The evening world. Newspaper, November 27, 1922, Page 24

Evening Mothe: Love. Nor can such love be swayed; ‘To mankind e’er was made; The condemnation of the world, is heaped on you; But mother will be true. i There is no boon like mother love f To lift you when you're down, ‘Phe world may sneer and kick and shove And e’en close friends may frown, But one unswerving force will stand Still true, while others fall, "Tis mother love, enduring, grand, The greatest love of all OBSERVATIONS. ‘The effect of the A. B. See letter should be to fill Adelphi. And yet, after all, Mr. See has done ® great deal for the uplift of hu- manity. ~ Put the “L's” underground and use the structures as auto highways. Outmet says the touch fs essential in gvif. There's no denying it’s aa expensive game, ‘The Hall case reporters ought to forget their differences. If they must Aight, let them form a couple of foot- ball teams and have it out. Highway Rhymes. ZT walk along on Latayette, To which I very seldom get, ‘Tia cuite a noisy street, ah mel No blade of grass, no tree—oh gee! TELEPHONE LOVE. Mary Dingle glanced at her ankle-watch and decided it was time te return to the telephone switchboard, As she started for the door she remembered her | resolution to go to the devil and } hesitated. The old man with the long beard looked up. “Do you know,” he said, “I dearly love my beard, but at times it is a great bother.” ° ‘Mary was astounded. This old man seemed too fresh. “Oh, you go pinch a porcu- Pine!” she snapped. ‘This, of course, was disturbing to the proprietorof the cafe. He » had a fear of what might happen “if the old man tried to pinch a porcupine in the dining place. ~ And then—bis father had a long ~ beard. Stroking the old man’s head, he sald: “Don't ery. She is merely a telephone gtrl who ts determined to go to the devil.” ‘The old’man was happy again. ~ He braided his beard and ordered - bread and molasses. “Oh,” screamed Mary, “he has ordered molasses!" i The boy with the dead rat, i - finding no market for his wares f in the cafe, went out. Mary fol- | © lowed in a decidedly angry mood. t | i i | | | | Fi TILE, PTET TOOT A LL E AIE - “Boy,” she said, “is that a good - raty” Mary was always looking for a ~ bargain. ‘ (To be continued.) THIS AND THAT. ~ It seems imperative that we speak to the Evening Post of No, 20 Vesey Street. A week ago Saturday it printed a picture of Grace George wid labelled it “Alice Brady in ‘To Leve’” Last Saturday it offered a pleture of a youth surrounded by gurls and gave it the title of “Ken- eth McGowan in ‘The World We live In.’” Of course we know Alice Brady isn't acting in “To Love,” and it is our inclination to discredit the idea that the Globe's critic is in the play at the Jolson, Yet there is a possibility be may have changed his yocation. He is versatile, talented and ambitious, and there isn’t so very quch money in criticising plays. __ If Kenneth has taken up acting, he ill be watched closely by some of Ghe other dramatic critics. His suc- ‘eeas undoubtedly would mean a rush of bis colleagues to the acting pro- fession, And why not? Who should be better able to act than the men | who know all about acting? The ‘i future looms up fraiight with interest. ' ‘There is no reason why Alan Dale Shouldn't make a good Hamlet, and Haywood Broun as Romeo should be emacs oe ok lal T never dies, does mother love, No greater gift from Him above Tnvectives at your head are hurled, and Better Copyright, 1923, by The Press Publishing as medical duke that cures what ails you with bunch of poetry. Coue fs Frenchy's name. nounced Ike ‘‘koo'’ in cuckoo. And “e" ike the ‘e" in frappe. Shake both syllables together in cocktail mixer and let ‘em roll off your tongue. Give this guy “Coue credit for yanking off something new. He sets himself up in doctor business with two-line poem as full stock of pills. “Cou” is pro- If you've got chilblains, eczema or ingrown toenail, you take nice sca trip over to Paris and calt on the Cone. Doe gives you frigid X-ray look, takes sounding of loose change in alt your pockets and feels your pulse to get look at your rings, Then meter. Your prescription reads: “Every day, in every way, | am get- ting better and better.” Ono dose every morning. Veep repeating til! cured or unconscious. That is a fine wa, to snap out of double pneumonia or highly fractured skull! Ain't it? If you can recite tha! poem for 25,000 consecutive mornings, nothing can get you but old age. Here we have Cancer Week to cut out young cancers. We have Red Cross Week to boost quota of am- bulances, We start licking Xmas seals to stop tuberculosis, And along comes French doc with front part of bum Mmerick and starts curing world with poem recitals. cured every prominent disease except dandruff. You can't cure that except by knife that cuts off your velvet coat collar. If recipe works in medical circles, {t solll gn in other locationa, too, Guy that ts hoarding cigar certificates can leap to bureau drawer every morning ‘and pipe the following day: “Every day, in every way, | am getting nearer and nearer.” At conclusion of six-year siege of counting sickness, he