The Washington herald., 1920-04-29
Romance has hit washing ton


Romance has nit Washington
with a bang.
True. the Capital City always
has had its share of romance
but It has remained more or less
hidden in memory chests until
The Herald in conjunction with
the Garrick Players announced
Its Il Love You" contest and
offered priEes for the best let
ters or essays on the subject.
There has been a constant
stream Of letters into The Her
aid once from those eager to
add their bit to giving love
stories to the Washington pub
lie.
Earle Foxe. leading man of
the Garrick Players, who will
open their season next Monday
night playing II Love YOU"
o should be an authority on Il
Love You" matters inasniuch as
Mr.. Foxe has played hundreds
of such parts on the stage and
in the movies. And Mr.. Foxe
is matinee. idol" In one
week last season he received
more than 2.5oO letters from
fair admirers.
Foxe says the finest love
scene so far as q play is con-
cerned Is in The Cinderella
Man." which was played last
season by the Garrickers. The
wedding of the little rich girl
in that play to the poor COM
poser was romance to the nth
degree but somehow we think
that some better stories will
come from Washington.
Send yours in. You surely
know of an II Love You" ex-
perience that will be interest
ipg to others.
Following Is one OF the let
ters received yesterday:
rhe Best 81 Love You, Experiens
I Know.
At the head of Fox Island,
where the Mississippi and the
Des Moines rivers meet, q most
wonderful vision passes before
my inward sight. The vision a
sweet. fair. young girl OF the
type ''Out Where the West Be-
gins" with dark hair and large
round violet eyes, the kind that
make you think, and q fellow
loves TO be near. This IL my
sweetheart of long ago. Now
memories take me over beaten
paths into the heart of the is
land. the sunlight noting
through the leaves of the trees
and sending LITTLE elves dancing
along our path. The skin an
chored out in the waters rocked
to and fro by the incoming
waves, and a glorious sunset,
such n sunset as can only be
seen in the Mississippi Valley,
the purple and golden mist over
the hills shot with flaming rays
from q midsummer sinking sun.
The packets and pleasure steam
ers plying up and down the
broad waters. whistling as they
pass, and the passengers wav-
ing friendly greetings. Sweet
remembrances, 'T Love YOU"
they are the breath of life to me.
We wandered out Of the wind
tHB pam upOu - DEodO pihtcau
that gave splendid view OF the
sunset and sweeping waters.
Standing where the wind played
with her curls. and stray locks
flying, she was q picture after
my own heart. and what was 1t
I heard7 The vesper bells ring
ing by the woodland song birds
giving q benediction to my
words just spoken, Il Love
You," only God and I know how
II Love You"
After thirty years of the vicis-
situde of life there 10 content
ment and happiness that is still
caroiling in our hearts, Il Love
You." The soft, sweet notes
play with q gentle touch that
stirs the old fire Of our souls.
and over the lutte strings OF our
hearts with deep emotion 81
Love You memories wait me
the oft-repeated assurance, al
Love YOU" The vision OF O
skiff ride down the Mississippi
Na1iav nlonintfar All Aar xrffh q