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BUFFALO SUNDAY MORNING NEWS: JANUARY .12, 1913. AP TAL I ZIN U-M 15 I analysis Is the thing you are aiming or collect It here and takes energy at such a time to manl ing nature, there?" Looking Cross. "My mama is excitable, very; my papa was a musician, very much temperament, and my husband, he goes up in the air piff! when little things go wrong. I tell him to wait one minute. It will be all right again." Is that tendency to be lenient and courteous the secret of your good looks?" I asked.

"Women who are cross look It. They cannot disguise ugly natures, and fretting never made life easy." Jeanne Mauborg is very tall and slender. She certainly wore her eyes when Bhe selected the shade af hair that coils about her head and droops a trifle over one temple, as there are the same glints in all. She seems to fit naturally In any environment. Ap parently she doesn't travel at crosB-purposes with atmosphere.

She would be as much at home In the proudest bor at the Metropolitan as In the top most aallerv. She has been' of the the ater -for-nearly a- score yet looks barely 80. When she sang In the opera at Bel gium King Leo rarely missed a night Her. associate in work there was Georeette LeBIanc. wife of Maurice Maeterlinck.

Later Mauborg was con nected with Covent Garden for five years. In Brussels and Covent Garden, as well as in the Metropolitan, I frequent-have heard the same old phrase, "Jeanne Is such a nice girl." We spoke of Madame Maeterlinck. "She Is Maeterlinck's best friend," said the prima donna, "and she Is a claver, wise woman. She has brains and she uses them much for him. He would be a lost baby with all his talent if it were not for Georgette.

She has an operetta, you have heard. She wants me much to sing with her in PariB, Nice, Monte Carlo, Vienna and other places. "I think you would say here, she is the power behind Maeterlinck. Oh, I live her very much," and she blew a kiss toward the celling. "Georgette Le Blanc, too, Is famous on the Continent for her rare good na ture," I ventured.

"Gladness or the power to" conceal the thoughts and acts that hurt Is religion with Georgette. She Is superior. She has a pleasant excuse for everything in life, and she is really a child at heart; but oh, with much ma turity In her head. "She keeps the world from Jarring on Maeterlinck. She saves him always because she loves him and she ad mires him." "Do women like to admire and love at the same time, the same thing? "I think so.

But if a woman finds a qualities in her Bhe needn't worry or get upset She must cling to the TITiV 1 XT nlltllAIlt a i nVi nr Jeanne Maubourg of the Metropolitan npera wearing a face without a wnnkie, a distinction remarkable in opera life and unique in private history. This story of a woman who never lost her temper save once is cot founded on her word alone; her consent was not necessary. Tma cap italized good nature of hers is an established fact recognized and dis rt-ussed by all opera singers in wifrussels, in Covent garden and in our own ODera set. and naturally a never- Hding-source-of-dehght" to those who know her oil-stage. is not a "sweet girl" without wit even if she has a loving disposi tion, but she was born with a Bunny glow and never wandered from the original design.

t.Her hair was so black it gave her a sense of tragedy that made her un comfortable, hence Bhe tinted it gold- ten in order to let the sunshine ooze rOut through the roota, l.lt is Btill yellow, the plan works, and a little touching up now and then 'keeps the radiance at the desired pitch and binds her life to the roots or mellow tones. Joy isn't a fine art with her; it is rather a habit that gives returns at once agreeable and not wearing to the system. It isn a case of mirth tnat -makes her extraordinary she is not that sort. She is not funny; she doesn't try to cheer one up; she lets "one attend to his business. But whether that business Is connected "with her or foreign to her she is sympathetic if she knows, and pleasant whether she is told or not.

If things go contrary to her liking or wish she shuts up; if she can't "Ptnile with her mouth she smiles with 'her eyes. Fine, burden-lifting eyes, too. That is why she is unusual. In talking with other singing experts of the Metropolitan I was invariably confronted with a nice phrase about Jeanne Maubourg, and so I hunted up the directors, the impresarios, the publicity head of the Metropolitan, to there was a legitimate excuse for woman always having good things said abut her. There was plenty of evidence.

