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THE SUN, SUNDAY,- MftRCH 3, ' 1918.
HUMOR FROM "SEVENTEEN" A PLAY OF YOUTH A M t'N EM ENTfl. AMINKMKNTM. fc BROADWAN ML 1M Direction i BROADWAY al" -4-912 ST. Direction S.L.ROTHAPFEL -ANNOUNCEMENT- IIERKAFTEIl TIIK llfVOt.1 WILLUPl'UK A New Bill Every Sunday inntt.ad np ON MOXIHVK AS IIKIIETOKOKK Ik Er MflL si gordon cHlflHi-. B I n surrounded jry oRrHHH H l H ISCENEJ FOTH TARKINGTON SEVENTEEN " By BQOTH TARKINCTON. T11K iluy "Seventeen" Is not mine; before the opening per formance I hadn't seen, the fcript, even. One of my atlver on Is the habit of some au thors to avoid all possibles references to Hie actual playmakern. In the ca.se e plsys founded on popular looks. The writer of tile book usually pcr mlu fjch a play to bo referred to as his play sometimes he encourascs such references: and I have known the writers of dramatized books who somehow (jot to believing that they had made the dramatizations. I know one lady writer who travels with tha company. makes first nlRht speeches, and talks about "my little play" puts in the "little" to show how mod es: she Is and she never In her life wrote a line in any piny produced! Now, since I didn't write the play, 1 can, without reservation or excep tion, indorse, "i-'eventocn," the drama tization of my book by the same name as produced by Stuart Walker. 1 saw the play and am frank to say that' I fr.joed it. Hut I must confess that the parts 1 enjoyed most were not mine They were the features added M Mr Walker, the master craftsman, nnl his players, which fit so well with the spirit of youth and the spirit In Thlr!i the book was written. "SKVENTEEN." A p!a of outh and love and summer time. fcenej the living room of tho Baxter Knrae and the porch of the I'archer house, next door. Mr H.ixter Mary! Mary! Jane! (Jane enters with some food In her haniln Have you seen my Tribune t Jm Yes, sir. (She darts upstairs and .-non returns with the paper). I as lookinK at the pictures. Mr. Daxter Jane, did you ever think about not eating for a while? Jane Tho doctor told mamma It was cnod for me. (Mrs. Baxter has entered) Mr Haxter I don't see where you P it all. I finished my dinner ten minutes aso. Jane You cat awful fast. papa. Mamma said Mr?. Baxter That will do, Jane. Jane Well, what you said wus all rich' You Just said Mr? I'.nxter Jane! Jane -Yes'm (changing the subject Mpiih) Willie's reading! a big look - Ho reads it lots. He's In his room It has a brown cover. (She departs.) Mrs liaxtcr I've never seen such a mernorv for tho details of other peo ple a baslnesa, especially William's, Mr Daxter She probably suspects thit we're interested. Mr.. Baxter Wen, now, Sylvanus, I nrver encourage her to repeat things. Mr Baxter It's impossible to dls co'iraie her If she doesn't tell It to !av shi .. toll It to-morrow. You mark mi words, she'll tell mo yet that on aid I cobbled my food. Mr Baxter Well, I didn't put It t.ia' w.n init I don't want tin- chil drtn .i set , the habit of eating fast w. i! silence. Mr Baxter What Is Willie reading? Mrs Baxter I don't know he reads ceat deal every now and then. Mr Baxter What was the matter him at dinner) Mr? Baxter He said he wasn't hun- Mr FUxter- He seemed to bo wor rif nbr ,t something. M Baxter - He doesn't like to bo alie i Willie. I suppose. Mr B.ix'er- That's nonsense. We've a!.is -Kited him Willie. M-s B.ixtet -Yes, but he feels he's Kf't n; too old for pet iian.es mid pet-t.ri- Mr Baxter- I'shaw! That's not a pf i -line - it's Just a name. Mi Baxter--Well, Sylvanus, wo roustn t bo too hard on the loy, He's a the painful Ago when he's too old to ho a child and too young to be a man Mr Baxter Does ho think that ,"'i thing Is going to change becuusc r BHliiig older? He's not the only t0 m has ouiliil a year to his life. Mis, Baxter -But ho doesn't realize - 1 no boy iloex. Mr Baxter--Now, Mmy, I wusn't llw way When I was his ago I ould have JuniM nt tho ehunco to i' to college, and 1 know I wasn't the e.i.ioiiKrlous Jackanapes this boy Is. Mr. liaxtcr (smiles, hecauso she nows boys)j:Vcry hoy of his age lilies to seem perfect, Hylvanus. Ho ants everything Just right a Just o home, family, the very best in town, clothes Jutt right. I 4 ' i til A g aiiaaiaMafiii ...,..