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THE GEOaQIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE
BROADWAY JONES
Based on George M. Cohen 's Play Now Running in New York
. Thrilling Story of "The Groat White
Way."
Copyright, 1912, by George M. Cohan.)
B y BERTRAND BABCOCK.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
ttallace bounded from his chair, and,
nioemnt, he strode toward the door
whose intensity showed his feel-
• Then he we nt back to the woman
• inc in a chair.
ie s. and add about thirty to your
n he snapped.
• What'” gasped the woman, confront
.,, him as she got up. "How dare you,
. 1,,, you know what you’re saying?
But the torrent had started. 1113 words
~ - iv foaming and tumbling over one
■v ther. Wallace went on:
' ..your engagement Is all wrong-laugh
, e The idea of a woman of your age
imagining for a moment that this boy
, foo i enough to mean such a thing.
You . r e a sensible woman. Figure It out
for yourself. Why, you’re more than
twice his age.’*
•What!"
BITTER WORDS.
•■He’s only 25.”
You're a brute;
Un vour friend. I’m trying to save
from being made the laughing stock
,/; hP town. Jackson doesn't love any
ir.g but a good time. Why, he doesn't
Y:e anything seriously—especially wom-
J To my knowledge, he's been en
aged to thirty of them during the last
twe years.”
1 don’t believe you,” snappea Mrs.
'very well, go ahead; It’s no affair of
me." came from Wallace, as he made
a gesture of helplessness.
\ n .l you'll do well to attend to your
own business, Mr. Wallace,” she retorted
shrilly.
\t this moment Jackson Jones entered
f .his bed room. Unlike his divinity,
,> < re were signs of the night before about
His hands were trembling, there
was apparent a weakness of the knees,
igh the morning "bracer” had partial
• restored his ragged nerves. Upon his
rather boyish face there was only seem
ing delight at seeing a beloved object.
He was singing "Love, Sweet Love, Is a
Poet's Dream.” When he saw Mrs. Ger
iro. he opened his arms, while his smile
i f. ame more youthful tyian ever. •
Beatrice, my little Beatrice.” he greet
ed her.
si., flew with the gait of a rheumatic
en to that shelter and put her head on
his shoulder.
Jackson,’ she breathed, as softly as her
« rn voice permitted.
lien Broadway raised his eyes de
tiantly to his friend.
"Good mornirig, Wallace,” he said,
quietly.
Wiiile the young advertising man shook
clean-shaven features In pity at what
he saw, Jackson comforted softly his
■‘Beatrice."
WALLACE IS FIRM.
How is my little banquet queen this
ruing?" he asked, with apparent ten
derness.
"I came here as happy as a lark, but
> i.w I'm horribly upset”—in her quaver
i cracked voice. ,
Why. what's happened to my little
:n<! of pleasure?” he asked, softly.
Till- man has been saying terrible
HJngs to me.”
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WHAT about my suit ? I start on
my vacation next week and want
to wear it, Coat ready for me to
try on tomorrow? That’s encouraging.
Vou will deliver it Saturday, sure ? Well,
that’s fine. Good-by.”
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Broadway let Beatrice slip from his
arms while he walked up to Wallace.
"Why, Wallace, what have you been
saying to little Beatrice?" he demanded.
As Wallace shrugged his shoulders in
disgust. Mrs. Gerard answered for him.
“Called It a silly match. Said I should
not take you seriously. Intimated that
you really did not love me—and —and-—”
"You said these things?" Broadway
asked his friend, with apparent stern
ness.
"Yes. and a good deal more,” was the
quick, bitter response.
"Bob Wallace. I’m surprised at you.
Shame on you.”
"Oh, rats!”
"Again. I say shame on you.”
1 “A joke’s a joke, but you’ve carried it
too,far. Do you know the whole town’s
laughing at the story in today’s papers?”
Mrs. Gerard interrupted this sharp ex
i change between the two former boon com
panions with—
" Jackson, are you going to stand there
: and allow me to—”
Broadway followed her closely:
"No, him shan’t insult little Beatrice.
You listen to me, Mr. Wallace. I’m more
than 21 years of age and can come pretty
near handling my own affairs. I'm in no
need of a guardian. Without any ap
-1 parent reason you’ve Insulted this lady,
and you’ve insulted me. Now, sir, I de
mand an apology."
"You don’t mean you're really going to
marry her?" exclaimed Wallace.
HE APOLOGIZES.
“Os course, we're going to get mar
ried,” came from Mrs. Gerard sharply,
while Jackson repeated promptly' and in
’ a sing song:
! "Os course, were going to get mar
. ried.”