No one ever had seen Jeanne cross -w peeved or Jealous or spiteful or for things not on the program. A Method of Revenge. The singer had established a rec-6rd. And she done it consciously, philosophically, egotistically, carelessly, maliciously? "Was it her way of getting revenge? iTWaa she a subtle, sly person? Was 'he by Instinct a missionary? Was it fter method of uplift? Was she writing a book, laying low, observing human frailties, emotions, only to diagnose them for material gain? went to her apartment in Forty-ninth street to find out Of course, I had talked with her before; for instance, when she first arrived and was, oh, so homesick, so out of drawing with New York life, unacquaintej with the language, food and with people that in despair she went to bed oaeh night at 9 o'clock. She was lone-ay and listened only for the curfew.

And I crossed once on the same ship 'With her, and she was seasick and pathetic, her long, slender form" and graceful head rarely leaving the ruBhions and rugs of her deck chair. She didn't curse the captain, the boat, 'the crew, but the fact she refrained didn't appeal to me as a mark of and well poised inner joy, as it 'Womcn Who are Cross Look It; a Nasty Nature Cannot Be Disguised," Is a Bit of the Philosophy of This Metropolitan Opera Star. come home at the time nrnminpd' rr with your milliner over something or timer: "No, I have other dresses and hats to see me through such "Did you inherit this peaceful, lov- things that appeal to4ieran441nd-ma4rhance-tcrwoTk outalllhere la inTierT Mme. Jeanne Maubourg. for.

Maubourg scarcely moved as she talked, but had a way or sending her words over, and sne aura lauga with her throat she did it with her eyes at the idea of being talked to about her disposition. Her long figure is one of grace and she doesn't droop even in repoBe. She still holds onto something that Is within her. She might be early Egyptian or late Fifth avenue she has the lines and the head. Would you worry If you were fat and lost your wonderful figure; If you couldn't becomingly wear tne gowns of today?" "I wanted to be fat once, but I couldn't get my wish, so I gave It up.

It doesn't matter. I am content." Papa Rebelled. "If you were so fat you couldn't sing without being threatened with apoplexy?" 1 I'd go in for the drama and train dowtrljy-hard workwhatyoucall stands for a night only. I always wanted to be an actress. I was once, in Brussels, and I may be again.

Ger-aldine Farraris a great actress, very great." In the beginning didn't you have a struggle? Didn't you cry yourself to sleep nights and declare tnat everybody was given a chance except you that all parts were cnosen for others?" 'I? Oh, ho! How could she Im plored. 'I thought ail Deginners naa to start in turmoil and strife, tried by fire and sword," I returned. It was easy for me. My papa was a conductor, and I made him find a place for me. He rebelled at first.

He wanted me to stay home. What happened?" I walked in one day and told papa to hear my voice. He did, and 1 was engaged. If he had not arranged to have me accepted I would have found some one who would." Would you have reproached him In a farewell to the old home?" "Not at all. That would have meant nothing I would have demonstrated in another way that I knew what I was talking about and that I was in earnest about seeking the work I had in mind." It is obvious that being good-natured neither sidetracks nr defeats a definite purpose.

If life hurts now and then there are no scars to -show for it. Maubourg doesn't intrude her doe trine of peace upon the world. She doesn't preach it, but If you approach her you will discover she makes no mystery of It. She is human, that's all, and good to look at, be with, thing on. She never says she hasn't been given She knows better.

If others gather in more laurels, more power to them, says she. When I went out I stopped to ask the doorman what his private and per-slon opinion was of Mile. Maubourg, confidentially, of course. He took off his hat. "She's a fine lady," said he.

"She always looks at me and Bays 'good morning or 'good No Jury would be out long with all the evidence in front of It. It would without hesitation unanimously con vict Jeanne Maubourg of having the finest Broadway disposition out of captivity, of ripe strawberries, with abundance of sugar and cream. Of course, every boy and girl was there. When they had finished tbe superintendent said: "Have you all had a good time. "Yes.

sir. thank you!" came from a hundred grateful, happy lads and lasses. "Could you eat any more?" asked Mr. Grayson. "No.

thank you. sir." renlied the scholars. Now," said the genial superintend ent, "suppose you had gone into my garden and taken those strawberries without my leave. Would you have enjoyed them so much?" oh, no, sir!" shouted all the bairns at once. 'Why not?" asked Mr.

Grayson. No reply. So he put the Question again, but still there was no reply. At last one dear little chappie put up his hank he knew the right answer. "Well?" said Mr.

Grayson, looking hard at Georgie Marsden. Then Georgie replied so winsomely: "Please, teacher, we shouldn't 'ave ad any sugar and cream wl' em." Tit-Bits. Bits of Bitter Sweet, A pessimist is a man whose warm friends are all dead. After all, life' would "be mighty monotonous without its illusions. It's a good plan to forgive your enemy, especially if he has you down.