-. uiijM Mr. Baxter Then why doesn't he j take care of his clothes. Mrs. Baxter That's a different mat ter, dear there Is still lots of the child In him . j ..ii. en, i mve it up. i , don't know what's he matfcr with mm. Mrs. Baxter- He's seventeen. (There la rllence. He reads, and i-he sews). (A little later Willie comes down stairs, makes a vain plea to his father foi a dress suit, and is sitting read ing when his friend Johnnie Watson drops in.) Willie Come, on In, Johnnie. Johnnie H'lo, Silly Bill what's the news? Willie Now, lool: here, John Wat son; you know I don't like to bo called Silly Bill any more. Of course, it's a nickname but It doesn't mean what it sounds like. Bill is short for Will lam and Silly Is short for Sylvanus. But It ain't dignified. Johnnie Sure not! Willie I'd like to be called Baxter like any other man in this town. Come on, Johnnie, what's tho matter of us trying to get In the habit of being a little manly about things once In a while. Johnnie All right. What's the news, Baxter? Willie (coldly) Don't know any. Johnnie Dull time.-', ain't it? I heard May Tardier was comln' Kick to town to-day, though. Willie Well, let her. Johnnie They said fho was goin' to bring a girl to visit her. They said she was a regular ringdlnger, anil Willie Well, what If she is? Makes little difference to me, I guess! Johnnie Oh, no, It don't! You don't take any interest in girls! oh, no! Willie I never saw one in my life I'd care whether she lived or died! Johnnie Honest? Honest, is that so? Willie Yes, "honest!" They could all die. wouldn't notice! Johnnie Why didn't know you Telt that way about 'em. Silly Bill. Willie You've got to stop calling mo "Silly" that name! I don't want any one to call mo anything but Bax ter, except May, and perhaps she'll call me Mr. Baxte'r. Johnnie She'll call you Willie, 1 bet. When her father and your father and her mother and your mother are friends and together so much Willie That's no excuso for famll larncs.. A man's a man sometimes even if he did grow up with you! Johnnie Gee, Bill, you're sarcastic! I Willie Well, I'm not as sarcastic as Joe Bullitt. May. says he's the sarcastlcest man she ever knew. I only get that way once in a while. You have to with girls. Johnnie I'm going to sec tho new girl this afternoon. Don't you want to come along? Willie I .should say not! Ye gods! Johnnie, don't you know anything about good form? It's a lady's place to ask to have n man introduced. Be sides, when I call on u strange lady for the tlrst time and I'm not saying I'll coll on May's friend I'm going to call in the evening, like any othur man -In a dress suit, with my hair brushed straight back and klnda brillintlned, maybe, But how different was the meeting not at all according to Willie's In tention to lie as Impressive as a man of tho world should be. The fair straiiKer, I.ola Pratt, comes with May I'archer to call on Mrs. Baxter. Wllllo strolling downstairs munching in most un-man-of-the-worldly fnshion a slice of bread and butter and apple sauce, tnecta Lola who Is carrying her little dog, Kloplt, upstairs to be pre sented to Mrs. Baxter. Thus It be comes Inevitable, that they should meet, face to fare, for the first time In their lives, Wllllo had percolved, even In tho distance, that she wus un known to lilm a stranger, because he knew till tho girls In that part of tho town who dressed as famously In the mode as that! And then, as the distance between them lessened, he saw that sho was ravlshlnnly pretty; far. far prettier, Indeed, than