Wallace turned to Jackson with:
"Very well, then; I apologize,” and ad
Jackson’s gesture, repeated his words t«
Mrs. Gerard. She was not sure that shf
• could accept the apology, but he as
sured her he had thought it all a joke
! Angrily she replied to this:
"And what right had you to think such
a thing? Is it at all unusual that people
1 in love should marry?”
"Why, no, of course not, but I—l—
didn’t understand—l—” he stammered.
1 Then as Broadway began to sing soft
ly, Wallace turned on him with white
! fury, and a return of his old suspicion.
"Now, see here, Jackson, if you’re fool
ing me I want to know. I—”
Mrs. Gerard sang out:
’ "There he goes again—another insult.”
1 Jackson turned to Wallace.
“You're not quite satisfied that It Isn’t
a joke?” he said. "Then I'll put you
right. It’s all true. We’re engaged. We
are going to be married and we expect to
be very happy. Do you believe it now?"
“Certainly," answered Wallace, smooth
ly. "Might I ask how long you’ve been
: engaged?”
Broadway’s divinity answered:
i “We became engaged last night at din
ner."
A VERBAL SLIP.
i “Yes, during the ice cream,” supple
mented packson.
"It all happened in a moment.” dream
: ily and fatuously added Mrs. Gerard.
Broadway tapped the fingers of one
hand upon those of the other.
> “Just like that—just like that,” he
said. “Only one question asked, ’Will
i you marry me?' And I said ‘Yes!’ ”
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
“Chinese Fashions This Season Give You Art and Beauty”—Vioia Allen
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MISS VIOLA ALLEN, LEADING WOMAN WITH “THE DAUGHTER OF
HEAVEN.’’
By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
THE woman who sat next to me at
the theater during the matinee
of the "Daughter of Heaven,”
kept making curious little drawings on
the borders of her program. There
would be a tiny little design marked
blue or pink, and it wasn't until she
had sketched one of Viola Allen's cos
tumes that I recognized her as the de
signer of a big dressmaking establish
ment, getting ideas for winter fashions.
For this is going t<j be a season of
Mings and Manchus, and the inspira
tion is found in the gorgeous pageant at
the Century theater, where Miss Allen
presents a most wonderful picture as
the Empress of the Mings, the Daugh
ter of Heaven.
It was after the great battle scene,
where the young empress sees the last
of her faithful followers imolating
themselves on a funeral pile, that I
hurried back to Miss Allen’s dressing
room, to find the gallant empress still in
full armor and not yet having cast off
the glamor of the Stirling scene.
It was she who explained to me the
difference between the Manchu and the
Ming, for I had picked up a photo
graph of the actress in a gorgeous Chi
nese costume, and asked if it couldn’t
be reproduced.
“Oh, no, that is wrong; that is a
Manchu costume,” said the empress of
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
LYSANDER JOHN APPLETON
tried to get the needle over the
thread. He bent over and .-quint
ed. Then he squared off as if for a
tight.
But the thread slipped away every
time he tried to throw the little steel
lariat over it.
Then he stopped long enough to sigh.
“It seems," he said, appealing to the
pillow cushions which were stuffed so
big and fat they looked like rich men's
wives, "to be regarded as more impor
tant that a girl be taught how to use
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the Mings, and I felt as if I had com
mitted high treason in displaying my
ignorance of Chinese and art
and etiquette.
You see, an empress of the dynasty
of Ming, even behind the scenes, and
off the stage, and in private life, could
not appear in the costume of the Man
chu, the hated enemy of her race; for
Ming and Manchu are different in taste
and customs, and that shows itself in
the customs, though both seem equally
gorgeous, and both will be Copied by
the woman who studies the art of
dressmaking.
The Mings, less well known to us
than the Manchu race, went in for Di
rectoire effect in clothes, with high
waist lines and long flowing garments,
covered with glittery things of exquisite
shades. They stuck to pastel colorings
except when they were fighting.
No Waist Lines.
On the other hand, the Manchus were
the ancestors of our own Paul Poirot,
avoided waist lines of any kind, and
took their colors from Nature, who puts
green and yellow, purple and scarlet to
gether, without the slightest compunc
tion and attains the most wonderful re
sults.
Only a fly with a thousand eyes or
the poetic night which is supposed to
have an equal number of optics, could
take in all the wonderful beauties of
the Daughter of Heaven.
“Don't you think the clothes are ex-
13y Frances L. Gar side
her hands in saluting the flag than upon
what finger she will wear a thimble
when she sews."
she pillow cushions strengthened
their resemblance to rich men’s wives
by looking incapable of comprehension.
“If I owned a real old-fashioned brass
candlestick,” he continued, getting the
point of the needle in his Anger, "1
would put a candle in ft and make a
search for a daughter so old-fashioned
she occasionally sewed a button on her
father's clothes.”
