The evening world. Newspaper, June 6, 1901, Page 10

ON’T-KNOCK CLUB. By FRANK PARKER. NO. 5—-THE SALOON SMASHER. DPWdAO o> SIDPPRIGIDS.HH.D-HPSOOD THE WORLD: THURSDAY EVENING, JUNE 6, 10U1. one Ree NO. 14,634. Published by the Press Pub! Entered at the Post-Omc WHAT ishing Company, 83 to 63 PARK ROW, New York. © at New York as Second-Class Mail Matter. YOU SEE WHEN YOU SCRATCH Prof. Herron’s letter to the Council of the Congregational Church deals with himself, his two wives, bis children, hi breathes high moral ce! rage. Goccccccccocey of domesticity that ever trundled a baby-carriage or filled a milk- hottle. new wife: But we ask for no vindication; we can expect none. If the chasm into which we have been swept together closes In about us, we shall not murmur, nor Judge our judges, nor seek for mercy, nor ask any one to defend us or We face the fact that if we Join our lives In this We shall accept stand by us or with us, chasm we condemn ourselves in the eyes of the world. ee ee tiowv saloon men used to catch it when I twirled my trusty hatchet! How I pasted good old Demon Rum until his heart was sore! But drinks, both still and fizzible, may keep right on being visible, For the Knock is growling knock-kneed/and ain't knocking any more. AOS. THE He Makes Goo-Goo Eyes. Dear Mra. Ayer Tam a young lady employed tn busl- ress, and there is a man who tries to 2 PERPLEXITIES OF LOVER SOLVED BY HARRIET HUBBARD nd not been looking | ad not hal 4 of your | don't we both got the regu. s AYER. nh more than of any other man, and I think that he thinks Just as much of With a twinkle in her eye the nun sald but he doesn’t say so. My parents want me to go around with a young man without being sure he loves opinion, if this man thinks hin me. In {t proper for me to ank him first gentleman he would try not to annoy If you yy to walt? A TROUBLED HEART, - any ladies. Please advise me. 1. R. S. nowho trh | FIVE the man time, my dear child, Twas a ltt girl I went to HE! We Sacred Heart Convent. One morning one of my compantons In- formed the religieuse that T had been looking around ali during the Litany. 1 stood shaking in my shoes, for my tell- tale comrade had volunteered the truth. The madam looked at the informer, and sald: “How do you know?" Whereupon she replied, “I saw her!” 4 Se NEW YORK TYPES. § OR HOME ae: DRESSMAKERS. eyes you will » noyaree you hy \ G and don't, for pity's sake, usurp hin right “of asking a queation which he alone should put to the girl | he wants to marry If the man really cares for you he will be perfectly certain to let you know ft when, tn hia mind, the proper time han come. She 2 Lote of Chances, Dear Mra Ayer I got acquainted not long ago with a young man. [think uch of him I have lots of chances, but I think of The Evening World's Daily Fashion Mint. To cut this misses’ blouse w: or a} miss of fourte material 21 inches wide, or wide, with 1-2 yard of tucking 18 tne wide will be required; to cut the mis five-gored skirt for a cars of are, 3 yards “8 yards of | The Politician. This ward politician is hold- nz down A fat little oftice in Gotham town. deveted to voting. though rates be small, And his richest hauls come from City Hall, At the beststeak dinners he's much a. stake, And tiAugh not on th: square he's still on the ak i) ) yy) hy! He's this condemnation with open eyes and deliberate purpose, willingly paying the uttermost farthing exacted, for the truth which the world cannot touch or take away, efter it has done its worst. For we shall feel that we are standing for the liberty of countless millions of unborn souls when we stand for the truth of our own souls, and pay the fullest price of our own berty. 