nny girl lie knew. At least, It seemed so, for It is, unfortunatnly, much easier for stiangern to be beautiful. Aside from this advantago of mystery, tho ap proaching vision v.'iih piquant and graceful; and she enrriej u light and Huffy burden which she carried nest led In the Inner curve of her right arm, a tiny dog with hair like nihil) and a pink ilhboi around his neck an animal sated with indulgence and Idiotically unaware of his privilege. ITe was half asleep, William dufhot see tho dor, for It la the plain ana- chila in him , icrly person, wouM htvo brought the every day for four .war.-,, ami now he 1 HHKJfiMnlHHBH I 1 tomlcal truth that when he saw how1 It was in fio papers and their par ' pretty the girl was his heart- -his cuts s.iid it was a goo.l thing. And ' physical heart began to do things the Jumewhcre in Iowa a buy began shuv- like of which, experienced by on el- i Ing when he was thlrle-Mi, and shaved j dcrly person, would lnvo brought the every day for four yi-arn, and now lie's doctor in haste. He suffered from breathlessncss and from presure on tho diaphragm. She. apparently, took no note of William, oven when she and William had come within a few feet of each ' ether. Yet hi knew that she would. look up and that their eyes must meet and he strove to obtain greater ease and some decent appearance of manjy I Indifference. Thus,-, in the Instant of f panic that befell, when her dark-lashed eyelids slowly lifted, he hud a flash of Inspiration. He operod his mouth comcwhat. nnd as her eyes met his, full and startling!', he placed three I lingers ncioss the orifice, nnd also I offered a slight vocal proof that she I had surprised him in the midst of a. yuwn. "Oh, hum!" ho said. l'or the fraction of a second the deep l!ue spark in her eyes slowed brighter gentle arrows of turquoise shot him . through and through and then her I gltncc withdrew from the Ineffable col- llslon. Her small, white shod feet con- iiuuuu iu i'.ar nini iijiwarii, away rroni him, while his own dimmed shoes pcre srinated In the opposlto direction William necessarily, yet with excruci ating reluctance, accompanying them. But Just at the moment when he and the lovely creature were side by side, and her head turned from him, she ypeke that is, she murmured, but he caught her words. "You, l'lopit, waKe up!" (In the tone of a mother talking baby talk.) ",S'o InillftVrlnk' " William's feet and his breath halted spasmodically. Then he comprehended that l-'lopit and not William Sylvanus Baxter, wus the gentleman addressed. But but she had meruit him. lie took two steps to follow her, but she disappeared upstairs. The room did not seem empty a rosy glamour lingered in the air. William's soul was tremulous, for she had done her work but too well. Willie "Indiffcrlnk! So indiffer ir.k! (he murmured, thrilling at his own exceeding indifferent Imitation of her voice. "Indifferink!" that was Just what he would have her think- tha he was a cold. Indifferent man.) But so far from being indifferent is William that he "borrows"' fath ers diess suit, his .hat and his cane, iu order to make the impressive even ing call ho had planned long before his heart was enthralled. Now, more than ever, was it necessary to appear aj a man of the world. Concealing the ill ess suit under his bathrobe. In order that the "borrowing" need not be ex plained to the fumlly, ho Is discovered by Genesis, tho colored bouse servant, Willie Genesis, you ought to kn:ck before you come In. Genesis I wasn't comln' to see no body. Willie What do you want? Gi nests - Well, you see, I brims dls pii'm In heah, (Willie Is trying to Jtiaigliten a buckle tongue with his teeth). You break you' teef on 'at ijfckle. Willie- - No I won't, either. 