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She Doesn 't Want Her Name
Flashing on Broadway By FRANCES L. GARSIDE AM and a woman meet; they fall in love; they marry. Eldl believes that love to be immortal, something as firmly fixed as the stars in heaven. Human nature (which means human weakness) in one results the disillusionment of the other, and they separ.it c It is a Itory that is told every day; misunderstand ings, reproaches, intoleration, and whiff, another ro mance has hurst with all the finality, but none of the gentleness, of a bursting soap bubble! Perhaps this almost universal experience is one rea IQU wju 'The Wonderful Thing," with Miss leannie Easels, i the star, is a much talked-of play on Broad way. For in "The Wonderful Thing." the story doesn't end with the quarrel : There is a reconciliation, show ing hovk easy it is, if both desire it, to rebuild happi ness on its own ruins. "The Wonderful Thing," in the play, is supposed tjbe love ; many say it is Miss Kagels herself, but the men and women who have seen the play and talk of it in. the clubs and in the homes, are quite sure that "The Wonderful Thing" is charity. Perhaps (who knows?) it is because the story gives such promise to those whose matrimonial happiness has struck the reefs that, without a line of advertising, it attracts so many. Jeanne Kagels plays the part of an impulsive French Canadian girl of great wealth and high ideals, who falls in love with an Englishman, and is so sure that he is too noble to ask her to marry him because of her wealth that she sweeps aside all propriety and asks him to marry her. He has said nice things to her ; he loves her, she is sure, or he wouldn't have said them, and she loves him. This is all she believes to be essential in a court ship. A few hours before she proposes he finds he must raise a large sum of money ti protect a younger brother from the charge of forgery. He needs money, he needs it at once, and he admires the girl. The in evitable results: He yields to temptation, tells her he loves her and they marry. Her discovery in the third act that he married her for her money robs her of all illusion. She denounces him and though in their brief married life he has learned to love her she re fuses to believe him and they separate. Happiness is rebuilt before the final curtain falls; this had to be the way with the play to make it a success. "It would be the way in life, too," says Miss Kagels. "if men and women had more charity tor each other. Love spells Charity, but the poor, unhappy world has too often made it spell Selfishness, and this is why there are so many wrecks. "Am I married? Mercy, No! I have been too busy to think of such things, finding all my happiness in my career. But when I do marry, if ever 1 do, it will not be with a vision of a man-angel in my mind, a sort of celestial being loaned for a brief while to earth, to whom a halo would be more becoming than the hat earthly custom compels him to wear. I will have no such vision, and, consequently, no great disappoint ment when 1 find 1 have married just a man, with faults just like those one's father has. or which a sister finds so unforgiving in a brother. Then, if he will know he is marrying just a woman with all a woman's faults, and we mix our love generously with charity I am sure we will be very happy." Miss Kagels is a Kansas City girl, and she has been on the stage since she was seven. Unlike Mary Pick ford, Pearl White and scores of others she did not ascend into tame by way of the translation scene in Uncle Tom's Cabin. She never played the part of Little Eta. Her first legitimate appearance was as "Puck" in "M id-Summer Night's Dream," and her first appearance in public was in a children's amateur production of "Hamlet." No child could take the part of the grave digger until little Jeanne Kagels tried it. "This," she says, "was my first dramatic success." She played in repertoire for a number of years; there is not a town of any size in which she has not appeared, and she has run the gamut in the parts, playing equally well in comedy and tragedy. "I like tragedy with comedy relief." she said. "It is the height of art to make an audience smile through its tears." She won her first laurels in Xew York in JEANNE BAGELS "Daddies," in George Arliss's "Disraeli." "Hamilton.'' and "The Professor's Love Story." That her name does not appear in electric lights now is because it is not her wish. She does not, she says, feel that she is ready for it. Too often when a girl's name reaches the electric light sign she thinks she has reached the pin nacle, and quits striving. I never want to do that. I want to keep working hard and doing my best, as though I were on trial at every performance. And I really am on trial before that audience, for it is not composed of those who saw me the night before." She has worked very hard, success hasn't turned her very level and very pretty head. There is some thing more than a Broadway success for this little girl from Missouri. Her Word Goes Far With Miners of America US' r m BBt SSSV-A jf MflHII BBBBBBBBBBBH (C) Htrrit 4 twing MRS. ETHEL RUSSELL COOMBES MKS, ETHEL RUSSELL COOMBES is the only woman in the world who edits and manages a mining magazine. Br important and un gual as that distinction is, it is merely incidental in Kr everydly accomplishments. This talented young ,a(l also holds down the many-angled job of MsJsttlH secretary of the American Mining Congress, an or-Ra",7-ation with headquarters at Washington, D, C wWch is the biggest thing of its kind in any country. 