The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1918-02-20
Married Life the Second Year

swered in monosyllables she turned
to the advertisements in the pro-
gram.
There was the inevitable skin food
with the actress endorsement, the
popular Scotch whiskey, the fash
ionable tailor with his ''fall and win
ter models" the familiar brand of
chocolates and the Broadway restau-
rant announcing a special after
theatre supper-all on one page.
On the next page was a tooth
paste, table sauce and a column on
"the well-dressed man."
ooh. listen, DEAR" reading, quite
as many cutaway coats are now
braidless as l<aided, the custom of
braiding them having been so over
done that it had become unaccept-
able to some men. Now YOU won't
have yours braided, will you? No
matter what the tailor says?"
Wasn't going to anyway. But
that thing wouldn't influence me.
I'm not following the styles of a
theatre program"
Here two men, who had crowded
past them when the curtain fell, now
returned Again Helen stood up,
clutching at the things in her lap
her purse, program and opera glasses
WILLY lISy puSHeu through.
The curtain rose now on the sec
ond act.
In this act the wife discovers her
husbands disloyalty In some
what melodramatic scene she con-
fronts him with the proof. She cries
out that since she no longer had his
love she will accept nothing else.
She will go away that he may have
the woman he had preferred to her.
The man baffled at bay, tried to
explain that it wasn't love-that it
was only an infatuation. But the
wife will accept no explanations. She
rushes into her room, returning in
long wrap and big feathered hat.
And the curtain falls as she sweeps
off the stage, and, presumably, out
of the house, forever leaving the
husband standing helplessly looking
after her.
"What rot" murmured Warren
Gas any woman would leave her
home like that"
''You mean she wouldn't go?"
Dwell, she wouldn't go in an
evening dress and an opera cloak.
She probably would have sense
enough to put on street clothes and
at least take her toothbrush"
"Oh, Warren, don't-don't-ple
don't be cynical. In some ways 1t
is a wonderful play"
"Wonderful! It's wonderful that
the people will stand for it, and they
call that realism! There's almost as
much realism in that is there is
in" pausinb for want of a COM
parison.
"The next act is a lodging house
on Cover street, six months later,
said Helen, reading from the pro-
gram.
"Huh, l suppose it takes them six
months to find they can't live with |
out each other He'll probably find
her working as seamstress In |
wretched lodgings, and will come up
after her with sable coat in his
arms and a 60-horse-power car toot- |
ing outside. He'll wrap her in the |
coat and carry her out, leaving a |
bunch of bills as big as your fist for
the landlady.'
Aud curiously enough. the last act
was very much as Warren had
said.
"But how did you know dear"
asked Helen as they made their way |
out did you read a review of the
play? ?"
"a review? You don't have to |
read a review to know what the third /,
act of that will be when you've seen
the other two, I've yet to see one of
these plays that | couldn't dope out
the last act as well &C the author.
They're all alike Originality is the
last thing to expect" And Helen |
much impressed. was firmly con-
WINGED that if Warren would only
try, he could write better play than |
any of the modern playrights.