1 can crack nuts with my teeth. Genesis Yes, sun, you kin now. Ain't my teef. Bust 'em, you want !o. But you'll haf to hav gol' ones when you git ole as you' pappy. Willie He's not old; he's middle, aged. Genesis Well, suh, my pappy had Uiito I'hllluu fo' he wuz twenty he had two when ho wuz eighteen, Wllllo- Ho did! How old was he when ho had the first one? Genesis He wuz Just your age, Hu wuz seventeen. Willie lly George! (Walts for tho rorld to stop spinning.) By Gcorgo! Genesis I wuz do youngist ono bawn when ho wuz sixty-one. Willie What became of tho one that was born vhen he was seventeen? Genesis Well, suh, I nov' did know. Willie Was it a boy? Genesis Seem like it mus' been a hoy. Wllllo How old was he when he was married? Genes!') Him? Well, suh, dat 'pens. 1 reckon he was ma'led once Wllllo (Intensely Interested- Weir, I hnvc heard of people getting mar ried even youngor'n he was. You take India, for Instance. Why. they get married in India when they're twelve, mid oven sevrn nnd eight years old. Tor the matter of that, there was a young couple got married in I'ennsyl Tnnla the other day. The girl was only fifteen and the man was sixteen. Vo: a full beard and lies goin' to married this .car, before he's eighteen year.-! old. BUht up to alxiut n hun dred years ago there wore more pen- . pie man led at those aires thin thcic. were along about twenty-lour and j Iwenty-tlvo the way they are' now. l'or Instance, you take Shakespeare I mean ou take olden times. Hardly anybody got married after they were I nineteen or twenty yeari old, unless Uw "ere widowers, because they were , a'l married by that time. Then, there was a care I heard of over iu California-Genesis (utters loud chuckles) - Mr. Willie! When you begin to talk you ecrt'nly kin travel! Wllllo (obviously pleaded, cotmln c.ith his certain Importance. But his Interest in the topic Is by no mcuni oxhausted) Genesis do you remem ber when your father w.n married? How did he feel about it? Was he kinda nervous or anything like that beforehand? Genesis Some time b:: wuz end sometime ho wuzn't I guess I bet lah eo now you goin' to bed early? Willie I'm Just starting out! Genesis Well, iirll! Goo" night! Willie Guod night (Genesis having deposited tils pjlmieird tone) I think real love is sacred departs. Willie, left alone, removes the bathrobe nnd hangs It in tho closet lie Is in full evening dress. He takes a straw hat from the closet and also x bamboo walking stick; then goes to the mirror to inspect himself, .lane, als ten-year-old sister, api tats on the stairs In her nightie. Sho sees Wllllo llrst and falls lack into a stiateglc and protected position. Willie, un avare of Kate in the form of young siEters, poses magnificently, then goes out, swinging Ills cane with a smile of utter contentment.) Jane (peeps into the closet and then calls her mother) Mother! Mrs. Bjxtti Yes, dear. "(Enters.) Jane I'm ready. (Mrs. Baxter sits and Jane kneels before, racing through her prayers.) Now-I-lay-me-down-to-slcep - I - pray - tho - Lord - my -soul - to - keep - and - bless - papa -and - mamma - and - and - well, biers Willie. (That over, she continues cng eily) But 1 want to tell you some thing, mamma. It's about pupa's evc nin; elo'es. Wllllo's got 'cm on." (.lane proceeds to relate bow weary poor Mr. I'archer has become of his daughter's visitor, l.olo J'ratt, and of her court of lovesick I oys, especially Willie Baxter.) Jane And, mamma, Mr. P.uvher fhld since Miss Pratt c inio to tr.cre wnsn't anywheres he could sit j go: because of Wllllo Baxter and nil the tber nne:. He said he couldn't go unywhere around the place any more i without steppin' on the dog or Willie j liaxtcr. And, mamma, ho slid -ho' said, mamma, It w as getting on his I nerves, he simply couldn't stand that j damn boy. Mrs. Baxter -Jitfir! You muit,i't iay .such things! June I didn't, mamma. Mr. P.ircher said It. How can 1 tell yon what he . sale' unless I say d (Mrs Baxter chokes off tho word,) Oh, I know I'll say "word" instead. Won't that be al'. right? Mrs. Baxter 