0 Or this: I do not believe that the present marriage system {s sacred or good. rather seems to me to be the destruction of the liberty and love and truth which make life sacred and worth while. If love and truth are the basis of morality, then a marriage system which makes one human being the prop- erty of another, without regard to the well-being of elther the owned or the owner, seems to me to be the very soul of blasphemy and immorality. Or this: I did not desert my children. No father loves his children more than I. “THE SURFACE OF HERRON, ‘THE MARTYR.” |? views on |: love and liberty. It is eloquently written, It] ¢ It breathes de-|% votion to the ideal. It breathes that “spirit of 3 revolt,” that willingness to “defy the whole é world for love and right,” which fascinates even the tamest specimen ‘ For instance, read this “defi” on behalf of himself and his |‘ It But I have long held It a principle that children belong first to their mother. When such a separation takes place, !f the mother desires all the children, they are rightfully hers, and no considerate man would take one of them from her. When I turn from the desire of a father's heart to what is best for the | ‘ children themselves I think their choice of their mother would be wise; for they will have a good mother, and the life of a man given to the socialist revolution cannot fail to be more or less the life of an outcast, as the revo- lution Intensifies and arrays a ruling class against a working class in a final Issue and crisis. m Eloquent, isn’t it? But— Do you notice the self-absorption? Do you notice how grand a hero he thinks himself, how he feels that he is a target for the whole world? You realize, as you read, the enormous, the mon- strous egotism, the positive courting of martyrdom. Brush aside this egotism, serape away this shallow, if sincere, self-deception. And what are the facts? &. 2eeed, $ puT LooK ne-$ This man was and is the father 9f chil- NEATH THE ; dren. ? Worps ar ¢ THE MAN, 4 It is useless for him to plead that he has Oreeeeeeeseer provided for their material needs. It is in vain that he pleads his manly—manly !—self-denial in giving them up. It is in vain that he rants ahout love and liberty and ideal marriage. Herron writes himself down a coward, a deserter. Look at those children whose first need was @ father to teach, to guide, to train them. Took at those children brought into the avorld without their consent and now abandoned by him. Look at those children and see what prating selfishness is his talk about his higher duties and the social revolution. Instend of gadding about “dedicating” himself to the “uplifting of mankind,” why didn’t he stay at home and devgte himself to his first duty, the one he had promised God and man to fulfil—the duty of “uplifting” the only part of “mankind” for which he was respon- sible—his children, his offspring ¢ Why does he shirk and skulk from that duty? Because Duty—the fulfilment of his responsibility for his chil- YOU MAY HAVE KNOWN. , BY T. E.\ POWERS, L9G990O44-849.1.8-5 DO4PO2SLDG--59SO00880O00006-69829000O0O8 jase eu 060602008" (oie You even ~ See sucna rig QUIET FAMILY’ “Tt ts possible tht they do all their talking by r'wns; that they use the finger alphabet when say- ing. ‘Maggie, bring t..e milk, &c?" “The folks next door must be deaf and dumb, mamma. I have not heard even a pin drop since they moved In." very popular, however. See all the presents thelr frleads are bringing them this beautiful Sunday A afternoon." SS oe <> —“~_ 929992005004: “Oh, Usten to the band!” 288-3995 9BIAILPADEHIGEAIDSIOORL DDR ZIDIITIAOS: THE: KICKERS’ CLUB. IN REGULAR SESSION Week and have only Sunday to enjoy himself perhaps he would speak in a different tone, If people don’t pluy ba BBG Bv0-.91849-9.0.8-0-1 a game eye from reeciving theret half pound of assorted, high-grade ders. If we can't travel by some o' Kick Against Saloon Law. To the E1itor of The Evemng Worlt: I kick against the saloon lay. Card- playing Is going on in many saloons. [|ball or golf, where do they mo on Sun-| motive power at least let some dev! ‘am married eleven years to a man that |days, espectally boya? There ia only one] be perfected for catchinz all the ef spends his time and money in saloons. |answer, for they Gon't go to church. ac-| ders. At present my trusty eye cording to the ministers. They are either gambling or drinking In saloons. Now. 1 think playing innocent games isn't half as bad as these. c FL. Kick Against Many Stops. To the Editor of The Evening World: Concerning the suggestions for “L" stations at every four blocks, would Uke to say: Just