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    THE J3EE: OMAHA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1912.
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Married Life the Third Year
Warren Takes Helen to a London Vaudeville-'4 Two
' Show-a-Night" House.
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.
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"How about a vaudeville show?" asked
Warren, selecting an English walnut from
the plate of fruit and nuts the waiter
had Just brought on.
"Why, dear, Isn't
It too late It's al
most nine? We've
lingered over dinner
80." ,
: "That's all right
1 we'll go to one of
the two - show - a
. nleht houses."
two snows a
inlght?" repeated
Helen. - , ,
' : "Ves, the , i first
(how starts at C
j and the second at
I at- 9. Don't, have
:thera In New York
but they're popuar
enough here." t
','But 8 is such a
curious hour. Who'd 11
go to the theater then?"
. ,"Oh, Jt works very well here in London.
A lot of English people don't have dinner.
They lfave tea, go to the first show,, and
get homeJn time for supper uere, tnat,
Isn't, the .way to crack a Brazil, nut
give It to me," .
"And are' both shows the same?", hand-
JUS W nub viavnct.
: ; "Same bill. Have the best artists too,
and it s cut the admission about hair.
We'll go to the- Palladium that's one, of
the jiewhptwei.'''---.'-It
was just' a few minutes bf-S when
they left the bua.in front ot the theater
with 'The PalladlunV'in-big electric let
ters.' ' . -4 J ....
. The street was. .crowded. .Feop.)e from
the ; flrst performance,- were , coming out
of an alley at the side, and In front was
& long line for the second show. sir.
,f "Do you suppose we can get seats?"'
asked Helen .anxiously. . " v
' "Oh, yes, tills crowd! s, "waiting for the
Cheaper seats-rplt and circle." '
'.. Warren, pushed his way through to the
box office, pausing to glance at the
.itunw usi oi prices;
, - ' " a d
Boxes , 15 ,
imperial rauieuiis a
Fauteuils i II '
Imperial Grand Circle 2 6
Grand Circle 1 (I ,
'. Stalls m.-.i 1
Circle 6 .
All bookable In advance, 64 "
. extra. .,' ' ,
"Two imperial fauteuils," demanded
Warren at the window.
J- They ; entered : the already darkened
house and were led down to their seats
py a young woman usher,
i "Why, Warren, these are orchestra
eats!" as the young woman turned down
two seats in the fourth row from the
front. "What did you ask for?"
"This Is rlght-they call them "Fau
teuils." , .
Helen had only a few moments before
the curtain rose to glance about. It
wa a large house, richly decorated.
There were many more boxes and their
arrangement was somewhat different
from the American theaters. But the
most distinctive note was the number of
Women In evening dress.
"You wouldn't think they'd dress for
vaudeville," whispered Helen.
; "They dress for. everything in London;
besides, this is a pretty good house.
Look at that orchestra they've at least
twenty pieces. ' You wouldn't get that In
any New York vaudeville."
- "Program, sir?"
Helen turned to see another young
woman-with an armful i of programs.
Warren reached Into his 'pocket with a
fcrlef: -
"How much?" "
"Thrlpence, sir." . ' '
,"Oh, do they charge for programs?"
whispered Helen. . .' ,
"Charge for everything Jn London. But
they don't charge . much-ao, after' all,
they don't soalc you' as they'do In New
York." - : , ... :
Here the curtain rose. on. N,0, 2. tha first
number being the overture. "Mclntyre
und Randall, champion roller skaters of
the world," read' the (irinouncement on
the program. '
Helen was : plainly disappointed. She
had expected something exceptional. Very
much better than the vaudeville at home.
But roller skating teemed to her a very
cheap-and ordinary attraction. So dur
ing this act she found the' -house 'much
more Interesting to study .than the two
men In . blue satin i who . were tearing
round the stage.
The next was Elsie Taylor, the Scotch
comedienne and dancer. While she had
a rather winning personality, Helen
thought that number was most ordinary.
"Oh.-they always put on some light
weights at the beginning," explained,
Warren. "They'll have one or two top
ltners later on. Let's see," turning to
hl program, "Wllkie Bard he's one of
tha big fellows and George Robey.