1 I suppose so. Jane Well, Mr. I'archer said he couldn't stand that "word" boy. He Mild when ho was young he wasn't such a "word," "word" fool as thrse c.iing "word" fools were. He said iu all his l.orn days Willie Baxter was the "wordest" fool ho over saw. In the meantime Willie has ere atcd a sensation by bis appearance ,i. ......... ... . .. .. eeiilng dress; and under Mr. I'ar- ctier's llbrtry window has engaged the fall Miss Pratt In n conversation upon the. tender topic of love.) Willie What do you think nliout actors and actresses making love to each other on the stnge? Do you think they have to reully feel It, or do they Just pretend? Lola Well, sometimes ono way sometimes the other, WlUle Yes, but how can they lire tend like th.U? Don't you think love Is a sncred thing. Cousin Lola? (in tho deepest tone of which his vocal cords nrc capable). Don't you think love Is sacred? Lola Ess! WlUle-1 do! I think love Is the most sacred thing there Is. I don't mean some kinds of love. 1 mean real love. You tako Borne people, I don't believe they ever know what real love means. They talk about It, maybe, but they don't understand it. Love is WILLIE (GREGORY KELLY) " BORROWS" FATHER BAXTER'S OLD DRE5"J" SUIT , CANE and HAT -to CALL UPON tASS PRATT Bf a MAN of ihe WORLD something nobody ran understand un less they feel It. Don't ou think so'.' l.ola Kss! Willie Love !ove Is something no body can ever have but one time in their lives, and If they don't have It then, why pcTib'ly they never will. Now, if a man really hives a girl, why he'd do anything In the world she wanted him to. Don't you think so? I.ola Kss, Mediums! Willie- Hut If he didn't then he wouldn't. But when a man really lines a girl be will. Now, you tak'--o. man like that and he can generally do Just about anything the girl he loves wants him to. Say, f 'Instance, say she wants him to love her even more than he does already or almost ati thing like that and sijpiosin' she aks him to. Well, ho would go ah-ad and Co it. If they really love each other ho would! (Pauses in a low - I dot 't you? I.ola Ms ' Willie Don't you think love Is the most sacred thine there that is, If It's teal lne? i Within the library wretched man wtIIIict and mutters "word," "word." word"!) I.ola- Ess. Willie -1 do! I - I'm glad you feel llke-hiit, because I think real love Is the kind nobody could havu but Just onco in their lives, but If It isn't real love, why why, most people never havott at all, because (be seeks for tin exact phrase to express his meaning)--because the real love a man feels for a girl, and a girl for a man, if they really love each other, and you look at a case like that, of course they would both love each other, or It wouldn't be real love, well. It's sa cied, iv.i't it? TMr. I'archer mutters between clinched teeth, "Word," "word," "word" ! ) , Iila Ess' Ess. 'deedums! j WlUle How- -how do you- how do i you think of me when I'm not with 'you? Lola Think nice-cums. I'loplt and ; me think niie-cunis! Willie- N", I mean what name do you have for ine when you're when you're thinking about me? (Miss Pratt is puzzled, perhaps Justifiably, and mokes a cooing sound of interro- gntion.) I mean like this: K'liistiince, when you llrst came I always thought of you as "Milady!'' I wrote a poem about It. I.ola "o, a poem for me! P'cas-e read It ' P'rnse rend it ' Willie Well I have an old copy of ill - I Just dashed It off. '-"I" Oo, ickle boy Baxter Is a oet! Bead it! Bead it! Willie (lakes out a carefully rolled fair copy of his lytic tied with a red ribbon and reads) ".Milady." I do not know her name, Though It would be the same, Where roses bloom nt twilight, And tho lark takes his flight; It would bo the same anywhere, Where music sounds In the air; I was never introduced to the lady. So I could not call her Lass or Sadie, So I will mil her Mlhulv ! By the sands of the sea