No woman Is thoroughly happy unless she has a few friends who can't afford to dress quite as well as she can. Tomorrow only exists in the Imagination. Money can get a man Into almost as much trouble as It can get him out of. -r-New York Times. American millionaire supplies the leitmotif Is "My Friend Teddy" at Max Reinhardt's Kammerspiele theatre, which is now in its second year'e run.

The play docs not deal with Col. Roosevelt, ss many people think, but concerns the matrimonial adventures of a Yankee plutocrat In hih Parisian (society. Teddy is the nickname of the millionaire, who is delightfully interpreted by Hnns Wassmann. The third American millionaire piny, which hns a distinctively transatlantic title, "The Cloud-Scratchflrs (a lo'-al Idiom for skyscrapers,) was produced at the fir.hiller theater in CharlnttMilMirK. The piece Ib a mar-In fitrro.

which has too much of burteMinp to he tnk(n seriously, even ns a comedy, but German audiences liM to eeo Americans ptcturpd as buffoons, snd "Th ('lond-Kcratchers will undoubtedly roveru drawing- pow- era--Ntw Y'rk Tunes. iest a violent regard lor things, a commodity not found In a seasick hneup. Not Always Happy. "Jeanne Maubourg," I began when seated in her apartment, "would you mind turning your face so It will be In the light the full light? Very good. Are you always happy?" "No.

Who is?" she returned. "It is said of you you never are ill-tempered you are always pleasant." "As to that, yes. I think it is true." "That you are not "Oh, but I am. I would be" "I mean jealous professionally." "That I am not I never was. But where my heart is filled -I mean, where I love I am jealous, oh, very much." "Have you ever had a real heart-ache-ever lost an affection you wanted to hold?" "Ah, no! I hold onto what I want.

I don't expect more than can be given. I wouldn't want it. That would be an unnecessary responsibility "Then you weigh affections?" "I do not no. But I don't want to possess any that are not for me. Why do you ask?" "Simply to find the working basis of a good disposition.

Mile. Maubourg, did you never lose your temper?" Two minutes of absorption, recollection, meditation or deliberation. "I think not. Did No. Oh, yes.

Once I was very angry and there was so much exciteme5s4jjjpver let go again. I hold onto myself now and forget." us all about it. Don't spare yourself. This investigating commission is in earnest." "I had a maid once. She was very willing and a good needlewoman.

She kept my clothes always in repair and always, took care of me. She was a fine maid, and I said to her 'I never will be without One day my mamma said "to me: 'Jeanne, your maid Is not good any more. You must let me tell her to go "I said, you make a mistake. Leontine is Mamma told me the maid was wearing my dresses and ctockings. She had found them the night before in her room.

I sent for the maid and told her she must go at once. She replied, 'But madame wishes to keep me forever. I will stay with madame foreyer.V I Insisted sha must leave because she had deceived me and because I couldn't wear the clothes any more; it really would be too expensive to keep her. She Would Not Qo. "All she did was to declare she would not ra.

'Yes, you will I said, 'and you'll go this minute. I didn't know exactly how I was to send her off when she wouldn't stir, but I told her I would count 100 and she must be hurrying when I finished. While I counted I thought and thought. I had not been very long in New York and had taken only a few lessons in English. "When I sa.d '100 she was looking me hi the eyes and crying 'I will stay with madame I went to the 'Hello' I told Central I wanted a policeman, Just one, but he must be big and strong and ready to do what I asked.

"While I waited the maid sat on' the floor and cried, and he was there when the policeman called. "I told him how naughty she had been and that I couldn't trust her nlcus, who ought to have been emperor, and would i have been if the Praetorian Guard3 hadn't hoi'ned in. Britannicus died. The coroner said it was heart failure, or infantile paralysis, he wasn't sure which. Shortly thereafter this cor jier resigned and set to work building a large steam-heated villa in the suburbs of Rome.

For a yoar or two Nero did pretty well as emperor. At least, people thought so when they compared that time with what came afterward. Then he fell into the toils of an affinity whose name was Poppaea Sabina. She was married to a man with whom Nero used to come home from the club, but that made no difference. The emperor divorced his wife, Octavla, but some trouble arising over the question of alimony, he sent a Praetorian Guard around to assassinate her a year or two later.