They're about the best paid men In
vaudeville. And Daisy Dormer's here,
too she's not bad." ,
There was evidently a change in thfe
numbers, for George Robey was put on
sixth instead of ninth. He was greeted
with vigorous applause. If Helen had
been bored by the first few numbers, sht
as keenly appreciative now.
"He's going to Impersonate an old
charwoman,'' whispered Warren. ' "He'll
be great In that." "
He wore a faded calico dress, torn,
bedraggled and pinned up in the back
with half ' a dosen safety pins. The
coarse, reddish ' hair was screwed Into
a tight knot. The hands and arms were
red and freckled typical charwoman's
hands.
It was not the make-up, but the por
trayal of the old . woman that was so
wonderful. Only an artist could, have
given such a characterization. It waa
not a vaudeville actor "doing a turn"
that , stood before 'them,', but a real
maudlin Irish scrubwoman, who had
taken a "drop too' much."
Realism in any . form always appeals
to Helen, and when George Robey left
the stage she Joined In the wild applause.
"Oh, Warren, he's wonderful!" .
"Thought you'd like him. Yes. he's an
artist a great artist. None of the others
can touch him In these old-home stuntaV
"Butf why hasn't he been to New York?
I've never seen him advertised."
"No: he's never been over. They've
offered him a lot of money, but for some
reason they can't get him."
The next No. 6 was "La Belle Mala-
guenlta, the Incomparable Spanish dan
cer," whom Helen watched with only
mild Interest as she whirled about in her
black and red spangled skirts.
And then' came "Baker and Reves,
American clog" dancers." Helen thought
this even cheaper than the roller skate
act-
"Yes, that's curious," admitted War
ren. "Clog dancers couldn't, get J10 a
week at home wouldn't have them on
the bill. But they seem to go here all
right. Eleven," as the attendant changed
the number, "that't Daisy Dormer she's
rather good." f
And she was good. Her personality and
her song with its swinging rhythm were
irresistible. ' ' .
"She always has a song with a fetchy
air," murmured Warren. "Look, she's
trying to get the house with her. And
she'll get them, too."
"How do you mean, dear?"
But the answer was unnecessary, for
now the house took up the rollicking
chorus, and Daisy Dormer's face was
radiant as she waltzed back and forth,
swaying her arms and body to the
rhythm, her own voice drowned whllf the
house sang on.
"That's what she was after," laughed
Warren, "what they all try' for over here.
If a singer can only get the house going,
that's all she wants."
Helen had always thought the English
cold, stolid and unemotional. But now at
she glanced around the crowded house
and saw them singing with such abandon
and enjoyment, she realized that she had
been wrong. ' .
As they cheered again and again and
brought Daisy Dormer back for the
third time, so . they might once more
sing the tuneful chorus,' Helen knew
that this was an enthusiasm to which
few American audiences would rise.
'Until now she had seen the Ehgtlsl
people mostly in shops, where they were
In the position of wanting to sell her
something, and somehow she I had
thought of them more or less at for
eigners. But tonight she felt she had
been brought very close to them.
.And these were not society people or
poseurs in ' any way, but simply the
great reputable' m'.ddle class out for an
evening's amusement. ' And r somehow
In their unchecked enthusiasm they
seemed much more human and whole
some than the blase American theater
goers. "Dear, I do like the, English people,"
whispered Helen - Impulsively, as the
final curtain went down and the or
chestra struck up "God Save the King."
"Course you do. " Hard to get ac
quainted with, ' but when ' you get to
know them, they're all right"
OfiiJ A&AR 5AYS-N eve RTETU. A TCMREfRANCf
ADVOCATE TUftT HE S A COCCr
LITTLE WIIU WAS OUT FOR
BIRDS EjJ S. LITTLE WILLIE
CLIMBED ATT?EE. LITTLE
WILLIE REACHED A BiRPS
NEST. WHAT DID LITTLE
WILLIE SEC HE SAWA LITTLE
BovvN'f NCST WITH
N0THIN6 IM IT "BUT A NOTt
AND WHeN HE OPENEtl UP
THE PAPER THIS IS WHAT
HE FOUND THEY WROTE.
"IP TUB LIGHT WAS OUT
AND THE HIT RflNONTHfi
ROCKS AND WAS WftLCKED
WOULDN'T THAT BEACON
EgUflBSP SHAME;
STAND BACK BOYS!