She will always be !'l'lf,t Milady to mo. ' ftMlll..... U..I.. William Sylvanus Baxter, Eso. July 1 1. Lola Boofums! Ickle boy Baxter give Lola a copy of pltty poem? Willie You can have this, Lola Oo, thank you "Milady" Boofums! i ' Willie But now I don't call you that any more. Now I think of you by another name when I'm alone. It -It Just sort of canio to me, I was kind of Just standing up this evening and I didn't know I w.tj thinking about any thing nt all very much, and then all of a sudden 1 said It to myself nut loud. It was about as strange a thing as I rer knew of! Don't you thinly so? Lola -Ess, It uz dest wienl! What are dat pltty name? Willie (tensely)--! called you I called you "My Baby Talk Lady!" (Bang! They are startled by a crash from within the library. A heavy weight seems to have fallen or to havu been hurled a considerable distance. Stepping to I'm win 'ow Willie beholds a large volume lying in a distorted attitude at the foot of the wall opposite to that iu which the reading lamp Is a flx'.uri). But of all human life tho room is empty, for Mr. I'archer has given up anil Is now has tening to his bod in the last faint hope of saving his reason. Doors are heard crashing a he goes from room to room. WlUle picks up the book and remarks casually. "Somebody must have thrown It at a bug or something, i 1 guess.") I (May I'archer, Johnnie Wnton nnd j Joe Bullitt have appeared Joe crosses I ardently to Lola.) Joe -'Lo, Lola Lola Oh, goody-cute. Here's big Bruva .losli-.loe. Stroke big dosie Jno'.i pink teeks, daiiln' I'loplt! (.lo-sie-.loe's pink cheeks are indicated by the expression "pink teeks" evident), J lor iter accompati tug action is to pass I'lopit's paw UMitly nvr those glow .mr sin faces). t's nice Stroke him gt ntly. .p'eshus l'lopit, an' nen we'll coax him to make pitty slngiu' for us like us d d ycstlduy. ( our him to make pltty slngin! I lore his voice I'm dest i rum oer It. Isn't no? i William's passion for Mr. Bullitt's voi'-e appears to be undec uintrol. He krighs coldly, almost har.-bly. Willie -Hun sins'.' His he been tryin' to sing around here' I wonder the family didn't call for tho police! Joe -Well, they will if ou ever spring one of your solos on 'em. (Turn ing to Miss Pratt, he laughs loudly and bitterly.) You ought to hear Sil ly Bill sing (Miss Pratt does have that oppor tunity not long after -also poor Mr. I'archer, who Jumps up h.i.-tilv anil i closes his window. l'or Willie and Johnnie, though sent homo early by May, according to a pionilse exacted by suffering En t her P.ucher, leturn almost Instantly equipped with tiLu leh. and guitar t. serenade their lady love.) Willie- Walt iiu'.;i ill.';, 're upstairs before we bcg.n. Johnnie Let's sing Farewell" tlr.st; then some words tome on up now you do it. more than I haxe. Willie - Wlmtil wo "Oh, Genevieve, sweet "The Soldier's we'll miiko up let's make 'em You've written s.ng em Genevieve" to? (tiying It.) ; "oh, Lola Pratt, sweet l.olo I'ritt. 'M w mulct what d.nl.i da dodat " ' (Trie,. It again.) "Oh, Lola Pratt, Sweet I.ola Pratt, I "I wonder wha't - I Johnnie (finishes it) "You're look- Ine at!" Willie No, they don't siy "look- i lug' In poctiy. alley say "gazing." That's it; "oh, Lola Pratt, Sweet I.ola Piatt. "I wonder what you're gazing at - " and then we inn repeat It, and we'll mix It up like a medley, is the light !r. their room? Johnnie Not e( -and Mr. I'ar cher' window shut tight! Willie- Isn't that Just like him to get i old In July? (Taking from his poi ki t a bn-.) llae ii smoke? Johnnie Not to-night. What have you got tlieic? Willie- i Hi, line cubebs. Johnnie- I won't smoke before sing ing. Willie (who smokes only to be Im pressive) I don't believe I will, either. Say, Johnnie, have you ecr thought of getting quarried? Johnnie Sure! Wllllo I think it's flue to get mar ried young, Genesis's father had three children when he was