Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1920-02-27
BY ANNA O, MANN

BY ANNA o. MANN
CHICAGO.-Before I tell you
all about the smoking room for
women, which has been established
in A. H. Woods Chicago theater
by the manager, j. J. Rosenthal, l
want to disclaim any connection
with the rhymed lines which ap-
pear above.
My husband thinks he is funny
and he writes verses he thinks are
funny and he insists that his share
of ou1 experiences at Woods thea
ter the other night he used, too.
Husband Knows Nix
Husband knows all about smok-
ing. He's been smoking cigarettes
for 20 years, but what he knows
about women is nix. And what he
knows about women smoking is
double nix.
He went to the theater with. me,
but he couldn't find out anything
about the woman's smoking room
because they would not let him in.
BIT got in and I'm going to tel!
{, GU all about it.
In the first place, you've got
to understand that 1 never smoked
a cigarette in my life, but when l
read about the new idea of wom-
ans smoking room in a theater, |
was keen to try it.
Tobacco Belonged There
So we went to the show-"A
Voice in the Oakland after the
prologue I slipped upstairs to the
smoking room. 1t was a wonderful
room. It seemed as though tobacco
smoke just belonged there.
The color scheme was deep red
and turquoise blue The furniture
was blue lacquer with red lea Their
cushions. The davenport was a
peach and the blue table with it's
silver gilt top was too lovely for
words. The rug was red and the
walls blue and at each chair was a
brass stand with ash trays, matches
and everything.
1 was awfully glad to notice that
Mr.. Rosenthal had had just the
right idea, for there weren't any
cuspidors.
: AS 1 said, I wanted awfully to
try a smoke, but 1 was the only
one in the room so 1 went back to
my seat.
Hubby Used To Go Out
1t seemed awfully funny to walk
down the aisle and find husband
sitting there like sulky pigeon
Before last July he used to be the
one to go out.
Well, 1 tried it again after the
first act, but there was nobody in
the smoking room but the maid. On
the wall was a sign, ASK the maid
for Whatchamacaltit cigarettes, ;"
but as I hadn't brought my purse
along [ went back to the play. AT
ter the second act 1 padded back
again. This time several ladies came
in. They all stopped in front of the
big, full-length mirrow and pow
dered their noses, but that was no
treat to me because I'd already pow
dered mine.
One lady seemed especially pleas
ant. She sank into a chair, stuck
her feet on one of the floor cush-
ions and sighed.
Felt Devi1ish
81 don't smoke, she said, but |
love to come UP here because it
makes me feel so devilish."
We'll" said I, this is a smok-
ing room and I'm going to smoke in
it, although 1 never smoked be
fore. feel more devilish than you
do"
, SO with that I pulled out a Gig,
arctic Friend Husband. had given
me and I lifted up my shoe, struck
a match and blew out, a big puff
of smoke.
All the ladies but the devil,sh
one had left and her eyes just
popped out, You see ] aid it 80 we'll
that she thought right away 1 was
fibbing about never having smoked
before.
Once or twice it got in my throat
and I nearly strangled. What men
can see in smoking is beyond me.
1 thought.
Pretty soon the hell tinkled and
l started back to see the next act.
L was awfully dizzy going down
the aisle. 1 stumbled into a lot of
people and when I got to my seat
my head was going around and 1
thought maybe the mushrooms I'd
had for dinner had poisoned me
Then Sickness Came
And just before the curtain went
up I began to feel awful sick. 1
turned to husband and I said: Come
on, we've got to go home"
Whats the big idea?" he said,
are you sick?"
mo, I'm not sick" I said but
Pm afraid something's happened to
the children"
Il bet you that cigarette made
you SICK" he said.
But I wouldn't give him any
| satisfaction. I'm not Sick 1 said
land if I am, it was those mush-
rooms that did it."
IF you're sick" he said, I'll
have the manager find out if there's
| a doctor in the house."
| Well that just made me- mad
so I grabbed my coat and went out
as fast as 1 could, and he had tc
| pick up my gloves, the candy, tbs
opera glasses and some toys Ic
bought for the children and CONS
hopping after me. That's why he
| thinks it is funny to write verses
about the manager calling for &
! doctor.
But after all, I'm glad l wen
and I'm not even sorry I smoked
the cigarette. The woman's smok
H ing room is perfectly lovely and i