GIVE'EITAIR
HALT.'
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TA-RA-ftA-RA
RUruS-MISTAH "TOWN son, ah
TWMK THATS AVERY SENSIBLE
IDCAH SOME PEOPLE, HAVE OF
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bE TREES IN DE HOT WEATHER.
INTERLOCUTOR-YES INDEED BUT
WE CANT ALL VERY WELL "DO
THAT IN THE CITY
RUFUS-NO SlH. BUT DE IDEAH
AINT NEW. I BELIEVE IT DATES
teAC TO DE OLD COLONIAL
DAYS. GEORGE WASHINGTON
STARTED IT WHEN HE TOOK
A CHOP AT DE CHERRY TREE.
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A Drama Amid Settings 1,400 Years Old
The Open-Air Theater of the Ancient City of Carcassonne and What it B ecalls.
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PLATINO "THE CID" IN THE ANTIQUE CITY.
By GARRETT P . 8ERVIS3.
There Is one feature of life in old
Europe for which we have no exact equiv
alent In new America, and that Is the
fetes (a fete means a "feast" or a cele
bration) that are annually given in many
ancient towns and cities. They not only
serve to arouse and prepetuate local, and
national pride and patriotism, but they
are the delight of art'sts and of all per
sons who have either a taste for the pic
turesque or an appreciation of the scenes
of a past age when they are vividly
brought before the eye. -
Possibly our continent Is now old
enough, inasmuch as - several hundred
years have elapsed since white men first
began in do things within Its borders,"
to have something of this kind to recall
Its former days, but among us the spirit
that inspires fetes is yet generally lack
ing. Perhaps a thousand years from now
there will be splendid fetes In New Tork,
having some of the ruins of its sky
scrapers for a background , and serving
to recall to the men and women of that
time what life was on this continent In
the days when the first feeble attempts
a aerial navigation were looitea upon
as modern miracles.
But I have no Intention to discourse on
the general subject of fetes; I wish
simply to call attention to a very re
markable example of this kind of cele
bration wh.ch has recently occurred in
the old city of Carcassonne, In southern
France. If you ever go to Europe you
must try to see Carcassonne. There
a modern town, and an ancient one, side
by side, and it Is only the ancient one
that has much Interest for the traveler.
But Its Interest Is supreme. It stands on
a little hill and it looks-but I can hardly
tell you how it looks, for, . unless yon
have seen something of the kind, you
can have no means of making a compari
son. For one thing. It looks as old as
the rocks and hills, and as deserted as
a1 wilderness. And yet. It Is a whole
and complete city, with its walls, towers,
bouses, churches, streets, ' battlements
and dungeons existing as in their pristine
time, and Dimply lucking Its Inhabitants.
Noboly lives In it except caretakers and
watchmen, ,
Suppose that the city of Albany should
be deserted by Its inhabitants; then let
oentury after century pass over It, leav
ings its great capttol and Its other build
ings standing Intact; 'finally Imagine
yourself visiting it and finding It in the
same conditlon.'a thousand years or more
later, and you will have In your mind
some idea of the appearance of Carcas
sonne. Only, Albany Is not a fighting
city except for ' politicians and it has
no stout walls to resist besiegers, no gates
with portcullises, no loopholes through
which to shoot with cross-bows, harque
buaaes, or musketoons, no donjons, no,
barbicans, and no torture ' chambers.
Carcassonne was a fighting city for 1,600
years battling against Visigoths, Sara
cens and enemies of every kind and It
has kept all these things, except the peo
ple who used them. They hare vanished,
leaving their city In a state of preserva
tion more complete than that of a speci
men In a museum. It Is the mummy of
a medieval city and the most perfect
thing of its kind in the world.
In this antique city, which they have
taken the utmost pains to keep Intact,
repairing where necessary the ravages of
time,- the French this summer have
celebrated a fete than which nothing
of the sort could be more interesting.
Inside the deserted city, with its walls
and towers for a background (as you
see In the photograph,) in the open air,
on a stage resembling a parterre In front
of a castle, and with a great audience
seated under the sky, they gave repre
sentations, by famous aotors and actresses
of classic French dramas, recall ng the
manners, costumes and scenes of the
olden ages. It was an exhibition of the
French sense of the harmony of things,
which we do not possess as perfectly as
they do.
