Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-01-25
You Don't. Know Anything
About Life
"~~s', B.? Ss*ro~
About Lift

HitiAntUT
HE first time heard that remark it was
~ made, of course, by man to woman.
The woman was his wife and she
taking in boardcrs because the mans
feet or something hurt him terribly
E@AS2N he had to play pitch in the back end of
GAS& 4 cigar store all day. 1t struck me at
UHA Ek the time that there something in
& O Esb congruous in the remark. coming from
UWe8S3E him; however, having been brought up
G& + plumbers helper, concluded that
anything tried to think out by my
nu1 self must naturally be wrong. So | let
the matter drop for while.
made bv % s nSarq e e
heard the professor tell it to drummer; then the
drummer told it to a politician who in a bricf flash
of analysis, told it the President; who. at lunch
con; told it to minor poet who, at last getting
hack to first principle, in ronde ;' rsdoblo told
But I'll tell my story first.
Annabel Jones was one OF those odd little
who, at fifty possess the birdlike quality OF never
She had straight black hair, craving bit, but not
hGwng it, shappng eyes and sn d1teTm gs
was spnster, she had no relations: she came from
Nebraska, and she had taught in little schools all
he1 life: She was in New York with forty doiIar:
getting something to do around the stage No not
as an actress She merely wanted to get in touch
with the practical side, the mechanics of drama
making. Annabel Jones intended to write play
Ever have an idea of writing play yourself? Well
YOU needn't feel sorry for Annabel. And I'll tell
you why
lust as she packed her little trunk and took the
rain for New York, the nice, fathcrly old principal
who had known her for twenty-five years had said
to her: my dear Miss Jones, this is the most
shocking. and outrageous move, J ever heard Of
Let me know when YOU need ID The money to come
'a And d" She had o% a aske DI'' "W v -:
And he had answered: because you don't know
ANYTHING about lie.
NsW A. to o'a nd eu Where she cou get studio
room i" among % the atsf For Mis- 5s @ns Ct g.
sent her down to a Sargasso sea OF respectable
andladics Washington Square, and at Number
nose and gnny person told her that MIS- Burn
ham subss on t M. top floor ar w%"a like r RaFy
Of stairs and a curycie, introduced herself Miss
Burnham asked If She might become the roommate
party. and was accented with hitch OF the shoulder
and snufling drawl by the elegant Cleo Burnham
ostensibly,, to pay, three and 1alt.
q single. It was seven feet wide by nine fee; long
ard high enough to bump your head against. II had
fireplace, a couch, and table; and was the ette
aktchenctt9 or studioe'ic. 1t was non1ee,,G 10
Cleo Dwelling in s"c p,ass. Is very ;, h'nen nny
r ne 6 Hisf IS month % rcn Tf two studios and ehen
cite One of the studios he subcts for ten dollars
month; the kitchenette for six or seven lhe ette-
sometimes, to get to theirs Quclle We mes en-
Cleo was one Of our beauties from the South.
She was what might be called malarial beauty
fuagured tall and ,,ln thei ha1 s'r %,
Ssetp Sleepy black wis s S s
luscious creamy delightful, innocuous maiden. She
rcmadsd you Of white Ts 81. an smiled afa ike %a
T@,,re in department store window, and she starved
in languid uselessness. Cleo, TOO, was paywrght.
clothes and ewelry and that now, being an orphan.
an aunt on little Louisiana farm occasionally sent
"How long have you been in New York" asked
Annab.l Zones one day She had been paying the
o1 Th n9c o wahs and hof" said Cleo laying aside
r' Ann,se 'T Zones ss sned Wha did You conc
%hy yos3t wI sts plays IF hc t yo' gear
80 know said Annabcl That's the reason !
here But you cont seen to ,h w1, ANY nay
waved languid hand-"but OF late I've thought II
bet to quit writing and study the masters for
"is Monte studying technique too"
Yes. H. was so discouraged he came here l,;
ro Tssas with th hsn Sut the Tre all
wanted problem plays; then when he wrote a
problem pay safe eraskng %eIodrana Tc1c all nd the
lar notion. He just had TO give it up.
Monte was weedy blond young man, twcn:y-
the thumb of Theory, and he. w,igeled in the fell
clutch Of !nrospeCGn ne 1aa an md Hsc-
makeup of everyone, from the gin lady TO an Amer
can theater audience: But he could not bore Cleo
nothing could bore Cleo. She was already 50 'eda-
tive that her pulse beat thirytwor,
Monte had his good points. lie was tair-
haired bow with more pompadour than a pianist,
stunning brow, slumbrous blue eyes and Long white
t;asif He received his rent money from sister
in ''" Dallas who typewrote he believed in the phe
nomena of beer intoxication, he lived on books
r;garettes and spaghetti (Mi.s Annabel Jones spa
ehet). Spaghetti is prime dish in certain circles
f. cheers but not bankrupts. 1t is succulen for
eign and cheap. All Bohemia shouts at its entering
Il hos been dramatzed il has written dramas. II
IS the greatest artnouveau food ever manufactured
u IT.. - nn,w thino Annabel Jones did not like about
hin, was Inc regularity with which he appeared ii
their acove one o'clock and ht at x nG tc to par
"Will he be here again tonight" asked Annabel