11 1 conducted for the benefit of the thousands of Persons throughout the country who are engaged in the m"nK of Kold, silver, copper, coal, lead, zinc, oil and (,ther metals. C.nzzlcd, old mine-owners from California, Colo 0 and Nevada and ultra-polished, mining financier from New York. Boston and Philadelphia are unani mous in asserting that Mrs. Coombes is the only busi ness woman they have ever known who never forgets a name or face. There are 5,000 members of the American Mining Congress and when the annual con ventions are held Mrs. Coombes, who always serves as secretary, never fails to greet each delegate by his correct name. Months later a new member who at tended the convention from Alaska or some other re mote place, will walk into the Washington headquarters and receive a jolt of his life by having Mrs. Coombes pleasantly call him by name and ask about conditions in his particular locality. The task of getting out a technical monthly maga zine usually requires the services of several well trained men. Rut this little brown-eyed, brown-haired woman who weighs hut an even hundred pounds so licits all the advertisements ; writes articles and edi torials on all sorts of subjects, and reads all the proof merelv as a side line. What she designates as her "real work, consists ot hiring and firing half a hundred office employes, man aging the multitudinous office affairs of the congress, and. every now and then, putting on a sizzling mem bership campaign. When asked how on earth she succeeds in per forming so much work without ever losing her temper or getting a case of nerves; also, how she happened to get started in this unique business. Mrs. Coombes smiled good-naturedly and said: "Oh. it's easy to answer those questions. T love my work so very much, that it has long since ceased to be work. I verily be lieve that I get more genuine pleasure out of my daily occupation than any other woman gets out of partying, teaing and gadding about from one alleged fashionable resort to another. Why. 1 am so intensely interested fa my work that T often get awake in the middle of the night and wish it were morning so that I could go to work. . "I first started to work because it was a plain case of bread and butter. Eight sears ago 1 suddenly found it necessary to make a living for myself and my two little sons. Up to that time, as the wife of a naval officer! I was nothing but a society butterfly with no other thought in life except having what I thought was a 'gorgeous' time and talking about next season's styles. Actually, the most momentous problems in those days consisted of getting a new hat or a pink ptratot. 1 was even such a ninnv as to feel sorry for rfrls who had to work: now I feel sorry for girls who haven't enough get up -and-go to do something useful (tnd worth-while in life instead of being helpless little parasites. Present-day life is simply bubbling over with opportunities for women to make good in business in a big way, providing they are willing to use their heads for thinking purposes and sacrifice a few inane social affairs. "I hope you will not get the impression, however, that I take absolutely no interest in other things aside from my work. Bless you. I do! My greatest happi ness and diversion is to fix up a nice lunch of fried chicken, sandwiches, cake, pickles and pie and go hiking out in the woods with my children and gather wild flowers, study the birds and trees and sit on the grass like a kid. 1 look upon the theater not only as a delightful source of entertainment but as one of the greatest educational institutions we have. I have never missed a good show in my life and never expect to. Another prolific source of joy is to dream elaborate dreams about the two oil wells out in Wyoming in which I own a substantial interest. "And as for dancing well, tell the orchestra to get busy." Americans Do Like Lemons THOSE people who have a fondness for lemon meringue pies in the autumn, winter and spring months of the year, and who are strongly partial to the frequent serving of huge pitchers of nice ice-cold lemonade during the torrid days of summer, are ear nestly hoping that the United States and Italy will emerge from the present turbulent maze of diplomatic correspondence even better friends than ever before. This fond and fervent hope is based on the knowl edge that the United States is almost entirely de pendent upon Italy for its supply of lemons. Of the total annual importation of 15UMM),000 pounds of lem ons into this country, 148,000,000 pounds come from sunny Italy. The other little dab of J.000.000 pounds comes from Spain. Cuba, Greece, British Yrest Indies, Mexico and other scattered countries. Our importers pay Italy and the other countries close to $5,000,000 each year for their lemons. Put because of being bought by the pound and sold by the dozen, the price paid by Mr. and Mrs. Ultimate Consumer is consider ably more. It would seem that Americans art exceedingly fond of lemons. Four average-sized lemons will weigh a pound. By multiplying the total number of pounds im ported by four, we have a grand total of o00.000.000 lemons. Even by counting the tots in the cribs, this gives half a dozen lemons each for everybody.