account of high blood pressure, and that the caretaker writes r that her summer hor a the mountaing will need the roof re- paired because the heavy snows have ~ oe damaged it, and thi the rains came through and ruined the ce.i.ngs on both floors, and that her sister’ husband has failed in business ‘Yes; how can I answer such a let ter cheerfully?” Mrs. Jarr interrupted. “Jt will sound impertinent for mo to tell her to cheer up.” “Your friends do not want you to tell them to cheer wp, they want you to write to them as they write to you.” Mr, Jarr advised, “Just answer Mrs. Dalby to the effect that you are so sorry to hear her health is not good and that her husband has a high blood pressure, and that she will be @t so much trouble and expense E. JAR Press Publishing Co. DFAMILY — (The Now York Evening World) pairing her summer home, and that it is too bad that her gister’s husband has failed in business, In short, when stupid people write stupid letters, answer them 4g stupidly.” Mrs. Jarr opened her desk to get out her writing materials and there came across a letter Mr, Jarr had written her last summer in answer te: one of hers whenehe and the children ; were at the seaside, She picked it up and began to read it. She as she finished it, and then ehe a} and said, “Edward Jerr, thet was ; just the sort of a reply you always — & wrote to my letters—were mine se” stupid? “Oh, no, no!” cried Mr. Jerr. “Any- | bi thing you ever wrote me was so very interesting, my dear, that I just had to reply in kind.” But Mrs. Jarr wonders. , > iz > DAY if a Lady © 5 Should live in a 4 shoe, With so many children She’d know what todo | She’d feed them on Bond Bread, of course, Wouldn’t you? 4 ‘4 eat) $5