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Show I 1 H ' With The First Nighters ' & m "Jfr I IIE followins B If m CT P from tho Los H ill IL J ill Angeles Graphic H m I will be of espe- H I cial Interest to H I'1'11" ' "" J the many friends Hj of the Jennings H family here, Mr. Jennings and his two H talented sisters having given much H pleasure to Salt Lakers in past years: H ' DeWitt C. Jennings, who will be one Hj of the Morosco cast in the coming H week, has just been notified by the H collector of the port of New York, H Dudley Field Malone, that he (Jen- H nings) has been appointed a special H deputy collector. The appointment H and the badge, which Jennings is H wearing on his vest, came by mail H last Thursday. It seems that Jen- H nings has played the part of an in- Hj spector in so many New York plays m that his life long friend, Senator 0. H Gorham, father-in-law of Collector H Dudley Field Malone, suggested to the H latter that 'he make Jennings a spe- H cial deputy. H V H TO MUCH PATRIOTISM H i H ANE HOUSTON, a talented H VA" young New York actress, who H has been doing "her bit" quite cheer- H fully, complains that there is such a H thing as too much patriotism and tells H the following pathetic tale of her ad- H ventures in a restaurant recently: H After spending a day in labor for H the good of the cause one feels that H one has really earned surcease in the H evening. And besides if one is nun- H gry one naturally wants to eat. But H ' that does not seem possible in popu- H . lar New York restaurants. I went to H dinner last night and when the soup H was served I stood while the orchestra B played the national anthem, and the H soup got cold. Then an entree was H brought on, and it certainly looked Hi tasty, but I was compelled to stand Hjt while the French anthem was played Hi' to applause. My entree was spoiled, H and so was my roast, which was H served .to the accompaniment of the B English anthem. Even my ice cream fl melted while the Russian anthem was H being played, and when it was all ov H er, and we had no more allies to fl honor, the dining hour was past and H I was hungrier than when I sat down. H) It is all right to be patriotic, but if H we have any more national anthems B to celebrate, eating will become a M lost art. H PANT AGES (', Y RESIDENT WILSON once ex- HI j. cused himself for an act of H omission on the ground that his mind H was a "one track railroad," hence his H . I inability to think of two things at a I:' time. But there is a native of Japan at Pantages this week whose mind, measured by the same method, is a triple track railroad and a modern switch yard combined. Tameo Kaji-yami Kaji-yami is a wonder worker of extraordinary extraor-dinary type. Some of his stunts well nigh approach the superhuman. He writes simultaneously with both hands, adds figures with one hand and subtracts with the other, reads and writes copy on a blackboard while explaining ex-plaining Japanese figures to the audience au-dience ,and fairly astounds the spectators spec-tators by interweaving names picked up promiscuously from the audience into a labyrinth of figures on the blackboard, which, by using the eraser, are finally shown to be singly and legibly written. But this artist must be seen to be appreciated. "The Beauty Orchard" is a rattling good musical comedy in which Frank Sinclair stars, ably supported by a chorus well above the average. The singing is good, the dancing better, and the dialogue interspersing the music is unusually clever. This act has enjoyed a long run on the road and deserves its good fortune. Alexandria, Alex-andria, the xylophonist, who failed to arrive in time to go on last week's bill ,is a master artist. Olson and Johnson are a pair of original comedians who score a big hit with the audience and are firs class fun makers. The costumic impersonations im-personations offered by Minnie Allen are interesting, although one has seen better. The trapeze work of tho Ped-erson Ped-erson brothers is worth seeing and the comedy movie in which Fatty Ar-buckle Ar-buckle is featured helps to round out a first rate bill. LIBERTY HE show at the State Street S vaudeville house this week is worth the price of admission. The feature of the bill is Superba, "Goddess "God-dess of Color and Light," in an unique posing act in, which electrical effects are used to good advantage. The Irish Troubadors, Rathrock and McGrade, handle the banjo, harp and cornet in a pleasing manner and their sentimental selections are a real treat-Lou treat-Lou Fitzgibbons another Irishman, we suppose plays the xylophone at a merry clip and essays a series of maneuvers ma-neuvers upon the instrument that mark his performance as a novelty. There is still another Irishman on the bill Morris Downey by name who calls himself a comedian, and at "SUPERBA" THE POSING GIRL, THE GODDESS OF LIGHT AND COLOR that he isn't half bad. Downey shares his time with Willard and Irwin in an act entitled, "A Call on the Doctor," a really funny sketch that has some possibilities. pos-sibilities. The Pathe travelogue takes the audience au-dience to far off lands and affords the usual amount of interest, while the Lonesome Luke comedy picture this week is a corking good cure for the blues. WILES OF WOMEN I JnHE had disappeared for two days . i Ks from the hotel where we had I met accidentally and where she had made a grandstand play of having known me for years. 