The evening world. Newspaper, October 7, 1921, Page 40

ess wee co, Re De A eet ey ES ENS. ON, eee BY CHARLE Al Jolson isn’t altogether happy in a hotel where they send a din- Ber check looking like Harding’s plurality up to his room because so many people have dropped dead Gownstaire—and that’s his story—he has reason to be more than satisfied ‘with hia new professional home, for Jolson’s Both Street Theatre, given a ‘house-warming that needed no steam heat leet night, is @ beautiful thing of old gold, Italian marble and like trimmings. It is muoh smaller and muoh finer then the Winter Garden. But as baskets of flowers were holst- @4 over the footlights the smiling teoiplent glanced at a card and, with charactéristio modesty, read aloud: “To Al Jolson; from one stable to another.” You know, perhaps, there ‘used to be a riding academy on the site. Anyway, that's that. The enter- |” ftainment provided was a great deal more. Jolson was better than ever in his best show, and “Bornbo” ts its mame. Although a product of those 014 reliables, . Harold rier yr Gignrund Romberg, it hes little else 1m common wtih tbe Winter Garden “variety of musical spectacie, — Its charming costumes and settings make it extravaganza de luxe. One of these days Jolson may be put into @ revue and not be obliged to lug along a “plot,” but meanwhile he may well bless the Shuberts for a (production of such beauty as he has never known before. The scenes designed by Watson Barratt are | handsome without being gaudy, and) the costumes both dainty and bizarre. In short, everything is in the best of ftaste. After an absence of three years the wonquering hero of the upper reaches of Theatreland returned to achieve thie most glorious success. There was @ hocus-pocus arrangement that car- ted Jolson back to 1493 and had him Going chores for Columbus, but he fwaa bis old diaokface self and quite @t his funniest. As in “Sinbad’* he ispleyed his own ‘peculiar {able manners with a double-forked action By way of novelty, and once again ne fmdulged in his favorite pastime of illing trusting savages with a club. He also spoke with tremulous emotion ef his love of nature, and after con- teasing he had lately felt the call of the needle, plaintively asked: “Would you think it wrong if I crocheted?” As a matter of fact, he is a comic genius who can do no wrong. Right up on his toes from start to finish, the indefatigable Jolson gave @n exhilarating performance, dan- eing like mad and singing with an ecstacy of spirit. Incidentally, he burst into the best “mammy” song he. thas ever given us. Although there's Bo believing the fellow, of course, he @ssured us he was s0 worn out at the lose of last season that he went to Atlantic City, where he speaks the Yanguage, but found It 80 cold there @hat he journeyed down to New Or- Jeans. Tht city was too hot for him. In fact, he saw a dog chasing a rab- ‘Dit, and both were walking! But, as hae been delicately suggested, the man ie @ natural liar, To get down to the truth of things e THE NEW PLAYS ° Jolson Better Than Ever; “Bombo” His Best Show | S DARNTON | that happened last night, there were jany number of clever and attractive | features, among them a “horse trot” by three teams of girls that put alt the pony bellets of bygone days com: pletely out of the running. A re- markable exhibition of gymnastia | dancing war given by a supple youth | named, unless I'm mistaken, Frank | Bernard. (The programme isn't clear Jon this noteworthy point.) Peggy glided charmingly with Cortes, and Mildred Keats also swung a clever foot. The chorus girls were uncom- monly pretty and graceful. There was richnesr in everything, especially | a throne room scene, It was not his fault, Jolson ex- plained, that the seats cost $11 apiece —"that was Jake's idea of paying for the house and the show in one night.” Anyway, everybody was satisfied. AN' IX SPose YOU HAVE FRESH He'tt HAVE To NIGHT LONG ! — About Plays and Players By BIDE DUDLEY ‘HE manager of a play in the Broadway district which is not Going very well was asked by George Mayer yesterday how business