Acted Hit Own Plays. Now Nero, in addition to his other unlovely qualities, was very proud of his achievements in a literary way. He wrote poems and plays, and then he acted the plays himself, while the courtiers sat around and told him that aistophanes, Aeschylus and Euripides would have to be retired to the ten-twenty-thirty houses when the managers got a squint at his manuscripts. "As for Shakespeare," they said, "you make him look like a ham." It seems queer that they Bhould have known about Shakespeare, considering the fact that he wasn't born till 1500 years later, but they were far-seeing courtiers. And then old Nero would slap on a laurel wreath and prance out in the middle of the stage and make a curtain speech, just like De Wolf Hopper, while Poppaea Sabina, in a box right next the stage, tossed roses and murmured in a perfectly audible tone, "Really, his acting Is superb and what a figure!" Now, Poppaea Sabina did not like Agrippina.

Nero didn't like either, for she was Inclined to be bossy, and fancied that just because she had put him In line for the throne she should be treated with gome consideration. So whp.n Poppapa came around one day and ruffled his hair and tickled him under the chin and aKked him in her prettiest way to please Rive h'r Agrippina's sralp he consented. He invited his mother to come out and spend a wopk end with him at his country pi are outside of Knm and then, the Praetorian Ciiiards worn busy shooting craps to firride who shorn'; be the npxt em 1' ior, bf hird a of boy bandits to kill th! old hxty wiih ntfnt af'H. The Dy of thtj Dig Fire, in the yar NVro hnrrird Home Yon all know kH oh liia own front porch whiU tlif. fjj-p v-hh on playing thje nMmioiin, rolling vci, AN UNCONVENTIONAL BIOGRAPHY OF NERO NIGHT WORKERS LEAD TOPSY-TURVY LIVES ft But When They Have Satisfied Their Neighbors' Curiosity They Wouldn't Change Lots With the Day Worker.

Can See All the Ball Games. "My Hair Was Black, 1 Felt Tragic; I Changed the Color to Yellow, I Have Been Mellow Ever Since," Declares Madame Jeanne Maubourg. any more. He was pleasant and wanted her to go with him and stop crying, hut she wouldn't and she wouldn't even stand up. So he picked her up and carried her out and all the time she was waving her feet and arms.

He lost his hat at -he door and of his own manufacture and urging the firemen to pour gasoline on the flames. Several fellows against whom he held grudges were presidents of insurance companies, It seems, and it looked for a while as If they would be stripped of their last sesterce. (This is a coin, not an undergarment.) These ingenious men, however, got together and declared that the fire was an act of Zeus, and Nero was so flattered that he let them go. Rome, however, was getting pretty sore, and so were the Praetorian Guards. They were rough, case-hardened men and it mare them mad to have to break up a poker game and come In and listen to an epic poem all evening.

Then his domestic affairs were something of a scandal, even for Rome. Poppaea made him sore one night by telling him that his interpretation of Hamlet was a joke, and he murdered her. Then he washed his hands, put on a new laurel wreath and went out to propose to Antonia, daughter of the late Emperor Cladius. She scorned bis attentions, so he had her killed and married a woman named Statillia Messalina, having killed her husband. His expenditures were enormous, and In 65 there was a rebellion.

It was put down, and the philosopher, Sen- NEWSBOYS TO JAMES H.OWEFE, PRESIDENT. The Buffalo Newsboys' Benevolent and Athletic association is planning to have their annual ball at Kim wood Music hall next Tuesday evening, January 14. The officers of Iho association are bending every effort toward making th 1b affair the best ever conducted by the city's newsboys and they are receiving the loyal mipTmrl of all members in this endeavor. Good music and ebhorate decorations among tho good thlnzs prnmipnd thoao v-hr a'trnd and l.h affair is expect-ed io uoo BMii-fflirtory to all. I followed him out in the street with it and put it on his head.

"I never saw her again and when I came back to the house that day I thought to myself that one experience of such a kind was enough. "I said to mama, 'You hire the eca, who had predicted such a brilliant future for Nero, was among those put to death. In 68 there was another rebellion; the Spanish and Gallic legions revolted and the Praetorian Guards joined In. Nero fled from Rome and committed suicide four miles from the city, which was altogether the most popular and praiseworthy thing he had done since be came to the throne. Kaaeas City Star.

