The Syracuse Journal, Volume 4, Number 21, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 21 September 1911 — Page 2

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* tte Winter of 1882 the theatrical K managers of New York and Brookiyn decided that, in order to reffeve the many cases of distress reported throughout the theatrical lOi profession, it was necessary to create a permanent fund which would be immediately available for the < JF purpose. This fund was to be known as the “Actors’ Fund,” but a* it was to be raised by the ef & elwwxws connected with the business es y»aa«g aswsccments, it would be devoted, witb«sA sewertcMioo. to any and all persons who have Iwes cegscMted with said amusements, in. any njspaiiiV whatsoever. Xtaefit gwfarmances were given at the printbsamxu in New York and Brooklyn on a iwrtarin jßary for the purpose of creating a foundaMas the tend. The receipts from the sale of OMtum 4KBO donations for these performances w« yaUQSISk. Among the largest donations we Jtaoee Gordon Bennett, $10,000; John Ja«s» Mhw. fXSM; Edwin Booth. SI,OOO. Th® incorporated according to the lasrn «f tb» riwts, June 8, 1882, and on July 15th ® jHixamaaagt organization was effected with the

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fe&ewhsg officers: President, Lester Wallack; *feep«Hfftart, A. M. Palmer; secretary, Daniel treasurer, Theodore Moss. The board i «• tTßtfMi was: Lester Wallack, Edwin Booth, Saeeph Jefferson, M. H. Mallory, Lawrence Barwatt, X.« Kiner, W. E. Sinn. A. M. palmer, Edwoo* Harrigan, William Henderson, John F. Ito* It T, Barnum, W. J, Florence, William JBnfe. 1 K. Emmett and J. H. Haverly. The OMOKtB Snr ike fund was A. J. Dittenhoefer. Th® report of the secretary for the first year «• *te feed's existence showed a disbursement of £3XS4MGL Relief had been given to over four fendred actors in different parts of the Union, mnd iksrty-two had been buried in California, T«ta® Mt other parte of the country.' Thus the haff prevented the sick and needy from eSnrity, and had given respectable intermeat io those who would otherwise have been ttanetf » pauper's graves. day in the spring of 1900 Louis Aldrich, ■« actor. and Al. Hayman, a theatrical manager, tot in the llstter' office in the Empire Theater, wev Tert: “Yto aretorsf fund has at last passed resolutwxs approving my plan to build a home for old ottas.” said Aldrich. “You know that I have Earn agStatJing this scheme for years, with little «r n»encouragement; nobody believes it feasible, ms aeemmt of the expense. I believe now, as I •Satay* have, that I can make a success of it, if I os «iy get a substantial sum to start my subYou've made a good deal of money mrt of ®e theatrical business, Al; give me someMMng tangible for a starter.** "Hear much will jrou require, altogether?" Hayman naked. "Yk wfll take about one hundred thousand dolaznC r was the reply. “®mr msch do you think I ought to give?” “OK. *bmrt ten thousand dollars.” *»WL“ replied Hayman, “I’ll give you ten Jhonmd dollars, if the dramatic profession will sntar xSsety thousand.” Tte afraid we can’t raise that much right rnnof* Afctrteii said; “but I believe we could setae fifty thousand now, and the balance later.” “Ml right,” said Hayman, “I’ll give you ten fitaMsaoC If you’ll raise fifty thousand.” *Ttafs a bargain,” exclaimed Aldrich. “Give me year check, and if I don’t raise the fifty ■nsud, m return it.” Tie riteck for ten thousand dollars was given to dMxfch, and he took it to the editor of the. ■few Tert Herald, who agreed to hold the money •nd receive further donations. The next day ■to HmU announced that it had ten thousand dtaffitas as a nucleus for a fund to build a home ■tar aetacs. and would receive subscriptions. The •a*mae was magic. Money poured in by mail, mvmoa. telegraph and cable. In twenty days fftor mAneriptlon reached fifty-five thousand dolflnm. teofdes the original ten thousand, and the lesta www dosed for the time being. Tfeartttr was allowed to rest until the spring sff 39R, when a number of benefit performances oosm gfvew In New York, Philadelphia and Cht«MP to raise additional money needed to comfifeto He work so auspiciously begun. ■tor vamndttee intrusted with the selection, of • affia tar the home purchased “Beechlawn,” the ■meotywaw estate of Richard Penn Smith at 'Vtat Mliton, Staten island. The building was and on Mayß, 1902, the Actors* Fund ffitane was opened and dedicated with imposing ammoantan The address of the day was made tar feMO Jefferson. In reality, the dramatic profession owes to loo* Aldrich more than it does to any single pom for the possession of this beautiful home. fetriW of the scheme tor years. No one else