was. “Not very good,” admitted the man- @ger gloomily. “I guess the people don't want my show.” “It's @ pretty fair entertainment, fen't it?” asked Mr. Mayer, “I thought 80.” “Well, there are 6,000,000 people in @his town and we have about 100,000 visitors here daily,” eaid Mr. Mayer, “Et would seem to me that out of that vest number enough ought to come to your show nightly to fill the house. Just think of {t—over 4,000,000 people to Grew from!” “I know,” murmured the disconso- fate manager, “but gosh, how they can stay away!" NUTT’S BASEBALL DOPE Jefferson Shrewsbury Nutt, this col- @un's baseball reporter, has written Qe this morning as follows: “Dear Dud—I and the wife learned yesterday that the World's Series was being played at Dugan's Bluff end not at Wobetts Field. We went out at milk for her to-day. ‘Why not have a boy stationed outside yell, ‘Read about it in Batts dope open theme Bod Ruth Obiiges.” ‘wrassle with the bones, I'll order Tanda are positive the series wil create interest because both the ‘THE BIG LITTLE FAMIL EXCEPT MORNINGS ores ! EGGS ¥ MILK Home HERE EVERY MORNIN’ WHEN “TH AIRAIN LUKE — GOTA eRe INT FROM “TH Coy “CELLAR “oP COUNTRY 7 Mar piety WET Doe HAs JUMPED ALL OVER THE BARY. ‘Tuy. HES A SIGHT-f BE ALL CLEANED UPL 1 KNEW ID HEAR Some BAD NEWS To DAY — I DREAMED ABOUT “WHITE HICE” ALL Have THE CAR “TOMORROW NOON. HE says STH PAINT WILL BE Good’ AN' DRY BY “he On {LU Feex LIE ('™ alive. GOT A NICE LIL co) You sTHat's FINES ALL RIGHT JF YOu TAINK o YKNow “TH BUS HAS QUIT RUNNING “TH'LINKS AND 1 ThoucHT MERE WOULDN'T “MIND IF I DRIVE DOWN AN’ Y'SAY THIS BEAUTIFULLY FURNISHED “Room 1S SOUR GUEST IT owiet oF You SAY so SAME OLD STORY — WHY CAN'T YOU WALK? SJ L SUPPOSE 1 COULD WALK DOWN — BuT You KNow How “This Foor's BEEN HURTING ME! Bor HEARD OF 4A- CLEAN DRESS It Can't Fly Away! How witt He Has a Coat and Pants! WHO EVER Good HEAVENS! Now We've LosT OUR CHICKEN DINNER ¢ ‘DEED Y'AIN'T MUM — IVE GOT MY FooT —@_ON IT tt knocks @ home run? There was a big crowd at the grounds to-day and| much excitement, but could learn nothing.—Jeff.”” WASN'T ARTHUR NICE? Marjorie Rambeau, whose father was French, went to Arthur Hop- kins yesterday and asked him what ho would take for the French rights to “Daddy's Gone a-Hunting.” “Father wanted me to be @ star in Parts," ghe said, “and I'd like to ap- pear in this play there, Will you sell me the French rights?” “No,” replied Mr. Hopicina, “Why not?” asked the disappointed actress, “Becauss I intend to give them to you,” he guid. And when Miss Rambeau went away she was #0 happy she was whistling a couple of popular songs. LEWIS SENDS A CABLE. Sinclair Lewis, author of the book, “Main Street,” t9 in Europe. On the oceasion of the opening of the play, “Main Street,” at the National The- atre Wednesday night he cabled Lee Shubert as follows: “Unaccustomed as I am to cabling, T thank you!" HARRIS MAKES A GUESS, A letter received at the box office a f RHYMED PROPOSALS J Purple Peter, whose real name is withheld because he has been bus- zing another girl who might make trouble, wants to win Buddie ef Bensonhurst. This is the second who has made a bid for her hand, Peter writes as follows: In Bensonhurst they flourish fair; Pm, too, in love with Bud; She's one sweet dream of blond de- Nght; You ought to see her, Dud, Tve popped the question fifty times. She always calls it bunk, But tf it's down in black and white, I'm thinking she'll get hunk, | And if this rhyme should do the trick, T'll tell you what I'll do, Tl fix it 60 she'll gladly take edding gift from you. Manager Charles Harrie decided the writer meant “Thank You!" and sent him the pasteboard, BABE COPS A PRIZE. Mitzi, playing on tour in “Lady Billy,” ‘visited the State Fair at Wal- tham recently and was selected to fudge a race for girls, The entrants ran 80 fast Mitz! couldn't tell which were blondes and which were bobbed, of the Longacre Theatre yesterday asked for four good seats for “Much much deep thought, but she picked the winner, all right. slipped into the line-up and won. In order to disguise herself Babe wore jong