Imagine a tr: ping every four blocks! It wo & week to get to Harlem from the Hat- tery. I live a mile and a half from 4 raliroad station over a country road and don’t complain. If people do not like walking, let them run, , FRANK L. Kick Againat jorance, To the Editor of Tae Evening World In Europe many persons are found who speak several languages, especial: ly on the continent. Here we scarcely know a word of any tongue but Engitsh. ‘They ought to teach languages in every public school (French and German) as compulsory. I kick against our ance, M. BLE Kiek Againat Cinders, To the Piitar of The Evening World Ian't coal about played out on “Li and suburban roads? To-day I nurse forms that function. Thereat I kick, ARTHUR PAYNE BELSTON} Kick Aga’ Ferrics. To the EAltor of The Evening Wor! I kick against the fewness of | card-playing, and I have to work hard to Keep the ohildren in food and clothing, Mrs. A. H. Kick Agalmst “Kid Conductors. To the Editor of The Evening Worbt: Well, I have a very strong kick to make, Lately there are so many kids as conductors and matormen on the city atreet cars that I think {t 1s a disgrace. ‘To, think that many young, able-bodied men In this city (and voters at that) cannot get a Job. But you look at these kids and see how many voters you! will be able to find. I don't think you will be ble to find much more than ten out of 100 of these kids. I want some of the voters to wake up and kick hard for their rights, Also I want to hear from some of your readers. AN AMERICAN CITIZEN. Kick Against Paritantem. ‘To the Béjior of The Evening World: T have read with much interest your column of kicks. Therefore I want to add an extra one. Millionaire John C. Havemever can very easily get up In a pulpit and preach about breaking the Sabbath by playing golf and baseball, But (€ he had to work six daya tn the Picture Puzzle. boats. On the Cortlandt, Deabroeses many ather lines, boats go only: onces ten minutes, In consequence at the n& hours the crowd in tearful, Why ~ rin boats every tly. minutes? We are living in the elghteenth century, w 9) four people a day crossed the river .§) waen time was made for slaves. this Jersey custom be atolished in fav) | of five-minute boats that shall als cross the river In five minutes. COMMUTER. 5 Kick Againat (Rapper. 0 the Eaitor of The a4 World: 1 kick, O ye Gods, the human mon-, ster who raps cn the board when you are writing In the Pest-OMce, Becaure he wants to glu his stamp and the flap of hin envelope, he forgets that there are any other people present who may not tke such an active interest in the act of gluing stamps and Why: Bape. ‘ * he not abstain from poun HEY were old friends, but dren—had no notoriety in it, offered no such gratitications of a base and cheap vanity as are offered hy posing as a martyred apostle of a social theory, Duty meant quietly staying at home and being au honest, exemplary, self-sacrificing head of a family. How common- How ordinary! How dull! Herron’s vanity—like many another man’s, like many a wom- an's—has made him a traitor. He isn’t a martyr. He isn’t a “splen- did protest.” He is just a plain deserter who has run away from his children to go on a de- bauch of egotism and vanity. And every hon- est man and honest woman who goes faithfully along fulfilling the simple but sacred obliga- tions of life, hearing its sorrows and trials and trying to do his or her nnot help mingling contempt with pity for him. place! duty, THE METUCHEN IDEA. “John Henry, I wish you would fix yourself up ro as to look a little more re- spectable wnen there is company in the house.” “Look here, Mary Jane, If you're going to try to make this a coerciv by the great hogn spoon I'll leave grou and go and marry somebody else!"