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is called "Le Croupier de la Troisième Table" and it does not bore the audience. It recounts the adventures of a fortunate croupier in a baccarat room who "brings good luck" to two heavy players who consequently engage in a contest for him. Comte de Saint-Fournier obtains the croupier at last and adopts him as his son, only to discover that Comtesse de Saint-Fournier (Mme. Camier) was the croupier’s former wife. In a plot where originality and verisimilitude are in so little demand, the authors (Jean Guitton and André Barde) never the less succeed in creating two or three good situations and some amusing lines. Mme. Régina Camier displays what one would take to be the greater part of her war wardrobe, not to speak of her own comely figure, during the action of the piece. M. Harry Baur, is, as ever, a comedian of the first rank. Grant, Lincoln, McKinley and Roosevelt Visited at Home of Mrs. Nancy Baker at Galena, Ohio. (Paris Times Spécial) NEW YORK.—Presidents of the United States may again visit Galena, Illinois, but their reception will never be the same. Mrs. Nancy Baker, whose gingersnaps were loved by four Presidents, has died at the age of 101. Eleven years have passed since Mrs. Baker baked her last batch of gingersnaps, but she always liked to talk about them and the youth of Galena listened with mouths agape to her stories of Grant, Abraham Lincoln, McKinley and Roosevelt. It was this product of her kitchen that led to her acquaintance with McKinley and Roosevelt. Back in 1852, when Mrs. Baker and her husband first arrived from England, they purchased a brick cottage at Galena. On their right a man named Grant conducted a store. He later became commander-in-chief of the Union army and eventually entered the White House. But while in Galena, he greatly admired Mrs. Baker’s cookies. Before the war, Abraham Lincoln, stumping through Illinois with Douglas, arrived in the town. Mrs. Baker and her husband met him then, and a friendship was begun that lasted until the assassination. In 1893, Galena decided to honor
of 101. Eleven years have passed since Mrs. Baker baked her last batch of gingersnaps, but she always liked to talk about them and the youth of Galena listened with mouths agape to her stories of Grant, Abraham Lincoln, McKinley and Roosevelt. It was this product of her kitchen that led to her acquaintance with McKinley and Roosevelt. Back in 1852, when Mrs. Baker and her husband first arrived from England, they purchased a brick cottage at Galena. On their right a man named Grant conducted a store. He later became commander-in-chief of the Union army and eventually entered the White House. But while in Galena, he greatly admired Mrs. Baker’s cookies. Before the war, Abraham Lincoln, stumping through Illinois with Douglas, arrived in the town. Mrs. Baker and her husband met him then, and a friendship was begun that lasted until the assassination. In 1893, Galena decided to honor Grant by publicly celebrating his birthday. It invited as speaker William McKinley, then Governor of Ohio. McKinley spoke. Afterwards, Baker remarked, "I’ve a fresh batch in the kitchen now." McKinley praised them highly. Seven years later, another speaker was imported for a celebration. Theodore Roosevelt, then Governor of New York, also was taken to Mrs. Baker’s cottage. He expressed a desire to taste the famous cookies, and it seemed that Mrs. Baker had a fresh batch on hand. Galena may receive Presidents again, but the golden age of gingersnaps is past. In Paris and the Provinces; The French Capital Marks Time Friday afternoon will bring the répétition générale of Franc-Nohain’s new play, "La Marche Indienne," at the Odéon. The piece is fantastic comedy, in which Franc-Nohain has endeavored throughout, as he says, to create a feeling of gaiety on the stage and in the audience; "to be gay," he adds, "is more difficult than to be comic." M. Franc-Nohain has contributed nothing to the Paris stage since "La Victime," written in collaboration with Fernand Vanderem and produced at the Comédie des Champs-Elysées in 1913. At the Théâtre Femina, one cannot say that the new works presented this week by Mme.
