The morning journal-courier., 1908-01-25
AT THE HYPERION
Arnold Daly's My Mamie Rose" on Tuesday-Play
 for All Glasses.

Nothing like the new play, My Ma mic Rose" in which Arnold Daly IS to be seen at the Hyperion, next Ieus- day, has vet been given upon the stage CuriOusy enough it is a play for the masses, as Mir. Daly himself expresses it, and holds interest as much for the Bowery boy as for the club man; Tor the woman of society as for the wo- man who seWs shirts, and for the stu dent of sociological conditions as for the diletante in the worlds affairs. It Is great big play of real men and women: full of red blood, and grippins interest; of malignant purpose and Wo- manly fidelity, and it lays bare theI physiological evolution of mans soul in a way that must appeal emphatl- | cally to every one.
 To those who know their literary dictionary, the name of owen Kildare will jump at once into the foreground l of memory, for he has grown into ! big big figure. Those who remember 1 the strong, vivid tales of the lower | side of life in New York will admit al | once the strength that Kildare put in- l to those stories, and those who admired | them merely as stories will admit the 1 interest-the fascination they had. Kill dare wrote well because he wrote of ! the life he knew; the life he had lived l for thirty-two years Perhaps there is no bigger story than this one-this tale of Kildare's life-in the world to-day
 At the age of six he was kicked out into the streets to do what he could for l himself. Up to- the age of thirty-two he knew nothing other than the streets,
 and the worst side of them He could ] neither read nor write, and he existed | by any one of a dozen of the different
 occupations known to the resident of the slums. Then came the awakening j It was a woman--a missionary worker. 4 Kildare had the fortune to render her |, a slight service. She took an interest
 in this man, and she showed him the way to better things In eight years
 he had begun to write. Perhaps no
 greater struggle than this has ever oc- [ cured on our continent. No one knows the things Kildare went through ana N perhaps no one will ever know all of
 them. Two months ago Kildare me, i another man who had raised himself from the position of office boy to that
 of one of the country's best actors,
 and-the result is My Mamie Rose" f Arnold Daly was the actor. and the
 present play is the record of Kildare's
 regeneration It is one of the most en- f thrallng episodes that has yet been done on the stage It is the record of
 a mans life, and into 1t has been put |, his soul. It has been built upon his sufferings: his joys and his hopes and
 fears, and throughout 1t all runs the love that swept him from the gutter to a position of prominence among the
 men who do things-big things in the world
 Arnold Daly saw the possibilitie of F the story, and went for it tooth and
 nail. He recognized the soul beneath the calm veneer, he saw the interests
 the tense dramatic interest in the story
 itself, and that it simply cried to be
 put upon the stage Together he and
 Kildare with another Walter + Hac-
 kett-- worked night after night, until
 far into the morning, putting the play
 together; digging deep into the story of those early days of penury, starva-
 ton, blows and grime, and they 7 brought forth something that Is re- |, markahle in it's way, shining jewel of
 a mans regeneration Then MT. Daly
 went to his manager, George (. Tyler,
 the man who has seen more big things and done them, than any other mana>
 ger in this country, and Mir. Tyler saw
 fl at once. He gave Daily carte blanche
 10 do what he would, and to-day we
 have My Mamie Rose a play for
 every human being who understands
 the English language; a play with more of the breath of life in if than
 falls to the lot of the average theater in a dozen years.
 With MT Daly are to be found a few , players of excellent worth. Holbrook
 Blinn, Chrystal Herne Helen Ware, Janet Beecher and a dozen others.