whiskers and carried a cane, “THE INTIMATE STRANGERS.” The new Booth Tarkington comedy, in which Billie Burke is to appear, 18 called “The Intimate Strangers” at present. The title may be changed. Glenn Hunter has been engaged for the juvenile role. MISS HINES SAID IT. Elizabeth Hines, the attractive dionde in “The O'Brien Girl,” return- ing from the road Sunday, heard some gossip about a friend trom another girl. “Where did you get that story?” she asked, “Oh, from {dle rumor,” came the reply. “Well, said Elizabeth, “if the un- employed were only as’ busy as Idle Rumor they'd never class them as unemployed." Gossip. There's @ lost Croix de Guerre at the Bushwick Theatre box office. Ann Nichols wrote “Love Dreams’ on Biscult Rock, at Paradox Lake. Fay Marbe will be at Loew's State Theatre all next week. Whitford Kane has been added to the cast of ‘Madras House?’ David Baratz, Yiddish star, returns Saturday from Buenos Ayres. Marilynn Miller has a new auto, The chauffeur sits out-doors. eee “The Man in the Making” last night, A bunch of Kansans entertained Marvin Creeger of Karas City at Kean’s Chop House last night. Dorothy Mortimer and R. P. Davis of “Just Married” and recently wed, will entertain the cast to-night at their new home, True Love Flat. The Broadhurst Theatre, where William Hodge s appearing tn “Be- ware of Dogs,” row has a dog-check- ing room for visiting woofs. For “Lombardi, Ltd.” rosco hag engaged Ethel Dwyer, Ruth Rickaby, Daisy Rudd, Ethel Wilson, Charles Stine, John Kline, Averell Harris, Guy Harrington, Ada Bar- dour, Louise Sydmuth and Eleanor ‘Willams. A THOUGHT FOR TO-DAY. The members of the Oriole Quartet at the High School have decided to ask John McCormack, the New York tenor, to run up to Wellsville three nights a week and teach them to sing. —Wellsville Optic. FOOLISHMENT. I know a young woman named Schoo- lev, Who treate all the men very coolly. Says she: “I've no wish To wed some poor fish.” I hope I've not bored you unduly. Alan Brooks, in “A Dangerous Man,” opens in Stamford to-night. Alfred Shirley has joined “The Then she discovered Babe Stanton, bed one of the girls of her troupe, Night-Cep,” now at the Bijou. Mre, Babe Ruth had # box party to FROM THE CHESTNUT TREE. “I'm waiting for something to turn “Powhy don't you step on « hoop?” Oliver Mo- | SOME DIPLOMAT. YOUNG married man in New Orleans, whom we will call Al- bert, was generally bossed by his wife. He was out with a party of friends who wanted him to go to a prize fight and later have a little bird and a cold bottle. He-declared he wanted to do tt, but he had prom- ised his wife he would be home to dinner. “Vil fix {t for you," said one of the party. “Let me see—your wife's name Is Bertha, eh?” He stepped into a booth and used the telephone. Emerg- ing, he said; “It's all right, old chap; your wife says you can stay.” “How in the world did you manage jto bring her around?” asked the amazed husband. “Easy; just told her you were roar- ing drunk, and should I bring you home or keep you here. Come on now, et's go." eRe Albert had fatrted.—Detroit Free Press. a MISSING THE POINT. | JOHN GEORGE, Executive Secre- J tary of the High Street Methodist spiscopal Church of Muncie, who lis a Scot, was listening attentively to a story about two fishermen who had been having good luck fishing from a boat in a lake. They wished to re- member the spot where they had The Day’s Good Stories caught the fish, but looking shore- ward they saw no lafdmark that would qasist them in finding the spot on another day. “Finally,” Said the story teller, “one of them had a happy thought and cut a notch in his boat at this spot.” The crowd laughed, except George, who appeared puzzied, Finally he too burst out laughing. “I was just thinking,” he explained, “what a good joke it would have been on those fishermen if the next day they were unable. to get the sume boat."