The Leavenworth echo. [volume] (Leavenworth, Wash.) 1904-current, 1911-03-17

You have doubtless heard Of Charcot-
DR. Charcot He was my friend We
made many experiments together Of
the effect Of color upon many persons
under hypnotic influence. Invariably
under yellow the subject laughs. I'm
der green he is content under red he
is content also. but slightly stimulated.
II it is brown he is in fear; If violet
he weeps; under blue there is a-what
you call it manner-disrait. perplexed.
Now. my boy, don't you see that the
color for this scene should be red?"
do you really think. sir said Hol-
comb. that this is so mportant-that
the individual is so sensitiveY'
Sensitive to colorY' repeated Vavin.
From your awful elevated road look
into the apartment windows. 1t is
marvellous how generous you Ameri-
can people are. For sous one gets
an intimate view of the entire Ameri-
can life. Inside the walls, brown or
dark blue, depressing. l wonder the
poor people live. For myself, when
work or have something to construct
in a strange hotel have the room fit
ted so that can get the color need.
Let me show you"
He called to his servant. who was in
the outer room
Henri, lie rouger' And as the man
pulled the red curtain across the bay
windows: Don't you see that the color
| for the scene should be red? These
curtains-see what they do. Now, sup
pose that in addition to them l give
you this red light" and he turned on
a red lamp on the mantelpiece. land
if you want it warmer turn out these
white lights" and the energetic dram
atist walked briskly around the room.
turning out the electric lights. I'VE
are at once domestic. yes-cozy cor
ner. the armchair. the old man with
a pipe, In your play there is no old
man with a pipe. so we will place this
lady so.' and he led Dora to the fire.
place and seated her in a chair in
front of it. Isn't this the happy
home? Isn't she the young wife? And
cant you almost believe that I am
the father? Don't you feel that way,
my dear?"
at really is wonderful" said the
girl. "for l do
"But l have red light in my play"
said Holcomb.
"Ah. yes replied vavin. but in the
wrong place. A scene Of gayety; it
should have been yellow. Let me see
1t in your manuscript and l will show
you. Now, see!" Again he walked
| briskly around the room. turning out
the red light and turning up the light
on the table, which had a large yellow
shade on it
Henri. the yellow curtains!" he call
ed. and the well trained servant came
silently in and pulled over the red
curtains a pair of heavy brocaded vel
low ones.
"Now. my dear. the lining of your
coat-it is yellow. We will reverse it.
| And now we will take this scene
where the man follows the woman
into her own apartment before he is
such good friends with her husband.
l will hold the book and you will play
! it. You know the lines?" he said to
Holcomb.
Rather" replied the young author.
Every well. then: you begin, please.
where the lady has ordered him from
| the house and he is at the door. hest
tating to go. He tries to explain. Yes.
here it is. Begin. We folks from the
! Pacific -
Before either Of them realized exact
~ what the old man was doing with
them they were playing the prelim-
| mary love scene in Holcomb's play
| with a great deal more ardor than Ell
Their of them would have been able to
infuse into it on the stage. When they
reached the climax they both turned
| and loot = ut him little sheepishly.
~ - very well done. my dears,
NIT suggestion would make:
| ,'lt.r - "nnle to the end first you
| au.-r p. Hrlr. my dear. then he laughs
y ,utlc: then you laugh more; you
| laugh lnepther. 1t is a panic You
show your teeth. The audience must
laugh with you then. Don't you seeP'
Don't you think that this attention
| to light is bit theatricalY asked Hol-
combat least not exactly true to
! Hfe?'
True to life?" replied Vavin. do
you know that 90 per cent of the cases
of falling in love are in the moonlight?
| You know the harvest moon, the full
moon that comes at harvest time and
comes three nights almost at the same
time. Did you ever think vhy?"
Holcomb shook his head obviously.
| 1T is. my children. that harvesters.
| men and women. shall fail in love with
each other Oh. it is a droll God,
monsieur. that plays that trick for one
hour on his children. and what time?
! The best season of the year And,
also again. what time? When the
grapes are ripe. when there is wine
press. Pardon me. but | am far from
a perfect host" And he paused for a
moment to fill his own glass and that
Of Holcomb.
"a harvest moon for one hour and
| the wonderful madness that goes with
this" he said. raising his glass TO the
light. is that of the theater? No; it
is a droll God. 1t is too bad ] cannot
/ show you. ! have no arrangement
here to get the blue light, which is
mystery. and the green light, which is