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cies point to 6 o'clock, baldhead
will raise his eyes. Then let him
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NEW YORK LETTER
New York, -Feb. 1. Marcus
Loew, one of New York's richest
theatrical men, who has vaude
ville and picture houses all over
the city, was born in the "old
eleventh ward, away down on the
Within the past year he has
built an $800,000 'theater on the
very site of his birthplace, at
Fifth street and Avenue B. It is
of white marble; the decorations
and furnishing are rich and beau
tiful. It is a theater that would
grace a Fifth avenue location and
charm a Fifth avenue audience.
Looming up amidst the tene
ments and saloons of lower New
York's foreign quarter, it is a
striking monument to a man's
love for the people and the sur
roundings of his early days.
Many other men have risen to
distinction from the "old elev
enth" lawyers, judges, politi
cians, doctors, merchants. Loew
invited them all to attend the
opening night performance of
the new theater, and celebrate
They came, with many others
of the "old eleventh," who have
not risen to fame and honor.
Also there came suadry denizens
of the new eleventh, which in its
latter and degenerate days ha;
come to be the stamping ground
of some of New York's most ne
And so the celebration was
somewhat marred. The opening
performance went with a whirl,
and there were loud and repeated T
cheers for Marcus Loew. But
after the shouting and the tumult
had died, Mr. Loew discovered
that a valuable jeweled stickpin
was missing from his scarf. Jos
eph Schenck, his business repre
sentative, mourned a wallet con
taining $40. The house manager
had lost his watch.
Justice Giegerich, of the su
preme bench, an "old eleventh"
boy, who-had greatly enjoyed the
proceedings, suffered the loss of
a pocketbook that had $81 in it.
And the police captain, also a fa
vorite son of the "old eleventh,"
suffered the extreme annoyance
of having his gold badge swiped
from an inner pocket of his citi
After these disclosures had
been made, Mr. Loew said he
was glad he had built the theater
large and heavy. He does not be
lieve the present inhabitants of
the "old eleventh" will be able to
"There's no danger," said the f
doctor. "It's only a carbuncle
coming on the back of'your neck.
But you must keep an eye on it."
The Small Boy Half a pound
o' yeller soap, please, and muvver
says Will you please wrap it up in- .
a gooa love story.
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