—Indlanapolis Ne —<—<—_—_ SUFFERED NO ILL EFFECTS. N an Arkansas river town built largely on reclaimed land most of the houses had to be built on Pillars 4 or 5 feet above ground. One resident with a longer head than his neighbors inclosed thc space around fis house with pickets and in the pen thus made he kept a drove of scrawny hogs. “Do you think !t is sanitary— healthful—to keep your hogs under the house like that?” he was asked. “Aw, 1 don't know, stranger. reckon so,” replied the native, and hitched up his overalls. “Never notice any had effects from is?” ‘Wry, no," he drawled, “I b a-keepin’ my hawgs there for fc teen years and never lost a hawg.” Harper's Magazine, 2 By Don Allen. SELL IT TO THE MARINES. WO marines, one sailor and + soldier! Somewhere on their jour ney they had corralled four halt pints of Mquid that looked like Iquot but packed the punch of picric acid ‘They surrounded the liquid in severa big gulps. ‘Then they started weav ing toward the Brooklyn Bridge in a effort to negotiate the Graham Ave nue car that leads to the Navy Yard At the Manhattan end of the bridg they still had all their uniforms wit them, but they were mixed up Uk a J saw puzzle. The sailor ha commandeered the soldier's campaign hat and one of his leggings, while thy soldier weaved along proudly wear ing a marine’s blouse and jaunty cag One of the marines was attired 6 part of his own uniform and the litth cap of the sailor, and the other mar ine wore the soldier's blouse am khaki sweater. After missing the entrance to th bridge seven times as it whirled pas them, the quartette finally boarder the ‘swirling bridge approach an: were led onto a car by comrades. P. §. If the whiskey is as bad a {ts odor there will be funerals within a few A LITTLE STRONG, AT THAT Oo: of the West he came, som brero, desert tan and all. A 1s the usual thing with thos from the edges of the Mohave arit spot, he had never even had a nod ding acquaintance with the ocean, Hi was taken in hand by a crowd o Eastern friends who expressed thet burning desire to show him th: sights, “Just tell us what you want to sei and we'll sce that you see it!" an nounced the mouthpiece of his Com mittee of V ome It didn’t take him long to make u} hoe drawled, ants to set my Lead me to it hir straight as th: auto road runs right down to Long Beach. He stood for a while gazing ii wonder, n he ventured ‘close and, as a small comber rolled in, hr cupped his hands, scooped up a palm ful and conveyed it to his Nps. He rolled the mouthful of water about or his tongue before swallowing anc i then shook his head ! “It's SOME water, but it's got littl bit too much alkali fer good drinkin’.’ HE WAS IT. RS. WALTER C. HARNISCE M of Silverton, Cal., who 1s visit ing friends on the drive, vis ited California before coming Fast and had a Chinese experience she J laughingly telling. “I was in my hotel room one morn- ing,” she said, “and I wished to have a maid come to my room to straighten {t up a bit. The instructions on the wall told me to ring four times for a maid. I pushed the button the quar- tette of times necessary arid waited In a few minutes I heard a pitter- patter coming down the hall. In an- ver to a timid knock, I opened the @ What do you want? I asked him. You ring for maid?" he asked, “*Yes,’ Y answered, ‘I rang for a , mald.’ “Well,” he announced, ‘me she!’ “and he did the maid's work in excellent style.” r WEARIN’ OF TH’ GREEN. HERE was great excitement ly arrived visitors from the Old Sod when they spied a familar green flag bearing a design in gold that looked for all the world like the emblem of Ireland flying proudly to the %reeze from a pole atop the Sing B ing The visitors stood and as long enough to gat! c expected to see a ig al turning flipflops, j star-gazin’ for?” ufc cop, shooing a bunch hn the staring visitors, One 0 (rish lads whished out the in- | formation that the owners of the building were flying the Irish flag as a welcome to them, The copper, a son of Old Ireland himself, followed their conceried gazes, He saw the green flag all right, and he too was thrilled. ‘Then he made out the golden insignia, It wasn't the famous harp at all, at alle It was merely a letter “S," standin, for Singer. He hated to’ break ¢4 news, but he had to, and the bumch, @ trifle disappointed, left, "