One of the plays presented on this re
markable stage was "The Cld," of the
celebrated dramatist Cornllle. 'The Cld"'
Is a drama of the heroic days of Spanish
chivalry, which brings before our eyes, in
a most realistic form, the people, the
Ideas and the doings of an age which
has not ceased to be interesting because
It la past
But on this occasion the representation
derived a thrilling Interest from the fact
that the vanished Inhabitants of Carcas
sonne, who once dwelt on this spot, who
walked through these streets.who manned
theso walls, and kept watch from these
towers when an enemy's army was seen
approaching with its battering rams, Its
catapults, or Its culvertns, and its armot
glittering in the southern sunshine that
these people would have felt perfectly at
home amid such scenes as the actors were
representing. More than one Imaginative
spectator half expected to see watching
faces, armed men. women In strange
costumes, looking, down, from the old
walls at the sight of the revival, on their
own ground, of the scenes and deeds of
their day. One commentator remarks
that the'r ghosts must surely have been
there!
There is a lesson for us in this. Be-,
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Living with Wife's "Folks"
By WINIFRED BLACK,
Dear Madam-Married eight years ago.
I committed the error of yielding to my
wife's pleading that she did not want to
leave her mother, Inasmuch as a sick
father needed con- ' .
stent attention, Fi
nancial reasons
were not In ques
tion, as her parents
were comfortably
situated.
Now, though my
wife is a good wo
man, she does not
realise that she is
married. It Is
mother first, child
next, then her
brothers, and after
that what affection
may be left her
husband la kindly
welcomed to.
The question Is. must I wait for happi
ness, must I continue to endure thes
Intolerable conditions? Tours, sincerely,
I H. B New York City.
Yes, my poor friend, I am afraid you
did, Indeed, commit an error when you
consented to live with "her folks." ut
you did It, and now you are paying fot
It as we usually pay for all euch error
. Haven't you paid about long enough T 1
should think you had. Why don t you ask
for a receipted Mil and quit?
How? Well, that Isn't so easy to sayj
but there's a way eome way, somehow,
What ie your business? . Are you sc
situated that you can't get work In some
other town? Why don't you try It ana
ii
its?
New York Isn't the only .place on th
globe. Leave New York-that's the on
thing on earth for you to do-end get
employment somewhere else.
Where? Anywhere away from "her
folka"
Just announce quite calmly, that you
have found a position in another towiy
pack your own trunk, tell your wife to !
pack hers and go. 1 if--
What if she won't go? :
Oh. she'll go all right when she sees
that you've decided to be a mar at hurt,'
Instead of a poor henpecked nobody. ' ,
But If she doesn't go, why you go any
way. She'll eome trailing along after
you In less than three months.
Mother may weep, sister may wall and
brother will probably have a lot to say;
but when you are gone and there is rtq
one to pay your wife's llli things will
look different, very different. See If theyi'
don't
Mother will begin to see straight the
first time the loeman comes for his
money. And you'll get a lettera sorry,
sad, "well, if I have to, I will" letter,
Then you look around for a flat r
house-a house tf you can, a little house
with a yard where son ean play. Have
the house little, not a spare room In It
and before you have had time to get
really lonely your wife and your son Will
be at the door, . ;
It won't be so pleasant at homee with
"the folks" when your wife Is a poor
relation. She won't have half so much
fun laughing at you when she's living on
nome one else. She'll come to you soon 1
enough-straight home and be glad to
get there. And then you keep her and
little son. and by the time snow falls
you'll be happy, as you'll never be In the
world if you stay there with "her folks,"'
a butt and a byword among them.
You have the law on your side, yrfU
knew. Your wife will have to go, with
you or give up her right to your sup
iort '.;:'
Come, you're a man, not a boy; a
human being, not a pack horse. Meet
this situation like a 'man, calmly, with
dignity and with' decision. ' Now ie the
time to act Act how and get some chanca
at hapjilnees before It Is too late. '
f Universal Peace
every nation In,
, By ELBERT Hl'BBARD.
Copyright 1912, International News Service,
It Is quite within the range of poaai- telephones, the telegraph, quick trans
bllltios that Emperor William of uer
many will vlalt flan Francisco In 1915.