A Post-lmpresslonlst Poem. The snaky twlllgbt crawls and clanks; A scarlet shriek thrusts home; The Jig-saws snap among tbe Where, J-jfih and loud, plastic, proud, The coupons crowd Along the road to Rome. Acrid, essential, winged with eyei, The powdered plummet drops; Tbe beldame's bonnet drawls and dies, And, foul or fair, Calm Neverwhere Inscribes his square Amid the malt and hops. Oh! anguish of the slaughtered shaft. That skims the sullen looms! Ob! vaguely vaunted overdraft! Ob, savage spin 7 Of twain and twin, While out and In The shapeless secret booms.

London Punch. terial in others or In the world in gen eral for fuller enjoyment or develop ment Merely It wasn't In the manner of one who thinks she is expressing a thing for the first time that Jeanne Maubourg; took the leading part In this conversa tion. Neither did she speak as a wom an who was vastly impressed with the utterances. Merely obliging, that's all, She didn't wave her arms In anima tlon nor beam her joy of living. Being happy Isn't a pursuit of it Is a conservative state and she is willing to make the most of the part if the body beats a carpet The thing starts and Just as you are getting used to It, starts again.

That's the worst of it. It's almost as bad when they're putting In a load of coal. That Is the same kind of a come-and-go noise." Aside from dances and things of that sort, the night worker's range of entertainment Is as large as that of the day worker. If he is fond of the theater he has two matinee davs a week to Indulge In that diversion. There are always plenty of concerts in the afternoon and plenty of lectures and meetings for the serious minded.

Over and above all, he has one big advantage he can go to the ball game without trying to salve his conscience or to trump up an excuse that will hold water. He can sit on the bleachers or in the grandstand, serenely conscious of his rectitude and without fear that the boss may be taking an afternoon off. Boston Herald, No Sugar and Cream, A Sunday-school superintendent determined, in the kindness of his heart, to give a big treat to all the boys and girls in the Sunday-school. His garden was a large one, and this year the strawberry crop was rich snd abund ant; so he told the children that if they came to the schoolroom on the following evening (Monday) each- of them Would have given them a plate maids after this; they will be your property only lend, them to me when you think 1 need I do not like scenes off the stage, and when one loses his temper he makes scenes." "Weren't you ever angry with your dressmaker if a certain dress didn't He Will Need It The temperance reformer was Justly proud of having converted the biggest drunkard in a little Scotch -town, and induced him he was the local grave-digger to get on the platform and spout his experiences. "My friends," he said, "I never, never thocht to stand upon this platform with the provost on one side of me and the toon clerk on th' ither side of me.

I never thocht to tell ye that for a whole month I haven't touched a drap of anything. I've naved enough to buy me a braw oak coffin wi' brass handles and brass nails and if I'm a teetotaler for anither month I shall be wantin' It!" Newark Star. Turkish 8tamps. Because of a passage In the Koran forbidding the making of Images, Turkish postage stamps have no picture, but bear Instead the sign manual of the sultan, which la, In fact, an impresaion of his Imperial hand. This si nature is said to have had its origin with the Sultan Murad who, on completing a treaty with the Italian republic of Ragusa In 1S66, and being unnhle to sign his name, applied ink to his open hand and slapped it upon the parchment.

Indianapolis News. It really seems as though a woman can get sick every time the doctor needs the money. OFFICERS OF NEWSBOYS' BENEVOLENT AND ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION. Michael Algase 1 DANCE NEXT TUESDAY EVENING Of all the tough old Birds who ever -juled in Rome and there were some nighty tough ones there at one time nd another the worst was the -ptror No.ro. He was an incendiary, an actor a poet and a ladykiller, causing 'bis mother, two wives and a girl who Aurned him down to be put to death.

-He was also an undesirable citizen and a malefactor of great wealth. When he first came Into the world, mother, who was no better than l)e should have been if what the said was true, christened, or rather paganed, him L. Domitius iAhenobarbus. "But Mrs. Ahenobarbus was a social Timber, and after her first husband rried some said she put rough-on--rats in his coffee, but there is no proof 3of that she set her cap at her uncle, And Claudius was Captured.

Now, Uncle Claudius, as you probably do not remember, was emperor -sf the unholy Roman empire at that and was old enough to have tnown better. He had a son old enough to be in high school and had 1'cen married three times to some of -the swiftest members of the Roman smart set. But he fell for Agripplna made her empress. he took 'her rowdy son, and instead of send-rrng hira to the reform school, or getting him a Job in a packing house, he adopted him and changed his name to Nero Claudius Caesar Drusus Germanl-cus. Nero was sent to school to a wise old tutor named Seneca, who regarded him a most promising pupil.

nhe boy learned rapidly, never put 'tacks fn Seneca's chair and made himself generally agreeable. He even pretended to be interested fn philosophy, "vhich won the old man's heart com-''etcly. v. Well, in the course of time the lpvror Claudius died. He went the route, and Agrippina's was tiie hfid that slipped him the knockout 'jfoiiH.