'Twas true, Dut I had been trying to recall why the acquaintance had not been kept up between us. She was attractive, a steady dimple in one cheek, one coming com-ing and going in the other. The telephone tele-phone rang it was Sunday night and there she was with "That you, uear? Don't make any engagement for Thursday night; I want you for dinner din-ner and for cards or something afterward." after-ward." I hadn't made a ghost of an engagement engage-ment for the whole week, but I "looked" "look-ed" not and then said just as sweetly: "Thank you so much; I think I can accept, though I have a dim recollection of something for that night." I knew she had been up to 'something, and I was probably the only one in town with such close tab on her disappearance, and I knew, too, she did not really want me for her dinner, if she was really going to give one. There was no doubt that I was being worked, in her social game, among a set I had known for years, a set she was only just meeting. But it was amusing, and I might go. Tuesday morning, bright and early, b-r-r-r-r went the telephone again. I "That you, dear? That dinner is off, I postponed until next week sometime." V I had introduced her to two very de- V sirable men in the meantime, whom I she had Invited. One of them was to " call for me, the dinner to be given' at a popular club. The town was mad about its social column in the newspapers. news-papers. Thursday afternoon's social chronicler had it that Mrs. Blank-Blank was giving a dinner at the Blank club for ten guests, that Mrs. Blank-Blank was a social leader in New York, and the town was honored in the social acquisition, etc. The something she had been "up to" in the two days' absence ab-sence evidently was worrying her no longer, but I wondered how she would arrange her explanation about her dinner being "off." Of course, I knew Bhe had one woman too many, and if she had really "belonged" she would havej said so. My escort arrived to take me to the dinner! I was telling him, my invitation invi-tation being "off" the telephone again. She had evidently seen the evening paper and thought perhaps I had. She said: "That you, dear? Mrs. S and I are on our way to a dinner will tell you about it later. We"are going to stop in your room and have a cocktail with you, if we may." I said, "Fine! Major C is here, and Mrs. L and we will be delight de-light " "What's that" she broke in "Major "Ma-jor L did you say? For heaven's sake don't give me away! You know I had to let it be thought I was giving giv-ing the dinner tonight, but Mrs. S is really giving it, and she doesn't know anybody in town." Can you beat that for social sliding out of a pocket? I laughed a darling little satisfying giggle, and said: "Come right down; Major C will be charmed to meet your friend." And down they came. She was so sweet, and the dimple that comes and goes stayed right in the game, and her courage deserved the, highest seat of the social mighty. That was not all. She gave another dinner. Her social success in the town away from home seemed to have become be-come an obsession. This time I really was not invited. The papers for several sev-eral days before paragraphed the names and. the decorations. The names were all my friends of years, and people for the most part to whom I had accidentally introduced her in passing in hotel corridors and mezza-' mezza-' nine. The day of the dinner she came to my table in the dining room of the hotel, where I was having luncheon with some friends, and accepted a chair the waiter placed for her. Finally she said: "What are you going to wear?" "Wear? To what?" "My dinner tonight, of course! What do you suppose?" "I am not invited to your dinner." "Are you crazy? You do make the queerest mistakes! You know perfectly per-fectly well you are invited, and when you were invited, and why do you say that?" Both dimples were disappearing. My friends looked as It I was being cruel to her. I knew I wasn't, and I knew in a minute more she would get ahead of me if didn't clinch the situation situa-tion at once. So I said: "I am very sorry, my dear Mrs. Blank-Blank, to appear so obtuse, but the only invitation I have in mind is the one you extended over the 'phone the night you got in after that two days' disappearance three weeks ago." And I thought to myself: "Now I'll see how you will get around this." Her face flushed scarlet, and if you'll believe it, her dimples came piling back in an instant, and she said: "Sure! I knew you would remember, remem-ber, and you have been hearing me talk about the dinner ever since. I will have to get up some gilt-edged in-. in-. vitation cards and send them to you on a gold salver but what are you going to wear?" She had won out with the others at the table, whether she had with me BHaaHUHHaBNBaB or not, and there I was! I knew I would go to that dinner, but I could not tell why she wanted me. You know, you can't be churlish, and it was all unimportant anyway. I Avent, and had the best time, and then just guess what happened? A good friend came to me and said: "See here; I have been pleased that your name has not been listed as a guest at any of Mrs. Blank-Blank's entertainments. You ought to know that Blank is paying for them probably, prob-ably, as he put her name up at all these clubs, and the whole town knows that she was off for two days with him, a few weeks ago, and the report was all around the town the day she gave her last dinner the one you finally went to!" The Analyzer, in Town Topics. |