The needle went over the thread, and
Lysander John made a knot at the end
of the th!end as large as n bean.
"Daysey Mayme,” he said to the pil
low cushion ladles, "calls her knots
I French, but mine originateln the Isle of
; Man."
He smiled at his pleasantry as he
I searched in a little bag for a button, but
the pillow cushion ladies looked only a
fatty indifference.
"My daughter,” he resumed, "has a
dress tills fajl trimmed with 3fi2 but
tons. That,” with a sigh, "would be
equal to one button every day in the
year for me.
“My wife," pulling the needle through
the cloth so laboriously that he nearly
fainted, "also has a dress trimmed in
buttons 274, and not one in use. Hooks j
and eyes just the same.
"It’s al! the style this for women ;
to wear buttons on their clothes—steel i
and glass and cloth and campaign, and
for the men to go without. I think I;
must have been this unfair distributor!
of buttons that made the men in Ohio]
so mad they defeated woman suffrage."
Perhaps the pillow cushion ladies
looked contemptuous, contempt being
the expression nearest fattj indict*-'
cnee, but L> amici John was too mue.i I
absorbed in hl« troubles to notice. . I
"I’d get mad at having to do this kind |
of work." he said, biting off the thread |
"If it did any good, but a man's women j
folks don't have anj mo.e respect fori
his wrath than they have for ft storm I
produced on tile stage.”
Then he discovered lie had sewed the
| button on vitli white thread! If. gave ;
tile mild oath of a doormat man, sawed '
'. i" button off with Ilfs penknife and j
j.m all oVe
traordlnary?” said Miss Allen, after she
had hurriedly disposed of the übiqui
tous question of health and beauty, in
these few words, "Health Is a question
of common sense, diet, exercise and
rest. lam sure every one must answer
you in the same way, for that is all
there is to it.”
"Look at those gorgeous frocks," said
Miss Allen as she opened a door and
showed me a closet full of the most ex
traordinarily beautiful garments, made
of gold tissue, embroideries, beaded
fringe, beautiful transparent fabrics, of
fairylike coloring.
“Do you know, I think only one of
these dresses could be worn today, for
women have developed so much indi
viduality in their dressing that these
frocks, instead of being startling or
unusual, as coming from a far-off land,
are appreciated for their great artis- i
tie beauty.”
Despite the long and very arduous
role that Miss Allen has to play, she
did not seem to be the least bit tired,
for, as she said, she’s carried away by
the spirit of the play, and never thinks
of fatigue once she has gotten into her
part.
As she was still in her lighting cos
tume of vivid’ yellow, a kind of Chinese
Joan of Are, I asked her if she was as
warlike off the stage as on it, and if
"Votes for Women” was her motto.
Has No Time.
“I am ashamed to say," pleaded Miss
Allen, in the gracious sort of way she
has of speaking, “I simply haven't had
time to study the question, and I really
don’t know anything about it, but I
vow that I will learn, for people are
already beginning to ask me for my po
litical sentiments, I suppose, because of
the part I'm playing now.
"One thing is certain. The Chinese
woman eyen in fighting costume has
less freedom than the American woman
of today in her hobble skirts. Look at
the shoes,” said Miss Allen putting out
a little foot, in the double Chinese san
dal, which looks so wabbly and uncom
fortable.
"These shoes are very hard to walk
in at first, and I still think it's a very
difficult thing to suggest dignity while
tripping in the Chinese way and mak
ing those tiny little steps. There is so
much in the .way one walks; so much
beauty and so much character. And
the tiny step of the Chinese woman is
not characteristic of our face, nor does
it, to my mind, suggest the nobility
and dignity which we demand in an
imperial character.”
That little matter of walking is only
one of the millions of difficulties which
beset the actres of the Chinese play.
Those terrifically long finger nails—sign
of Chinese aristocracy—were another.
As I looked at Miss Allen I realized
how good looking you have to be not to
be completely disfigured by the slanting
eyes and brows of the Chinese makeup.
Miss Allen presents a picture of exqui
site porcelainlike beauty, and she is
quite Chinese, too, as you would see if
you got close enough to her to see the
black marks across her eyes and the
high, flyaway eyebrows made with
paint.
"These are the most comfortable
dresses in the world,” said Miss Allen,
fingering her Ming frocks. It was time
for me to go, but I've not made up
my mind which I will be, Ming or Man
cini; Ming, with long flowing garments,
or Manchu, with a kind of middy blouse
and short pleated skirt.
Both are the latest thing in artistic
fashions.
IN WHICH PLACE?
"He believes that the match was
made in heaven.”
"I guess it was. No one knows why
on earth she married him.”