also was taken to Mrs. Baker’s cottage. He expressed a desire to taste the famous cookies, and it seemed that Mrs. Baker had a fresh batch on hand. Galena may receive Presidents again, but the golden age of gingersnaps is past. In Paris and the Provinces; The French Capital Marks Time Friday afternoon will bring the répétition générale of Franc-Nohain’s new play, "La Marche Indienne," at the Odéon. The piece is fantastic comedy, in which Franc-Nohain has endeavored throughout, as he says, to create a feeling of gaiety on the stage and in the audience; "to be gay," he adds, "is more difficult than to be comic." M. Franc-Nohain has contributed nothing to the Paris stage since "La Victime," written in collaboration with Fernand Vanderem and produced at the Comédie des Champs-Elysées in 1913. At the Théâtre Femina, one cannot say that the new works presented this week by Mme. Berizzi were particularly invigorating. Modern authors delight in weird subjects and both "Les Malheurs d’Orphée" and "Le Fonctionnaire MCMXII" convey an atmosphere of gloom, and—let us be candid—of boredom difficult to overcome. The first, by MM. Lunel and Darius Milhaud, is an attempt at modernizing the old subject of Oedipus. It holds a feeble place between Offenbach’s "Orphée aux Enfers" and Gluck’s masterpiece and it should be better considered a parody. The hero this time is not a poet but a healer and Eurydice a gypsy who follows her lover into the forest, where she dies a sudden death. Thereupon two sisters of Eurydice arrive on the scene and make it uncomfortable for Oedipus, whom they accuse of murder while a third coolly offers him her love. Finally, the three of them throw themselves on the unfortunate man and tear him to pieces, whence no doubt the title of the play. The mise-en-scène is truly incongruous, the music incoherent and the libretto confuse. Mme. Beriza, M. Brouet, Mlles. Dubourdonné, Aumônier and the others did their best in seeing it through, but good interpretation scarcely helps to make such a subject interesting. “Le Fonctionnaire MCMXII” depicts the grotesque mannerisms and habits
It holds a feeble place between Offenbach’s "Orphée aux Enfers" and Gluck’s masterpiece and it should be better considered a parody. The hero this time is not a poet but a healer and Eurydice a gypsy who follows her lover into the forest, where she dies a sudden death. Thereupon two sisters of Eurydice arrive on the scene and make it uncomfortable for Oedipus, whom they accuse of murder while a third coolly offers him her love. Finally, the three of them throw themselves on the unfortunate man and tear him to pieces, whence no doubt the title of the play. The mise-en-scène is truly incongruous, the music incoherent and the libretto confuse. Mme. Beriza, M. Brouet, Mlles. Dubourdonné, Aumônier and the others did their best in seeing it through, but good interpretation scarcely helps to make such a subject interesting. “Le Fonctionnaire MCMXII” depicts the grotesque mannerisms and habits of a Government official. M. Florent-Schmitt’s music colors this piece of utter nonsense. The French production of Rose Marie at the Théâtre Mogador is to take place at the end of this month. The cast will include MM. Boucot, Oudart, Burnier, Mmes. Cloé Vidiane, Cécilia Navarre and Mixandra, while the title part will be held alternately by Miss Massé, due to arrive from New York for this purpose, and Mlle. Cloé Vidiane. J. A. -M ri:ri^ “Pas Encore.” The Théâtre de l’Atelier has given a play by M. Steve Passeur, entitled “Pas Encore.” The first act is exceptionally good. Mme. Dullin’s acting is as profound as the idea she expresses: “Have we all life in which to love?” Love will abandon us before life, and life will know how to compel us to become philosophical at the cost of much suffering. H. nu P. TENANTS OF WIDOW IN NEW COMPLAINT The latest victims of Mme. Angele Vauvert, the widow who is fifty-two times a millionaire—in francs—and who gets richer by extorting illegal “commissions” from her small army of tenants in Paris, are pre-war bungalow owners who have complained to the authorities. They declare that Mme. Vauvert told them that she
