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Show Cupid's Swift and Record-Breaking Raid Upon a Flock of Footliglit Hearts Tkat Seems to Prove Tkat Love May Be, After 'AIL a Microtis : ; and Severely "Catckmg i .'.'"".. WHAT Is Love? A very ancient question this and one that has been answered variously for many ages. Love, say the poetH, lb a fover; love is a madness. More than one, Shakespeare among thein, hz3 hinted that love la distinctly a malady and have described at length the symptology of It. Brooding over the majority of poetical poeti-cal descriptions of love and carefully noting Ub results as set down by the poets, the tboughiful reader, if he is not in love, is forced to conclude that there must he something some-thing pathological about the condiliou called "being in love." Fiction hints at the same thing. Nine out of ten heroines when the great moment cornea to them exclaim in various ways. "What Is the matter with me?" In shorter or longer limo they say to themselves, "Why. I'm in love!" Just as oue says, "Why. 1 have a cold!" Medh al science recog11I7.es a clear sot of J in ntoms accelerated or retarded pulse, disturbances of the vaso-motor nervous ner-vous sym eni and Hie digestion, melancholia, melan-cholia, nervous irritation, ecstasy, etc., etc. Psychology, in describing propinquity as the eireaicst. factor in falling in love, puts t!u eom'.itiou on a par with that of fcaciliic Invasions. Pes. Ho tiie academic quality of these obseiallicin this is not an essay upon love. They two pet .forward to show that there is ti phae of the most important of human ciuolion."! phenomena that has, arrested the at lection of science because of its pathological path-ological suggestion. And also because it provides a scientific explanation for the most curious outburst of love and marriage that actor-strike and prohibition-saddened Bread way has ever known. In less tlnui a week no less than eight knockouts for Cupid were registered atone theatre! The epidemic took iu not only the composer, but in a left-handed way the author of a certain musical comedy since closed by the actors' strike, and before it had run its course had even swept away brides and brand-new and supremely silly bridegrooms, had scarcely creaked out of her wharf, when the office boy, shifting his gum, remarked, "Jean Troupman to see you, sir." "Jean Troupman?" Mr. Cort engages many artists and artistes. He is one of those who "has a good memory for faces and a poor memory for names." The boy bad left the door slightly open. Mr. Cort caught sight of the fair-haired member of his chorus. "Come in, child," he called. "Anybody dead?" The second girl from the left, front, dabbed a bit of cambric upon her reddened eyes. "I wish there w ere. I wish I was dead. Honest I do, Mr. Cort." "Foolish. Have you had a row with your fellow?" "Worse than that. My mother-in-law boo! hoo! has taken my husband away from me." "Kidnapped him?" "Something like that. She and his father conspired against my happiness. He must leave me because his first duty is to his mother. He says his mother will die if he don't. And I'm going to sue them for half a million dollars. My lawyer calls it a conspiracy against my happiness. And I m so miserable I've got to leave the show." "Great Scott! Any relation to the man who won't protect Americans In Mexico?" '"He is the cousin o President Car-lanza." Car-lanza." Pretty Jean wiped her eyes and sat very straight in the chair ant! looked very resolute. res-olute. "Better not leave the show," began the impresario. ' But I can t work for a while. The doctor doc-tor says my nervous system has been shat- tered by my troubles." When Mrs. Carranza glided out of the office she had had her way. It is peculiar to persons m love. All mundane matters ft and Record-Breaking Raid x V-'Tv ck of Footliglit Hearts , . : , " is to .Prove Tkat Love ; vVV ' ; - , -i After 'AIL a MicroLe F ; f,-;; ;:. : i sverely "Catckmg r ' -H-'' ' V:. -V .7; 777,7 brides and brand-new and supremely silly ' ' , '- ' V v " '. '. 1 this bridegrooms, had scarcely creaked out of ; 1 t( ,., i " iswered ',cr wharf, when the office boy, shifting fi ' ' " ' - ''t , sav the nls sum, remarked, "Jeau Troupman to ; - . - - , , ' , . v ' ' 5 1 ! is. More see you, sir. ' f.-".H-"...',.-:-.j;v.. .