The emperor bus expressed great In
terest In the proposed universal peace
congress. The Idea now of the fourteen
great powers that control the world get
ting Wether on the peace basis Is no
longer an Idle dreain. (
If the emperor makes the trip, he will
come on his own yacht by way of
Panama, convoyed by an American and
a German man-of-war.
The presence of the emperor IB Ban
Francisco will be the greatest influence
for peace and a mutual' understanding
among the nations that has ever occurred
In hirtory. V
The individual ' power of Emperor
William is greater than that of any other
ruler. Not only does he occupy a very
great office, but he Is a great individual.
Time has tempered him, and If through
hi Initiative universal peace could be
established through International dis
armament, it would put him absolutely
first among all the kings and emperors
who have ever lived since time began.
And It Is interesting to know .that the
emperor himself realises the fact.
It is now generally conceded that w
have gotten out of the struggle, of war
all that there Is to be attained. ;
We have reached not only the j?olnt
of diminishing returns, ' but we have
reached the point where there Is abso
lutely no return at all.
Armies are a terrible "over-head" tax.
Soldiering In the year 1912 stands for
consumption, woe, want, poverty, disease,
Inefficiency and Incompetence.
That the resources of the world should
be used for purposes of destruction, and
that vast numbers of men should be kept
constantly under arms, Is a crying evil.
Five million men In the world-the very
pick and flower of manhood are engaged
In the nonproductive business of drilling
and training to destroy what other men
have by labor produced.
Doubtless when pirates roamed abroad
throurh the land, and every nation waa
secretly plotting the undoing of Its nelfh
bors, the indlvldualguccess of a nation
demanded a big army.
Now the world is getting together. The
cause our past Is relatively brief, and
our progress bewlldetingly rapid, we art
apt to think too little of bygone times.
We have no Carcassonne, but we havt
glorious 'memories of a great past, and
wo ought to cultivate them more. ..
portation, is putting
touch with all other. ,
The nations are now ruled by bankers,
not by warriors. v ,.
The economist, not the strategist, Is
supreme. ....-
Adding machines and cash registers are
our weapon,' : ;''; '
The ' typewriter Is greater than tho '
sword. ."';'.
The growing Intelligence of ; the time
has shown us that we ean only thrive
aa other people thrive. ,
The idea of one nation thriving by ex
plottatlon, annexation and destruction i
obsolete. ;j
Nations, like individuals, are today held
In plaoe by public opinion. ,
No nation can afford to fly In the face
of Ideals that are held and fostered , by:
other nations: .
Publicity is the great disinfectant ;
So thoroughly is this understood todar
that kings have their publicity bureau..
They not only1 know what other nations
are doing and saying, but their endeavor ,
Is to put themselves In the best light rtr -the
world's assize. '
W are ruled by public sentiment and
as no individual can succeed in an enter
prise wUh- publlo sentiment agalnst,;hij&?
so no nation can hope to achieve sup-i?
cess, and prospijrlty unless It la, tnQ.vif!
In accordance with the beet IdeasVof 'tfttf
best" people'of 'ali' other nations. ' ',',
Even successful war f; form ot tdTi'
feat , It look's as If the year .1915 will
th, year' of peace: Let It, take It piajcA;
with the immortal dates, 1493 and'l7T8r"
. Advice, With a Strlnar to It. -g
Two young men.' of, short ,.acquai?
tance, were talking together wha
George, tha older of the two, became
suddenly very confidential.
"I am much bothered," he said.' "I
can marry a wealthy widow whom -I
don't love or a poor girl that I do love
Intensely. What shall I dor -'
"Listen to your heart" advised hts
companion, "and marry the one you
love." - V
"You are right, my friend.. shall
marry the girl." - - . !
"Then can you give me tha, widow's
address?" Judge, ,v . .- .
' - -'i.'s.
Woman's Sad lot. . -' '
'Weren't you awfully shockeif " whe .
you heard that Mrs. Spocxum had begrvln
suit tor a tnvorce : . r . . . ,
"Not a bit. Why should I have been?"
"Well, It seems such a pity on account -
of their children."
"Yes. It would be kind of unfortunate
If the court should decide to give then-.
to ner to laxe care oi. em a woman al
ways will have to assume ' that risk as
lonjtf as we have only man for judges."
Chicago Tribun-