title part will be held alternately by Miss Massé, due to arrive from New York for this purpose, and Mlle. Cloé Vidiane. J. A. -M ri:ri^ “Pas Encore.” The Théâtre de l’Atelier has given a play by M. Steve Passeur, entitled “Pas Encore.” The first act is exceptionally good. Mme. Dullin’s acting is as profound as the idea she expresses: “Have we all life in which to love?” Love will abandon us before life, and life will know how to compel us to become philosophical at the cost of much suffering. H. nu P. TENANTS OF WIDOW IN NEW COMPLAINT The latest victims of Mme. Angele Vauvert, the widow who is fifty-two times a millionaire—in francs—and who gets richer by extorting illegal “commissions” from her small army of tenants in Paris, are pre-war bungalow owners who have complained to the authorities. They declare that Mme. Vauvert told them that she snapped her fingers at the law and that unless they paid her sums from 5,000 fr. to 6,000 fr. in addition to their rent she would turn them out. They paid. Now they would like to be reimbursed. The case against the woman was initiated by a would-be tenant who, instead of paying a commission, visited the police. ANTI-SUICIDE CLUB University Group Hopes to Check Student Depression. BALTIMORE, Wednesday.—-Suicide clubs have been heard of before; in fact, the recent wave of suicides among students in the United States has reminded many of the Russian organizations of which the members swore themselves to self-destruction. It has remained for thirteen undergraduates at the University of Baltimore to form an anti-suicide club. This club was formed yesterday. Paris Is in Time as Time Is Called For City Clocks and Midnight Is Noon if You Wish. The impossible has happened! Time has been stayed in its flight! At least compressed-air time—in Paris—as registered by pneumatic clocks in various streets of the city. Municipally, for the clocks in question belong to the city, it is noon—or midnight. Since midnight on the night of Monday, the minute hand and the hour hand of these official clocks
instead of paying a commission, visited the police. ANTI-SUICIDE CLUB University Group Hopes to Check Student Depression. BALTIMORE, Wednesday.—-Suicide clubs have been heard of before; in fact, the recent wave of suicides among students in the United States has reminded many of the Russian organizations of which the members swore themselves to self-destruction. It has remained for thirteen undergraduates at the University of Baltimore to form an anti-suicide club. This club was formed yesterday. Paris Is in Time as Time Is Called For City Clocks and Midnight Is Noon if You Wish. The impossible has happened! Time has been stayed in its flight! At least compressed-air time—in Paris—as registered by pneumatic clocks in various streets of the city. Municipally, for the clocks in question belong to the city, it is noon—or midnight. Since midnight on the night of Monday, the minute hand and the hour hand of these official clocks have been at rest, exactly aligned on the figure twelve. There is an explanation. It takes time to tell it. In the year 1887, the City of Paris made a contract with a compressed-air producer, whereby the latter was to furnish the necessary atmospheric pressure to move the hands of municipal clocks. The contract was for a period of forty years. Hour by hour, the hands of the clocks turned round and round and round on their dials, ticking off the months and years. At midnight on Monday, the last second of the forty years expired. The hour hand marked time. The minute hand followed suit. Two score years of labor and—rest. But time appeared to have passed too rapidly for municipal authorities. It had been agreed to let the contract come to an end, for electricity was judged more efficient. Nevertheless, no steps were taken to prepare for electric installation. Only when the witching hour of midnight came on Monday was it realized that the switching hour had arrived. Which means that Paris must be publicly timeless for a certain time. Some say only a week. Others are less optimistic. However, there is one satisfaction for Parisians. At last,
municipal clocks. The contract was for a period of forty years. Hour by hour, the hands of the clocks turned round and round and round on their dials, ticking off the months and years. At midnight on Monday, the last second of the forty years expired. The hour hand marked time. The minute hand followed suit. Two score years of labor and—rest. But time appeared to have passed too rapidly for municipal authorities. It had been agreed to let the contract come to an end, for electricity was judged more efficient. Nevertheless, no steps were taken to prepare for electric installation. Only when the witching hour of midnight came on Monday was it realized that the switching hour had arrived. Which means that Paris must be publicly timeless for a certain time. Some say only a week. Others are less optimistic. However, there is one satisfaction for Parisians. At last, after many years of differences in time between the various pneumatic clocks in the city, the public may look with pride at one clock after another, from one municipal boundary to