-. -v,. . , m, hae "Jean Troupman?" Mr. Cort engages J - , , ady and many artists and artistes. He is one of t , f . t '' , , ' iptology those who "has a good memory for faces i a -. v , .t,. , , f poeti- ard a poor memory for names." The boy - ' "' I - ' ' v ' v - ' 5 Y noting had left the door slightly open. Mr. Cort " " i i ots the caught sight of the fair-haired member of ' '"'"Ox love, is his chorus. -f ' , - J t , X ie some- "Come m, child," he called. "Anybody ' 1 . V " '' ' ' ""''"' ' ' ts k DndiLioa dead?" i ' " v x ), , , ' ' Tiie second girl from the left, front, x - , . ? . V . v. Nine dabbed a bit of cambric upon her reddened - '"''', 'j ' -' . . I V ,k moment eyes. f " ' x , y ' , '.' s ways. "I wish there were. I wish I was dead. ' f ' ", t - vx ''A'' shorter Honest I do, Mr. Cort." . x r '( , ' ' V1 , i nGelves, "Foolish. Have you had a row with your ' , - t 4 , , , t r 1 ' .e says, fellow?" "'t j "- "-','; Xs& "Worse than that. My mother-in-law , . ( ',' t - 1 , ' 1 - f , ear sot boo! lloo! Iias taken y husband away ' , s , , $ f , 1 etarded tr:?e" ' i - w , , tor ner Kidnapped him? , i' .' f V v melan- "Something like that. She and his J ' 'V t ' - ) - " A ' , 1 X' itc etc father conspired against my happiness. He ',v' , r t ! nnqully must leave me because his first duty is to I ' ' ' x' , ' , , his mother. He says his mother will die !- r ? K "4 , . I W ' , " that of if he don't" A,ld Fm golng t0 sue them '' -.'"' "7 '!V ' f ' ' for half a million dollars. My lawyer calls , J ' J f these it a conspiracy against my happiness. And i ' i , , ' , ' ' A ' - v , ' I m so miserable I've got to leave the ym- . ''r' "T . Lhniern "Great Scott! Any relation to the man y&.W;.: h " f J . ,." A i, ,n-eed 0 won't protect Amei leans ,n Mexico?" ' V. " I ; , . J , ' ' ' . , - ts oath- "He 18 the cousm of President Car- &iM$ ' ' " 1 ' , -.Hrf" 1 foVS8the fretty Jean wiped her eyes and sat very &-&?V!t ' J' -x " " , ' iarriae straight in the chair an looked very res- jL,-Ai&fT: - J v , - , "i, ,." " t iddened "Better not leave the show," began the , ' ' : 1 X ' impresario. r-.;a!rsfor.i ' ' " s A 1 at one ' But I can t w 01k for a while. The doc- . f '.vV' " VJ '4 - i nt r.ni,7 tor say s my nei vous system has been shat- f " ' V ' - v - v ' ' - v- 1 ' , ' ' wav tl e tered by my tioubles" . f- ' . , v " , . , - ' Iv since hen Mis Carranza glided out of the : ' J - ' -'" s c - " 11 - eforeit oce she had had her way. It is peculiar V , - ' . - , Y lf wav to persons m love. All mundane matters L 1 ' t . 1 - , f1' - V . y " . 1 . K- - - ' x - -: ' ' g .1 . , ' , "p-..,..,..,,, J: - . , , " ' J C - f"' ' -."ivd, , 3 V4 "V i ' v : j 1 - v r ''vVv-j 7 f ' , V i - ' " . I 5 ; s . ' ' 1' 4 , , I 1 1 , ' J v ' , ? . "y v- ' - U 7 7 1 i 1 N , ' ',"'.'" f" ' ',,-, Margaret Curtis, Who De- tv. ' -i ' ' "I 'V ' t' , serted the Chorus to Wed j , ' , a Pittsburgh Lawyer. ' , i Marguerite Francesco, the Leading Woman, - , - - h ' ' ' , .' fnt-1a8n ar"8 or a Wash" Who Will Marry a Chicago Packer 1 ?xo: wee going to a beau- ? ':. . on Thanksgiving Day Miss Ruth Stem, a Patron, iifnl hotel built upon the meet- Who Fell in Love with and ',nS hne of the North and the 1 ' slip far into the back- I tugged him in here and Married the Song Barker, South, at Old Point Comfort." j. -v.. ground. Many of them there was anyone in the of- ; Harry Silverman. ou 11 run across Orlob fade from view in the nee." . , "Three in a wt v. a , 1 13 lf ,le can Eee any' far nernective It is ,T. . A ,. ., - liiree in a week. body who walks this earth. By George' tar perspective, it is Mimi Aguggha, Mr. Cort s Whom do you intend It was he who started thi the way of love. new Sicilian slar iaUghed. "I j to marry?" Jever t li.M hS ,1 L I parrying Miss Troupman's la- shall eo " ..if I 1 ,S 1 h e known beUer than . ii,, "i" 6". . U was like a to Sirm With q Mnrnmn nmnn. rn Mr. Corfs heart resUttM of beating, ror the authorV his head. Cl "Tell him to corns n.. , Entered Mr. Louis G. He" hard at the author, then!.' legal looking document "For Mr. George E. St "V guess you're him. aii -Mr. Stoddard glanced',,;: handed them to Mr. Cort , "rve no secrets from )0, The papers recited the second Mre. George j asked to have her tlJr!. Someone had discovered tC divorce from his first till'. fclome clerk had maile a npv of papers !' "Miss France3Co," anno -, ' boy, trying to look tall was his manner when an i-cipal i-cipal of the company imp,.'