She wanted to see hr son on throne, and the Praetorian guards, fl'r'Hi; or militia whose principal busi-n- wan disturbing the peace and iri fairs- which were none of f.n -n- made Nero emporor, 1 nsirt Claudius' son. Itrit- Vv.ihhs. Nero, as has ben said and Sener-a was only person from whom he bad Kn how Agrippina hr husband off afier she was wi'h Ui "tj nut how easy it v. up fhe grand jury after- -k a From Mamma. 1 R-uM "iid fn I Juet h-- and 1 1 --'f lhf for rI a voting iirjUn- The nightworker Is viewed aa a sort i of social anomaly.

People want to i know all about him. They ask him how he sleeps, how he eats, how he amuses himself and whether his wife isn afraid to be alone. The nieht- worker's business Is seemingly everybody's business. tuven the children nuxzied hv him. Here Is a colloauv between the little boy next door and an employe of a morning newspaper which indicates the general line of inquiry: It happened that the newspaper man was cutting his grass on a summer afternoon when the -diminutive Interrogation point strolled over.

"Why," he aaked with the directness of extreme youth, "don't you work like my papa?" "How About Winter." "I do," answered the suspected' one. But why don't you work now?" "Because I work at night." "What do you work at in the night?" "I work on a paper." "What kind of a paper?" By that time the witness was becoming a bit exasperated. To put an end to futher crosa-examinalion he remarked: "I work on the fly paper." Not at all abashed, the future prosecuting attorney paused a moment and then, with new inspiration: "Well, what do you do in the winter time?" That dialogue Is only a sample of scores in which the night worKer has to take part Nobody would think of doubting a man who labors while the sun is still up, tout those who toll in the dark of the moon must give and account or memseives. "How do you sleep?" is the question which Is most often put by those of Inquiring minds. The difficulty wns placed before a patrolman who was strolling along his beat early the other morning.

The bluecoat looked at his questioner dubiously and then glunced towards a patrol box. Finally when he had ascertained that it was merely a matter of Information, he lowered his voice confidentially. "How Do You Sleep?" "First of all," he remarked. "I take off my clothes. Then I climb VUo a TiiKht shirt and than into bed.

I place my had carefully on the pillow, close my ayes and hrfi he paused im- "go to sleep," Mis whs a hordf-nded case, Tt ifn't as stmplf as that for everybody. The gentle art of nlfptng In the daytime it net one that can be arjulnd hv vryon, It is a sort of gift. firs numbers of ppnplft who have trinl it and bav failed miserably. "It Ifn't the Mme kind of lfvp." a lh precision heard perhaps the most often. That, simply mppns )r It not so sound and Unit.

nvr St tier-firy than that of (hr differ on that lud. "Von mU'ht run freight, train over the floor up" air pvpla hied a nU-ht oh man. 'T ivoy Mn't turn nn pu1-biih. My only kirk rmet in jfr-oe- OUR MILLIONAIRES ON BERLIN STAGE Eccentric Type of American Plutocrat Figures in Three Popular Farces Now Running in German Capital A GEORGE J.HU5BAED. VJCE.FJSE31DE.MT.

Ml AHO, I The American millionaire, chiefly of the eccentric type, Is the most popular dramatic theme of the current season. No fewer than three plays In which he Is the central figure are now running at Berlin theaters. The lateHt is "The Exchange Lieutenant." at the Royal theatre. It doala wiih the vagaries of a transatlantic nioppy king, who comrs to Kuropc with his daughter, a "dollar prlnocsa," to fnaiify hnr ambition to tniirry a gunrdsmati in thn KMwr's army. The mllll'inatre htmnclf turns out to he Bn p'fiirtivo ndmlrr of royalty l'i gcncial, and of the KhIrt in r.r-th'tilfir a typn-vhlrh rrvi frequently nuts serosa amnnpt American viRUorn in chporfnlly co-opr-tniies I hie daughter in goMlns rid of her flitfl lovo, a plln American hnni- iran, and capturing hand into 1 he success in which the.