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* Little Bobbie’s Pa <
By William F. Kirk
Yesterday was the first time i
ever seen Pa lose two (21 argu
ments. He newer lost any at
times when he was arguing at hoam,
but the folks that argued with him at
hoam was all the time thinking of Ma,
so thay newer contradicted Pa. Pa
used to tell me that thare was two kinds
of folks tn this world. He sed thay was
divided like this: YES folks & NO
folks. He sed that the YES folks was
the kind that was Jiggering how they
mite git sumthing out of you by saying
YES to everything that you sed to
them. He sed that here & thare you
cud find sumbody that was a NO guy.
A NO guy, sed Pa, is a man that doesnt
care what happens. He doesnt care
what anybody thinks of him. I am a
kind of a NO guy myself, sed Pa.
You doant tell me, sed Ma. The
only time that you cud ewer have the
currage to say No wud be wen sum
body suggests going hoam.
Wife, sed Pa, I am going to show you
that I can say No, but that at the
same time I can make every other man
say Yes. How do you know that you
can make every other man say Yes? sed
Ma. By the sheer force of my person
ality, Pa sed. The same way that Na
poleon made his Holgers crawl oaver the
Alps. I doant think them French boys
was tikled to death to go oaver them
mountings, sed Pa, but the Little Cor
poral sed that they had to scale them
peeks, & they scrambled.
I doant beeleeve that you can maik
any man that ewer lived say Yes to
everything you say, sed Ma. At leest,
you will have to show me.
Jest then a frend of Pa calm in. I
dident know what he did for a living,
but the minnit I saw his eye-brows I
seen that he was a Scotchman. Pa
toald me long ago that the best way to
tell a Scotchman was to look first for
his bushy eyebrows & next for his big
jaws. This frend of Pa's was a reglar
Scotchman, I guess, beekaus he had
bushy eyebrows & a big jaw. It was
bigger on one side than the other, bee
kaus I herd him telling Ma that his wife
had lilt him with a rolling pin, by mis
take. She thot she was swatting a fly.
The minnit that Pa started in to talk
about polyticks, I seen Mister Miicl’er-
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V I
\nty Drudge Explains How to Wash
Blankets and Flannels.
Mrs. Justwed —“Boo, hoo! Now I’ve gone and ruined
this pair of blankets. And I was telling Jack this
morning how I was going to save money by washing
them myself.”
Anty Drudge—“ We\\, dearie, that pair is shrunk and
there’s no use crying over spilt milk, but you have
learned a good lesson. In the future, you wash blank
ets, flannels and other woolens in lukewarm water
with Fels-Naptha Soap suds. You’ll hardly need to
do any rubbing even. The dirt will fly and the things
won’t shrink. They won’t get rough either.”
And why do more than a million wo
men use Fels-Naptha Soap regularly?
Because it is such an easy cleaner—
Because it saves work —
Because it makes the clothes so white
and sweet and pure —
Because the clothes wear so much
longer.
I hey use Fels-Naptha for washing their
finest frocks, their laciest lingeries. It won’t
harm them.
And they use it in their housework,
too. Fels-Naptha is just as superior in
cleaning and scrubbing as in washing
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sons jaw git eeven bigger & his eyes
got big & bulgy like the eyes In a fish.
Doant you agree with me, Mister
Macferson, sed Pa, that Rusevelt Is the
man who is going to save this country?
No, sed Pa’s frend.
Doant you beeleeve in the un-dying
principles of the Progressive party? sed
Pa.
No, sed Pa’s frend.
Doant you beeleeve that in the long
run the principles for which Mister
Rusevelt has stood for so long, as loy
ally as the peepul has stood tor Mister
Rusevelt, will in time triumph at the
polls ?
No, sed Pa’s frend.
Arter he was gone, Ma laffed ft sed to
Pa: Howe are you, Daniel Webster?
lou are the most convincing gent I
evver saw.
Do You Know—
In France there is a tax on doors and
windows
‘First instituted in Switzerland, sav
ings banks were started In 1787.
Poets laureate, the earliest of whom
was Ben Jonson, were first appointed
by letters patent in 1615.
Blind people in Pittsburg have been
provided with police whistles, to enable
them to summon police assistance when
crossing the street.
Four sparrows attended a harvest
festival service at Bolney (Sussex)
Parish church, flying into the building
just as the congregation started the
104th Psalm. One of the birds perched
on the organ, and nodded Its head to
the music. Tiring of the organ, it flew
across the church, and in doing so
/nocked off the organist's glasses. The
bird was then attracted to the choir
and feasted itself on some corn within
a few inches of a chorister’s head. It
stayed until the collection was about
to be taken, and then flew out of the
church.