another, and say: “Paris is in time.” War Hero Held for Fraud. A French war hero has raised into "evil ways. Hippolyte Blasy, a former lieutenant of artillery, with four wound stripes and the Légion of Honor as witnesses to his war record, was arrested in Paris yesterday for defrauding an insurance company of Strasbourg. His accomplice was Jean Mouroux, employed by the company in the fire insurance department. Last December Blasy presented to the company an insurance policy made out to an imaginary person, claiming payment for an equally imaginary fire. Aided by Mouroux, he obtained the sum and later divided with him. A few days ago Blasy appeared again with a similar request. An investigation revealed that the policy was false and the man was arrested. A touch of irony was introduced by the fact that the policeman who arrested Blasy had been under his orders during the war. Cashier Surrenders. As a cashier for six years in a bank in the Rue de Châteaudun in Paris,
"evil ways. Hippolyte Blasy, a former lieutenant of artillery, with four wound stripes and the Légion of Honor as witnesses to his war record, was arrested in Paris yesterday for defrauding an insurance company of Strasbourg. His accomplice was Jean Mouroux, employed by the company in the fire insurance department. Last December Blasy presented to the company an insurance policy made out to an imaginary person, claiming payment for an equally imaginary fire. Aided by Mouroux, he obtained the sum and later divided with him. A few days ago Blasy appeared again with a similar request. An investigation revealed that the policy was false and the man was arrested. A touch of irony was introduced by the fact that the policeman who arrested Blasy had been under his orders during the war. Cashier Surrenders. As a cashier for six years in a bank in the Rue de Châteaudun in Paris, André Reb knows the value of being businesslike and efficient. Deciding yesterday that it was time he was arrested, he saw the matter well done by going himself to the police station in the Rue Drouot. “I have not earned more than 1,100fr. a month,” he announced. “My wife and I could not live on that. To make up the difference I have stolen from the cash. I have taken 75,000fr; arrest me.” Police complied. Reb is twenty-eight years old. Young Bandit Corrupts Companions. One of the problems which the police authorities have to contend with is the segregation of young offenders in prison in order that they may not further corrupt one another or be corrupted by habitual criminals. The manner in which a young criminal with the instinct for leadership can find accomplices while in prison for crimes planned during confinement, is brought out in the Assize Court at Versailles (Seine-et-Oise). Paris, where four youthful “apaches” are being tried for the murder of a prison guard at Rambouillet, and it is shown that the ringleader, Barrère, aged twenty-one years, met two of the other three youths in prison. They are named Montfort and Motilson. The fourth, Lopez, made
I could not live on that. To make up the difference I have stolen from the cash. I have taken 75,000fr; arrest me.” Police complied. Reb is twenty-eight years old. Young Bandit Corrupts Companions. One of the problems which the police authorities have to contend with is the segregation of young offenders in prison in order that they may not further corrupt one another or be corrupted by habitual criminals. The manner in which a young criminal with the instinct for leadership can find accomplices while in prison for crimes planned during confinement, is brought out in the Assize Court at Versailles (Seine-et-Oise). Paris, where four youthful “apaches” are being tried for the murder of a prison guard at Rambouillet, and it is shown that the ringleader, Barrère, aged twenty-one years, met two of the other three youths in prison. They are named Montfort and Motilson. The fourth, Lopez, made the acquaintance of Barrère at Dunkirk. After a career of burglary and highway robbery, Barrère, Montfort and Lopez found themselves at Rambouillet. There Barrère induced Motilson to enter into the plot to escape. This they succeeded in doing, with the exception of Lopez, after killing a guard. The quartet now faces a charge of murder. AMERICAN COLUMN IN PARIS M. E. CHAMPION GUEST OF CLUB Many from Europe have gone to America and have returned to tell their impressions, but few have gone with the critical insight and the opportunities to study the culture of the United States possessed by M. Edouard Champion, the Parisian publisher and bookseller, who went to the United States last summer and will communicate his impressions at the luncheon of the American Club of Paris tomorrow. M. Champion went to America last July. He visited sixty-two cities. He gave 102 lectures, and he inspected the majority of the larger universities. His eyes and his ears were open to impressions of all kinds, as his comments since his return have indicated. Tomorrow M. Champion will cite four messages which he has received from four famous Frenchmen while on his tour, expressing their friendship for America. The