eighteen. Johnnie (Interested)- -How many did ho have nt seventeen'.' Willie-One- - And Genesis's father wasn't scared when ho was married. ' Genesis said. Is their light on yet? Johnnie Yes, there It goes, Now -iil! right the one we made up' (They 'slug repeatedly the Inspired words, l'ilnt applause and giggles spur them jlo morn repetitions, Finally, to the relief of poor Mr. I'archer, they tune up on "Good Night, Ladles!" ami per force must leave the enchanted ' spot from which they can see the window of their beloved.) . t'OMMKNOINd TO.DAYWKHSK I.AHKY I'lVMOttU MARK TWAIN'S huciT& tw In a rAIV..VOI'.Vr I'it-ti rc of That Nairn Willi JACK P I C K F 0 R D sawyer!" THE RIVOLI ORCHESTRA Pi (Ill'CiO KIKfcKMT.I.D nt Krno llaper C'nndurtlnf.) THE RIVOLI CHORUS Anil n rrfwam of musical snd rl "Inrll 'BH..! mens mm iw iurm.il iiiumc iiir Doors Open Hi 1 p, It!. TIMES im. Direction roMMV.NCI.VH TO-DAY DIA GEORGE BEBAN A I'AUAMIH'NT I'le'iire Written nml Directed li Vtll.l.ltM ('. lie MII.IX "Our e..r hni.i. 5f:(.vVir urj i,r itrts I THE RIALTO ORCHESTRA (IIL'UO niKSKXKKM) snit Nnt W. Flmtnn rondurtlng.i THE RIALTO CHORUS And the rtalirrntely prieiited proiram or musical iiumliorj an 1 plctnrhl noicltlei on which Tlit lllalto hulll In reputnlon. Uonr Oin at 1 p.m. -The Show of a Thousand Wonders TONIGHT Unx OfVe otns .( No Ml YEAR S EIGGEST CONCERT MARY GARDEN FRED STONE K V A (1AI; I'lllUl. Ii ultKM'K MAi-IlKTll I IK.I'T II l ' llll. I 1 .M - n.xr Ni'.w xih: CHICAGO OPERA ORCHESTRA niAM'Ksc i'kuai.tx iu;sii:r. OKi'itnm: pnium: mi:m:htti: Army Feature, Nay Drills; Mrrsed Dane! cf the U. S. Fleet. LIEUT. JOHN PHILIP SOUSA, U. S. N. R. F. Aililie.s lion M.MtiiN W I.ITTI.KTIIN I'ni.-rin st,,i;,, V"JVr,K NEXT SUNDAY NIGHT. MAR. 10. N. Y. ATHLETIC CLUB ARMY AND NAVY ATHLETIC FUND BENE, IT ALL STAR CONCERT Mat. Daily at I :5, 50, 75c 2.CC0 CHOICE SEATS, 50c. I'.Mrnt fat. anil lliillilai. Ifcv m3'F KEITr1-5 i BROADWAY i t I. it. lli.M I HIS M .Nil HMHIilDUINTDK I 1 XK Slliili-Sl ( KsSI-'l I. AM) SI l'Kt(.i:s VliON M. SINdl.Mi ST A It CYCLONIC EVA TANGUAY THK wiiiii.D's iii:kti;st ri'cr.vnsir 'om;i)ik.:t F.NCAllKMK.VT KXTK Al lit 111 N. I! V I'DIISM'M l 1, ST r.V. BESSIE CLAYTON nlih l'ISI.K. Mi TI'H "l.tntVI! o Mf.AUs i vitMKM IT1, iTHNtMllV, ami 1-12 MOSCONI BROS. In . i:iiKKl.Y .Si: I'lilltii; MtK KVII! nilK.I) TTIt "''l GEp. WHITING & sadie BuRT sONtis ll!S APIIIII) TTIt M'THlN A TUMlfti' i'oTlli: SIMIMT IIP Till' I HI.M II "THE WEAKER ONE" N lii In (In.. VI h r.Tlll'.l IYV li'.KW Kit III' I'nl I'.XTIt li'.ATl UK WALTER BROWER TIIK .Mil l. .ll'.sTKIt i.xiitv vrri: ction MORIW SISTERS ix a v itiim ni nM r EVEREST'S NOVELTY CIRCUS. vn ur n nt! lltSliM.Tt i oil DIN II V sllKD sM. Ml I N't i its v no s Till GRACE LA RUE stM.IM, NKW l'!!0 ItWIMK Of M ITItlt s; .i' Hs HR COUNTRY I Every American Woman l Evcrv V Will Want To See This Play llrrnlil ili.ise. ih'-ers itinl slirH, of ilcllnht llive eno-ik'h In llll the .Mrlropiill'.lll Oper.i llous". i:u-. I'ii'I f nil I tin ar .lns ms-m lien' II is the most Mill He. Hie ini-l lull His' lii.il, anil, for lliese who sis- ile.irly Hi" f.,11 fene el lis mi-.. Mi:e the HH-.I e.'ii III fir ni i;reii"lt l Ii lie- lliiikll's (lie T l Tr- nt f r Hi" ) ! " 1 si ii'M I re.iMlfi' Isl NAZI MO VA in "REVELATION" U. LOEW THEATRES HKfilNMMi MONDAY. MWU'll i. in addition In usual lili: nlio. lib TfWV cpn IVI1 I wfMtsl Tils Ills feitures (resente! with Hie tippcti! (.eenery, muni i;ir mum M niito I. lirsl Do I.uxo Performance at 3 SQUAR E S.L.ROTHAPFEL .!i:ssK I,. ?,SKY I'wwan in "ONE MORE AMERICAN" t.iirr car tuft the pfas'ir" hi wwn'lnc - S. I.. Ilolhanfrl. l'lrt Be l.tue IVrfi.r.innee at 2:15 HIPPODROME AT S:1S. SPECIAL M:uui,eiiieii! i! Mil. lis 1)11 I.INCIIAM r. I i:iii i vutv ARMY - NAVY NIGHT usi.i.e. iteii iii' ii.. !! ni or : hOUDINI si .ni wi: Hlt'l'oDiiii.Mi. 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