.. Mr. Cort rose and cla' his leading woman.. "'" "You don't honor the o. said. "How are you, Miss f-"Well, f-"Well, thauk you," sh'e r, e blush. "But, well just t' rassed. You see I am rai. stage and not used to j-'. marriages. What is the itc Cort? Can I get anything look ill." "No, just well I've hid p this week. I expect this!: a stroke." "O dear, no. I don't ife ried at once." "That's a comfort. Wi'-.1, "Not till Thanksgiving "What are you going toe; rsvhom?" "I'll answer both question ICind. He is a Chicago p: known each other since w : hoy. It's a childhood hv have planned to be niarrlei Lester' is playing in Chlcar The stricken manager n: as he bowed out his princi;; er. "I wish everybody wouli or in the company, when t said. If Mr. Cort r-lighter r-lighter a novelist woci: wistfully he made this ; Alone at last he y. eounted them. "Cam:: two. Stoddard that's But it's Cupid's doing; :: do a double back Joo. varietist. Three. St:: Ssj cesco, five. Five in a A Who next?" . t As though Mr. Cort " f or Aladdin and hai 'amp a polish, a m without. A sweet voice, raised a tri:-usual. tri:-usual. The hoisting had impatience. "Miss Curtiss says she's ?: for she's leaving town P functionary at the doors:. . A pretty girl, redolent c: -fume, entered. , n "Miss Marguerite Curt:;: "Not exactly, Mr.. Con George Harrison." "Jumping kangaroos! "Sir?" "I said I hoped you ' happy, I'm sure." "Oh, I preferred to te tion in person. Yes, sir, -ence. He is a PittsbOT-; don't mind living in the sc.; Thaw isn't there now. I strain upon my complex -tell can." Mrs. Harrison glided ranza had, leaving a vac-.-"When will it end? ' the ether. But his secreur-Rvan, secreur-Rvan, answered. "l ' :. I should like a little can look after the parc- -I'm gone." "Et tu, Frances?" "Yes, Mr. Cort. One n-know, n-know, and Charles AmrheiE; won't put it off any longer. : It should have been e---; tient, long suffering wasn't. To him came Harry Silverman. Mr. -i . the lobbv by his P''. resonantly with his voice -nid after the final curta.-"Buy curta.-"Buy a little something n--, cents. Feather your A verv good baby In t..e A tall girl with dar '"" constant smile came oJ " the audience after tne p- "Have you 'Who s -she asked. Her voice her smile bewitching likes a "pleasant spoke" ;;; "I'm sorry." he an-;.. takable sincerity, ' " . copv. But if you wi" if with me I'll send '"uh'Jf: dictated it. He kept m copy of the sons euld,...; Of course, she had ' a'", : They met again and a,.- -tarried not in his "l'","lr i be married next wfeK" ished his story with . fort get someone ei? songs" while he w ' j on the altar of ' ; uefu Mr. Cort asserts ha company. i ,' '' , ,. 5- - -"':,:- . .V ,v . t a music seller out in t.ue toDDy. The comedy was the successful success-ful "Listen Lester." Its very well-known well-known manager. John Cort, ad mils that if the strike hadn't come along to ring dowu the curtain ou the show the mysterious mysteri-ous epidemic might have. "When a thing like this happens there's no telliug where il will stop," is his unromantic comment. "There's nothing like a scries of honeymoons to disrupt a company com-pany or let dowu a performance." The cases: Number Cue Mr. Harold Orlob. Or-lob. the young man from Utah w ho wrote the music. Mr. Orlob entered the office timidty oue morning about a week before the strike- Said he. "You'd bctter gel some oue else to write a new song for the last act, Mr. Cort." "Why? Ain't you the composer?'- "Relieve I am." "And ain't it tbe composer's Job to write songs for the piece?" "If K Mr. Cort. But. you see, the circumstances are rather cx-Uaoniinary. cx-Uaoniinary. I'm going to be married." f ' ' ' ; v h( " U ' Margaret Curtis, Who Deserted De-serted the Chorus to Yed a Pittsburgh Lawyer. ' ". : ':- Af.