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believed it feasible, but Aldrich never lost faith in his ability to carry it to a successful conclusion. In this ideal abode are assembled thirty-one former votaries of the sock and buskin. They are the Romeos, Melnottes, Rosalinds and Camilles of bygone days. They were the idols of your fathers and your grandfathers—yes, and some of your great-grandfathers; for none is admitted to the home under fifty-five, and many of the inmates are octogenarians. On a winter’s evening the silver-haired women are accustomed to gather in the parlor or library, and over their sewing or crocheting tell once more of the beauty and charm of Adelaide Nelson, the wonderful characterizations of Lucile Western, and sublime genius of Charlotte Cushman; while downstairs in the billiard or card room the men have gone back to play again with Davenport, McCullough, Warren, Owens, Burton and the peerless Forrest. Jefferson, Barrett and Edwin Booth are spoken of casually; they belong too much to the present. “Ah! there are no tragedians like Forrest, nowadays," one veteran sighs in a voice that suggests the ghost in Hamlet. “And no comedians like Burton,” deplores another. - “No, nor any pantominrists like George Fea; the art died with him,” laments a third. “There were giants in those days,” if these veterans are to be believed; and who shall gainsay them? None can; and surely none would care to. Two married couples grace the home, refuting the often heard remark, “There are no happy marriages in the profession.” They are Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Chester and Mr. and Mrs. George Morton. Mr. and Mrs. Chester have been married forty-seven years, and have seldom been separated during their long connection with the stage. Mr. and Mrs. Morton have been married a somewhat shorter time than the Chesters. The oft-repeated question, “Are they happy?” is well answered in the following incident An old friend of one of the couples mentioned extended an invitation to them' to visit him and his family at their country home. The pair replied, thanking him for his invitation and apologizing for not accepting, but stating that they were so happy in, their new home that they eould not bear the thought of leaving it, even for a short time . One of the most interesting figures in. this unique household is Harry Langdon—"Handsome Harry” they called him in the days when he played dashing parts opposite Adelaide Neilson, Charlotte Cushman and Eliza Logan. Though well into his eightieth year, Mr. Langdon was reading a book without glasses when I was introduced to him. “No, I have never felt the need of glasses,” he said in answer to my question regarding it *‘l may have to get some later, but now I read by either daylight or artificial light without any inconvenience.” “Tell me something about Forrest, Mr. Langdon,” I asked him; "some mecdotes, if you can think of any.” “There are so many,” he replied, “that it Is hard to think where to begin. One that has been told often, and sometimes attributed to other people, really occurred while I was present, A young actor was rehearsing a part, but did net seem to grasp the proper meaning of the lines. Forrest firally lost his patience, and after rehearsing the scene for the young man with all his tragic power, turned to him and exclaimed: There, that's the way it ought to be done—why don’t you do it like that?* “If I could do it like that, Mr. Forrest,* the

actor replied, T wouldn’t be working for six do) lare a week.’ “Forrest was a bad sailor, aed once, when we were making a water trip between two coast towns, the sea became choppy and the governor had to go below, where he suffered all the misery of seasickness. Finally he sent for the captain to come to his state-room. “‘How much is this old tub of yours worth?* he groaned as the skipper appeared. “T don’t know exactly, Mr. Forrest,’ was the reply; *why do you ask?* “‘Because I want to buy it and chain it up to a rock where it can’t move,* roared Forrest. “E. L. Davenport was one of the greatest actors this country ever produced,’’, continued Mr. Langdon. “For versatility he has never had an equal; he could do a song and dance with as much grace as any specialist in that line, and turn round and play Hamlet and Brutus with almost any of them. Davenport was a great guyer; his nature was sunny and he loved fun. Lawrence Barrett was the antithesis of • Davenport; dignity and austerity were his most marked characteristics, Davenport was playing Brutus to Barrett’s Cassius on one occasion. In the first act of tho play Brutus says to Cassius. “Till then, my noble friend, chew upon this.* At this point Brutus and Cassius clasp hands. As their hands' met, Cassius felt something soft and mushy being squeezed into his hand by the noble Brutus. A slimy substance oozgd through his fingers and dropped off on the floor; it was a ripe tomato, which Brutus had given Cassius to ‘chew upon.’ Barrett could not resist the ridiculousness of the situation, and had to turn his back to the audience to hide his laughter.” Effie Germon —dashing, laughing, laughter-mak-ing Est. a Germon, of the Wallack Stock Company, and many other metropolitan companies—is a recent guest of the home. “They say I’m too suort for grandes dames,” said Miss Germon; “and of course I know my time has passed for soubrettes, although I feel as young as I did at thirty, and would like to wort, but they won’t let me; so here I am, and it’s a mighty fine place to be, under the circumstances. I’m only sixty (she doesn't look more than forty-five) and I come of a long-lived family. My mother, who died only a few weeks ago, was eighty-seven, and my aunt, Mrs. Elizabeth Saunders, is still living in San Francisco, at the age of ninety-one. She is probably the oldest player, male or female, alive. One of the lively boys of the home is Charles Gonzales, who is a youngster of seventy-six. Mr. Gonzales had a Spanish father and an Irish mother, so he says he doesn’t know whether he is an Irish Spaniard or a Spanish Irishman. Mr. Gonzales amuses himself with palette and brush, and his room contains many water colors done by his hand. Besides this, he is manager of the “Home Quartette,” and with Mesdames Morton, Brennan and Campbell contributes musical evenings for the pleasure of thp other guests. « Since the home was opened there have been admitted altogether eighty-one guests. Os this number thirty have died, and twenty have returned to their families or friends, but are still provided for by the fund. The fund does not demand that one should go to the home in order to receive assistance; it is purely a matter of choice, and aid Is given the needy outside the home, as well as within. There are at present over seventy persons outside the home who are being cared for by the fund. Strange to say, the home has never been filled to its capacity, the th.ity-one inmates now there being the largest number it has ever contained. There are accommodations for nineteen more, with no further appifcattooA

wmr HE WANTED WIFE’S LIKENESS Photographer Is Asked to Straighten Out Nose, Push in Ears, Remove Squint and Freckles. “I have come to get my wife photographed,” said the determined-look-ing man as he entered the studio, fob 'owed by a meek-looking woman. “You can make one look grand, sir, »an’t you?” “Certainly, sir,” replied the pho--ographer; “that is past of my busb «ess, you know.” “Well, my wife fell out of the window last year and broke her nose. You can straight it out, i suppose?” “Certainly, sir.” “And you can push in her ears so that she won’t look so much like a rabbit?” “Oh. I think so.” “And what about the squint in her left eye?” “Oh, I can touch It up with Indian ink.” “And the freckles?” “They won’t appear on the picture at all.” “And will the hair be red?” “Oh, no!” “Well, you can go ahead. Sit down there, Maria, and try to look pleasant” Slim Chances for Her. * A missionary who was making his way through a oackwoods region came upon an old woman sitting outside a cabin. He entered upon a religious talk and finally asked her if she didn’t know there was a day of ludgment coming. “Why, no,” said the old lady. “I hadn't heerd o’ that. Won’t there be more’n one day?” “No, my friend; only one day,” was ’lie reply. “Well, then.” she mused, “I don’t reckon I can get to go, for we’ve only got one mule, and Johis always has to go everywhere first.”—National Monthly. Hard Luck. “Good morning, Dr. Squiller.”—. “Good morning. Mr. Tympax.” “Do you remember officiating at my wedding about six months ago?” “Why, certainly.” “And when I gave you $25 as a wedding fee you seemed pleased." “So I was.” “Well, if you have a spark of feeltag in your breast, you will refund me at least $25.50 of that amount. My wife has run away with a chauffeur.” Value of Knowledge. Officer (at distance judging practice! —Well, have you learned anything new today? Private —Yes, sir; if you takes the bolt out of the barrel and a man just fits inside he’s 300 yards away. Officer —And what is there remarkable about that? Private (after consideration) —Nothin’, ’cept that I din’t know it before.— Punch. JUST PAID WIFE’S BILLS. The Young Man —®o you think a man could marry when he’s getting 25? The Older Man—ls it’s twenty-five million, yes. Unchanged. “I met Dunkey today for the first time for years. He hasn't changed much." “Oh, he hasn’t changed at all, but he doesn’t seem to realize IL” “How do you mean?” “Oh, he’s forever talking about ’what a fool he used to be.”’—Red Hen. How Poems Are Written. “Your ode to Niagara is the real thing. I felt that way when I first saw the falls.” “1 have never seen the falls,” explained the poet “1 got the idea from reading a railway booklet.” Serious Part of It. “Mabel was so worried for fear all aoout her coming marriage to a milUonarle would got In the papers.” “Did it?” “No. That la why she is so much mere worried now.”