—Chi- cago Tribune. THE DIRD IN HAND. The wiae woman has her eye onthe future; the bride has hers on the present. —Philadeiphia Record. (Copyright, 1901, by Datly Story Pur. Co.) ‘Therefore, I muat remain a poor man MAGINE, on hearing of my grand: to the end of my days unless [ mar- mother’s sudden death, my surprise! fed and that the girl, on that happy when the executors, two 44 afier must wear before not less than five: hundred spectators, an old gray |whawl that had often shocked my aen- ‘To my grandson, Ralston Leigh and| sibiiittes as being a most Inappropri- wide, 6 1-2 yards 33 ‘nches wide, irs forever, ? give and bequeath! te covering for such a regal woman 8-4 yards 2 inchea wide will be| my entire estate if he promises to wed| as my grandmother, ired., no girl who will not wear at thy time! the time of my grandmother's lose ‘The waist pattern (No. 3,619, ages 12,/0¢ the ceremony openly in the church |! was tmamored of a beautiful girl. ‘WGewil be sent for 10 conts. The| the gray shawi that, for fifty years haa {I tost no time In declaring myself serl- pattern! (No, 3,587, ages 12, 14, 1 | been to mo and to others, n falihful)ousty, Of course, at the same time I covering through many changes and |told her of my grandmeebev’s conditions, sorrows of life. The bride-to-be must| I saw ‘her lips quiver a@ if she would also wear a wedding gown of satin|cry, and I put my arms éemderly around ané tulle and orange blossomsi"’ A the wad event, handed me the fi “Last Testament” of my grandmothe wing THE GRAY SHAWk. 3 8Y 0RS WADE It tn too much to ask, a So-0-0; but don't you t to a cool little resort get the fortune without it?" “) right on the sen. The thing was hideous and enough to} There T ret and learned to love Mac- make a woman shudder at the barejgery Peyton. Auggestion of wearing {t, but I knew! 1 poured out all my love and longing, then that my grandmother underetood | and finally told her of my grandmother's human nature, for this girl didn't love|absurd will, me. Bhe left For five years after thie I atruggied at|and then leaned toward me my profession hopeless of attaining|hand on mine with a touch a fortune except through strenuous ef-|the moonlight. forta of my own. I should certainly ask} “We will keep the mone: no girt whom I 4id not love to marry| “And wea: that beastly shaw!?” I said, me, \ [already jealous that she would not marry The little rosy god was not so inclined | me without the monsy, to bet things ga. It wes the month of] ‘"Kes, for your sake; though I would | tn doubt for a little while ind put her gentle as T’| roses and I ran down for two days of/marry you without the money if you tead perfec this work tn a au era } KERPEN. nadn't met 13 A, § [ y, many years; And the te of Ife had hurried on, With Its Joys and hopes and fears; But both the women had met at last, Old playmates once again, They talked of girlhood now past, Its buoyant hopes, now slain. “Ah, Kate," sald Madge, "you're not the same, aoe $ You've lon your charm of Se face, os «& You've lost your pretty, rosy @ 3 cheeks, You've lost your form of grace, Your chestnut hair has turned to gray, Your ips have lost their red; All things are changed, and soon our day Will turn to night instead.” ‘Dear one," Kate sald, nothing lost, For here's my hair of brown On Prue's dear head—my eldest born— e And Bess hes not a frown On her aweet face, that's just “De Here is a barnyard pic<ure. Can you find the farmer? lke mine Of thirty years agone. While Kittel dlue eyes dance and shine Like sunlight in the morn. I would do loving ‘penance, all for unworthy thoug! daring for this proof of her Irrevocable words alt her hand whispered through m.% life bles my “Mine shone in just the self. sama way When you, dear, saw me last, And Margaret's lips are juat es rea will only say #0." At last the day darened that was to make Margie my own. My heart beat loud when the signal was given me to enter the chursh. But in my long gaze that never left Margery until I stepped down before the white- tobed minister I saw no gray shawl: She had lost her courage then at the Jest! Then rushed over me euch lve for Margery that I nearly knelt at her| sweepii feet instead of the proper place. She had}loved me, I knew now beyond all doubt with @ love that could not be measured by mency, however were into the As mine fn days tong past. No, no, my dear, I've nothing lost, My life fs on the wane, My children have my own youth cost, In them T live again!" —Madeline K. Van Pelt'in Suc- cess. and as time the worn ut jore 1 | us oul 3d Bae orthe fret gray