-..ti.it-it'riVviMi . . Marguerite Francesco, the Leading Woman, Who Will Marry a Chicago Packer on Thanksgiving Day at Niagara Falls or a". Washington, Wash-ington, D. C ?" "No; we're going to a beautiful beau-tiful hotel built upon the meeting meet-ing hne of the North and the South, at Old Point Comfort." "You'll run across Orlob there, that is if lie ran rpp qiht. Mis Rulh Stem, a Patron, Who Fell in Love with and Married the Song Barker, Harry Silverman. "Well! Well! Glad to hear it. But marriage doesn't necessarily rob a man of his talents- You can still write songs." "Not on my wedding trip, sir. You see Miss Meyer, the lady who is to honor me by becoming Mrs. Orlob at noon to-day. is a delicate, deli-cate, sensitive girl. When I write lyrics it's necessary to seclude myself for an indefinite time. She might uot like it. la tact, she wou'd not " The young composer from Utah. In whom some critics see a new Victor Herbert, withdrew as quietly quiet-ly as he had come in and well micltf ho fnr bo hnH f r i n m nhpft. I 'ugged him in here and there was anyone in the of- Bee." Mimi Agugglia, Mr. Cort's new Sicilian star, laughed. "I shall go." "Hello, John. Why this sudden sud-den modesty? Never knew you to be afraid of a crowd, let alone a woman, before. Anv slip far into the background. back-ground. Many of them fade from view in the far perspective. It is the way of love. Miss Troupman's lachrymose la-chrymose visit was still green in his memory when Mr. Cort learned that John Jay Scholl, the casting director of the "Listen, Lester" I I :: Mrs. Harold Orlob, the Eigh-teen-Year-Old Bride of the Composer. Three m a week. Whom do you intend to marry ?" "It was like a stroke of lightning, Mr. Cort. I went ' into Oliver Moros-co's Moros-co's office about a lit- Jcati Troupman Carranza: of the Ciiorus, Who Secretly Se-cretly Married the Cousin of President Carranza. body who walks this earth. By George! It was he who started this marrving fever. I might have known better than to sign with a Mormon composer. Well, I guess you'll have to go; if you want to; I can't stop you; I know better than to get in the way of a man starting start-ing on a bridal tour. I prefer collision with the Twentieth Centurv Express. Who knows but the spirit of Brigham Young is stalking around? Ranged if I don't think the old prophetr'started the whole trouble." Who knows indeed? For pressing closn upon the visit from Mr. Scholl, came another. "A man to see you. He savs his business busi-ness is perspnal with you." "Gracious Saints. " AVbo's the noxf That's what Scholl said. He wanted to see me about something verv personal." Mr. Cort appealed to George E Stoddard, who was there to discuss a new plav "I hope you're not going into any Cupid business, Stoddard." trouble with the cast that's dislocated your backbone?" "No, sir. The company's all right. The trouble is " "Great heaven. What's the trouble now? Out with it. I never thought you'd he one of my troubles, Scholl." "Well, sir, it's only " Mr. Scholl twirled his hat, stared up at the ceiling his expression was blissful. "Are you afraid you are losing your mind? You can trust me, .Mr. Scholl." "Not my mind, sir. But my heart's gone. Gone completely, Mr- Cort. Pray Heaven with me that it will never come back." "Suffering Moses!" groaned the manager. tC) 101t, International Feature Scr-lce, Inc. tie matter. He wasn't in. But the sweetest .loveliest girl" "I know. I believe I talked that myself once. Get to the point. Have you lured one of my company out of the paths of her contract with me info the path of matrimony with you?" "No, sir. She is Miss Ethel Faulkner Tole, Mr. Morosco's secretary. She asked me to wait a little while" "And while you waited in Morosco's ot-fice ot-fice the love germ that is destroying my company seized you. Thank goodness it hit Morosco's office too." "We're leaving to-morrow for a littin trip." "Are you going to add to the moon gazers Grrat BritnioHlghts Itrer-pi. Cupid was victorious over Mammon. Mr. t'0''t called up a music publishing house snd asked it to send him a song writer. "Your cost," he said. "What's (he matter with Orlob?" the head of I he music house inquired. "l-.'cerything. He's getting married." That day young Mr. Orlob and his delicate deli-cate and fPHsilivc eighteen-year-old tiatvi'i'. MHs Frances Meyer, went to the I.ii;;- "'i-.u-ch Around the Corner, were !!! :t::d took an afternoon boat to l'.it cmy .iNtance Mecca of newly wed folk. Uhl J'oint Comfort. The boat, w iih its Ubual freight of lovely company desired to see him. "Tell him to come right in." Mr. Cort is the most accessible of the amusement magnates. The office bey made a string of his chewing gum and twirled it on his linger m approved office boy style. "Pie don't want to." "Didn't you just tell me Mr. Scholl wa ntcd to ?ee me?" "I did that. But there's folks here and he said he wanted to see you alone. It's verv piivalc and particularly personal, he s-id. He told me he'd pic my features if |