COULDN’T REPEAT THOUGHTS Newly Married Man Would Not Tel 1 Wife What He Was Thinking of* When He Missed Train. “Alfred," she asked, cuddling up tc him, “do you tell me all youi thoughts?” “Why do you ask that, you foolisi little girl?" “Because I love you so. You prom ised that you would tell me every thing. Do you?" “Oh, you wouldn’t want me to tel) you everything, would you?” She drew away from him in sudden fright. Her worst suspicions were verified. •“You are deceiving me!” she ex claimed. “You—” “No, no, my dear, don’t think that I wouldn’t deceive you for the world.” “You have just admitted that you don’t tell me all your thoughts." “Well, there are some that —" “Don’t! Don’t!” she cried. “You are going to lie. I hate lies the worst of all things. I—” Her feelings overcame her, and she covered her face with her hands. “Don’t be silly,” he begged. “Silly!” she tragically replied. “Do you call it silly for me to refuse to be deceived?” “You are not deceived. I never— ’’ “You have just admitted that you have thoughts which you cannot tel) me!” “Oh, I could tell them to you; but 1 don’t think you would care to have me do so.” “Then what are they?" “They are the thoughts I think when I have to run to the station in the monfing owing to a late breakfast, and see the train moving out of the station." Not Always Welcome. “A man should never go anywhere when he has the slightest suspicio. that his presence is not desired.” “Perhaps,” replied Mr. Cumrox. “But a strict deference to that idea would have kept me away from many an important board of directors’ meeting.” WASN’T FRIGHTENED. A Z I CAvA.) V 7 V P / kA Nimrod —Gee! 1 wonder weddet dat’s a mockin’ boid or a bear! A Different Viewpoint. “What a long way you live from the railroad station. Farmer Stebbins." “Only two mi.es. How far do you live from the city station?" “Oh, I live right in the city, of course.” “But aow far from the station?” “Why, call it seven miles.” Ancestral Pride of the Future. “One of my forefathers was a signer of the declaration of independence.” “That is something,” replied Mrs. Voteby Gumm. “But think of the proud satisfaction with which my great-great-granddaughters will point to the fact that one of their foremoth ers was a militant suffragette.” Don’t Forget the Waiter. “Well, our vacation is over. W« leave for home today.” “I see the waiter has decorated our table with rosemary." “Rosemary, eh? Ah, yes; that’s sot remembrance." On the Continent. "Has Perry ever done anything tc add to the gayety of nations?" “Yes. He tries to speak French, German apd Italian when he is in those countries.” Appropriate. “The Comeups have got a country place, and now they tell me they have looked up their family tree." “It’s a gop&tree to go with a country placo, it is such a shady one.” Defined. Magis^fate —My good woman, is your husband’s abuse of you habitual or intermittent? Complainant—No, sir; it’s Just plain cussin*. Ten Minutes or So. “What are you doing f “I was just trying to compute the length of time it would take to exterminate the flies if they wore plumage fit to go on a woman’s hat.” Base Insinuations. “I have often seen your husband at church, madam, during the sermon inr a somnolent condition." "’Taint so? My husband is strictly temperance.” Cruel Retort. Miss Oldgirl—Now I know a great deal more about this place than you do. Let me give you a few wrinkles— Miss Pert—Certainly, for I see you have plenty to spare. xz

DEATH BEFORE 100 TEIRSISJOIGIDE Prof. Munyon Says Ignorance of Laws of Health Explains Early End of Life. NOTED SCIENTIST HAS ENCOURAGING WORD . FOR DESPONDENT MEN ANO WOMEN "Death before 100 years of age has been reached is nothing more or less than slow suicide. A man (or woman) who dies at an earlier age is simply ignorant of the laws of health.” Such was the original and rather startling statement made by Professor James M. Munyon, the famous Philadelphia health authority, who Is establishing health headquarters In all the large cities of the world for the purpose of getting in direct touch with his thousands of converts. Professor Munyon is a living embodiment of the cheerful creed he preaches. Virile, well poised, active and energetic, he looks as though he would easily attain the century age limit which he declares Is the normal one. He said: “I want the people of the world to kpow my opinions on the subject of health, which are the fruit of a life-time devoted to healing the sick, people of America. There isn’t