wil have cnough coupons to get shaving brush. All he needs then ts severe relapse to collect safety razor and Dlades. When winter busts loose and your coal bin is vacuum, don’t weaken. Hop up every morning and repeat in rhythm, “Every day, in every way, tt ie getting warmer and warmer.” Ke peat that lyric for ninety days and darned f the poem won't come true. If you are running high-grade bucket shop, don'tqget discouraged by investigations, Repeat "Every day (except Sundays and holidays), in every way (except legally), | am getting ‘em coming and going.” If you are suffering from over- dose of Bighteenth Amendment snap out of your doldrums, too. Take squint at referendum returns and say, “Every day, in every way, it Is getting wetter and wetter.” ‘That is great poem Coue designed wees Vi | By Neal O'Hara : | ». (The New York Evening World.) ELLOW Frenchman of Carpentier and Clemenceau has bloomed out aquats at desk and tears off prescrip tion in form of poem Tt calls for strong solution of dog- geral, with dash of jambic penta- Guy ‘that gets tired doing Camp's daily dozen can lie In bed smoking cigarettes and whispering Coue's son- net. It ts one of those Poems You Ought to Know. When ‘boss calls up at 11 A, M., you tell him every day, in every way, you are getting better . and better. He'll say ho didn’t know rie 2 fat you were sick and send around a ey bouquet of roses. It works fine. s Statistics indicate Coue’s couplet bas % JOE’S CAR ‘ GOL DING IT! 1m Gettin’ TBE. A SELFISH OLD HE BEAR OvER “THat CAR — 4 FeLLAN OUGHTA BREAK Firty FIFTY with His. WIFE AND ('M GonNA DO IT! MTTLE OswaL COME nen ae on-Mercy-ro- sou - TL WANT You | (ene Id cet mY Hane ALL MUSSED - si fi TS ENTERTAIN Him. FIGHT Just As NICELY @5 You can - You {VE HAD 4\ THs HOUSE 1S QUARANTINED A \M “THE GUARD AN’ YOURE STAYIN’ OUT; Pidgeon could handle the lead ! Tailor-Made Man" very well, Eugene Kelcey Allen as Uncle Tom would show histrionic ability Marsh ought to sing in “The F surrounded by the 8 Mantle ought to be « Will Rogers. and as for lovable, blustering J. Rankin Towse, he would make a fine Captain Applejack. Percy Harymond and Charles Darnton puz gle us. They ure a bit heavy for dancing and neither has progressed in singing beyond the “Sweet Ade line” stage. It might be well to leave the casting of them to Chamberlain Brown. As to Kenneth true, more power to him! and Leo dan Burns as a second as well, if It's AND NOW PERMIT US To suggest that, since Turkey has adopted a drastic Prohibition sympathy for the Sultan because he can't so home seems wasted.” law, for us, We will never forget it. “4 ich a lla 4 excellent, Were we casting Alexan- der Woollcott, we'd make a Merton of him, and Robert Gilbert Welsh should do well in imitations of Harry Lauder, Then the immaculate Eddie KATINKA a on! x KNEW LIT WAS Sou GROGAN" RIGHT OFF “TH: BAT # Wo BEE -SaY— 1 geen THINKIN’ (T OVER AN" \'M>GoNNA LET YOU HAVE “TH' CAR ALL DAY TOMORROW — I WON'T Go “LT ANYWHERE NEAR IT Even! . WANT ‘T Pray FooT BALL 2 2 S MARVELOUS LuKe! AND You AIN'T SEEN ME SINCE “X GREW “THIS SET OF WHISKERS ‘Trade Mark Reg. U. 8. Pat, Off. WELL! “us is VERY Sweet OF YOU -~ { SUPPOSE. YOU KNow 1™ GWING 4 BRIDGE TOMORROW AND Thar I'Lt BE N THE HOUSE AL DAY! The Evening Worl ¢ Luke Is Some “ NEXTHER ? ot-I KNow ¢ LET S PLAY o-GrRactous ‘} ; PAPER Dots No-~I') Cer , ALL SOMED - JUST Two BLows } | HIT HIM AND HE HIT THE GROUND!---- MERE CHILDS PLAY (ver) | SAY! SINCE WHEN ARE You FALLIN’ FoR THAT. HIGHBROW s—— STUFF PR O — = Ne ART GALLERIES ? Gee, EXHIBITION! THERE THAT'S A SWELL PLACE WAS ONE PAINTING T'SPEND A Nice _) | CALLED “THE PINK EYE" AFTERNOON! s— | -TuaT WAS A REAL WATE You WENT To THe} [iT WAS A WONDERFUL wt me PORE ts this about a pig, lot me, say--though you neve suy—though his thoughts are| when may 4 et never Vig. in & way, he's ufatrong. te e ady rooter spring and fall und a knock get out and ove ne lone egg. uF ten There Is this about a he in the hay not at all, and he does dig in bis day! NOTHING So HIGH BROW ABOUT THAT! HAVE You_NEVER SEEN A PICTURE THAT | MADE AN IMPRESSION | ON You ? 5 a \ , let mo] say—he may swipe your Sunday coat] doesn’t pi say—be may kick at times, of course,|cn,; day, put be steals before your] day! 4 » AT THE ART. GALLERIES ? iv ONLY ONCE — i IT WAS CALLED ii "THe SPIRIT OF \176" | 4 THe CORD BusTeD! any = By MY 1 UMBRELLA ® 4 sye"LL COME AROUND iN A MINUTE — stte Most Have Had SOME SUDDEN Stock - LARRY WHITTINGTON, . 1 n’t Keep This One Off His Mind! 3 No— 1_WAS SITTIN’ UNDER, IN A FELLER'S House: < job up| face, any sive a time and any plage, when I] There ts this o fa vote, he's Uh Thove is this about a d may put your but before to slip is might ip ata There ts ulways look settles down cog night or] say wut u goa nd let me] ar this about a mule, let me though there may not be a rule he'll obey, yet he'll stay or he will e|s0, he is yes or ho ts no, and his nu g's never dual, anyway! ‘© Is this about 4 man, tet me © can profit, yes he can, by the y. 1€ he'll take the sterling creeds of the antmals he feeds and employ, thes in his plan every day.—J, Edw, ‘Tufft in Farm Life, : day! | wa