faces a charge of murder. AMERICAN COLUMN IN PARIS M. E. CHAMPION GUEST OF CLUB Many from Europe have gone to America and have returned to tell their impressions, but few have gone with the critical insight and the opportunities to study the culture of the United States possessed by M. Edouard Champion, the Parisian publisher and bookseller, who went to the United States last summer and will communicate his impressions at the luncheon of the American Club of Paris tomorrow. M. Champion went to America last July. He visited sixty-two cities. He gave 102 lectures, and he inspected the majority of the larger universities. His eyes and his ears were open to impressions of all kinds, as his comments since his return have indicated. Tomorrow M. Champion will cite four messages which he has received from four famous Frenchmen while on his tour, expressing their friendship for America. The messages are from M. Camille Jullian, the historian; M. Marcel Prévost and M. Charles Maurras, two of the best known of contemporary French littérateurs; and from M. Raymond Poincaré, the Premier. “I have visited all the capitals and great cities of Europe and found them, after a time, more or less like Paris—I was soon chez moi,” M. Champion says. “But in New York it was immediately different; my first impression of dépaysement was my last.” M. Champion studied American universities particularly. He found a “fever of study,” a general desire not to be left behind in any thought or modern movement. Sometimes this runs unchecked; at Smith College he found a “Chair in Dadaism.” In France, after the War, Dadaism had a slight success among young folk, but mostly for diversion, perhaps for a farce. “At any rate, it is a sterile fantasy and of no interest for the future.” America is athirst for novelty. Almost any young author can readily find a publisher for his first book, and an eager public. American literature seems to M. Champion to be absorbed in the cinema—the literature of imagination, the novel, as well as the theatre. About twenty authors are producing
less like Paris—I was soon chez moi,” M. Champion says. “But in New York it was immediately different; my first impression of dépaysement was my last.” M. Champion studied American universities particularly. He found a “fever of study,” a general desire not to be left behind in any thought or modern movement. Sometimes this runs unchecked; at Smith College he found a “Chair in Dadaism.” In France, after the War, Dadaism had a slight success among young folk, but mostly for diversion, perhaps for a farce. “At any rate, it is a sterile fantasy and of no interest for the future.” America is athirst for novelty. Almost any young author can readily find a publisher for his first book, and an eager public. American literature seems to M. Champion to be absorbed in the cinema—the literature of imagination, the novel, as well as the theatre. About twenty authors are producing the contemporary literature of America. The theatre prefers foreign playwrights. French authors in greatest demand in America now are Rémy de Gourmont, and Charles Maurras and even Dekobra. M. Champion noted on the part of the Italians a desire to expand knowledge of Italian culture in the United States, which has led them to equip a number of University libraries with Italian rooms, filled with the best literary productions of Italy, magnificently printed and bound. This led the French publisher to propose the creation, in ten of the leading universities, of French library rooms, to be stocked with fine French books and ornamented with the autographed portraits of one hundred leading representatives of the French intellectual movement, from Maurras to Dullin. A taste for reading is a national characteristic of the United States, M. Champion found. In trains, the subways, automobiles, boats, and in the streets people read books, while libraries are very numerous and stocked with magnificence. M. CHAMPION “MOVIE” COWBOYS HOLD REAL DUEL UNIVERSITY CITY, California.—One of the few things that could really surprise the “movie” colonies of the West Coast happened when two “movie” cowboys “shot it out” with pistols. George Emerson was seriously injured and George