a building in this city big enough to house the people In this State alone who have found health through my methods. Before I get through there won't be a building big enough to house my cured patients in this city alone. V*l want, most of all. to talk to the sick people—the Invalids, the discouraged ones, the victims of nerve-wearing, bodyracking diseases and ailments—for are the ones to whom the message of hope which I bear will bring the greatest blessing. “I want to talk to the rheumatics, the sufferers from stomach trouble, the ones afflicted with that noxious disease, catarrh. I want to tell my story to the women who have become chronic Invalids as a result of nervous troubles. I want to talk to the men who are ‘all run down,’ whose health has been broken by overwork, Improper diet, late hours and other causes, and who feel the creeping clutch of serious, chronio illness. “To these people I bring a story of hope. I can give them a promise of better things. I want to astonish them by showing the record of cures performed through my new system of treatment. “I have taken the best of the ideas from all schools and embodied them in a new system ot treatments individually adapted to each particular case. I have no ‘cure alls.’ but my present method of attacking disease Is the very best thought of modern science. The success which I have had with these treatments in this city and all over America proves its efficacy. Old methods must give away to new medical science moves. I know what tpy remedies are doing for humanity (everywhere. I know wnat they will do for the people of this city. Let me prove my statements—that’s all I ask.” The continuous stream of callers and mall that cornea to Professor James M. Munyon at his laboratories. Fifty-third and Jefferson streets. Philadelphia. Pa., keeps Dr. Munyon and his enormous corps of expert physicians busy. Professor Munyon makes ho charge for consultation or medical advice: not a penny to pay. Address Prof. J. M. Munyon, Munyon’s Laboratories. Fifty-third and Jefferson streets. Philadelphia, Pa. His Future Expenditures. Among the most frequent requests that go to the United States senate are those asking some prominent member to give money to charity organizations, hospitals and other philanthropic undertakings. One day a charity worker asked Senator, Flint of California, who Is not a wealthy man, to give a large sum of money tor a free ward in one of the hospitals. “I am sorry that I cannot comply with your request," said the senator gravely; “but, judging from the number of similar demands that have been made upon me in the past, I have decided that I can promote a greater charity. The vast amount ot money spent on hospitals in this town convinces me that thousands of people are going to die and be buried without flowers. Hereafter, I. shall devote my spare money exclusively to sending flowers to the dead." —The Sunday Magazine. A Reply Wa» Revised. “They have grown very touchy on Alaskan matters in the interior department since the trouble of the Cunningham claims,” said a coal man the other day. “I had occasion some time ago to write to the department about an Alaskan subject that had no bearing on the situation. I have just received an answer that does not commit anybody, but it had, on it the initials of nt least six persons, showing that the reply had been thoroughly considered and revised before it was started la my direction. I gues they are on the lookout for bombs.” A Senate of Lawyers. In the senate of the United States there are 61 lawyers, five bankers, eight business men, four fanners, three journalists, two mine operators, two manufacturers, one author, one doctor and four members whose callings are not given. Os the four farmers, two are from the same state, South Carolina They are Tillman and Smith. The lawyers clearly outnumber all others. A cold on the chest weakens your hings. Tubercular Germs attack the weak spots. Keep your lungs strong by curing colds quickly with Hamlins Wisaid Oil and you will not get Consumption. Accept your limitations. Seize your opportunities. Enjoy the good of the hour. Improve the bad and If you fail, let it drop—J. S. Blackie, Mrs. Wtoslow*s Soothing Byrup fur ChtMreu teething, softena the gnnie, reducee Uon. allays pain, cures wind colic. Me a bottla And many a man makes a strenuous effort to recognise his duty so that ho will bo in a position to dodge 1L Do not yield to misfortunes, but moot them with fortitude.—Virgil