The evening world. Newspaper, July 17, 1901, Page 6

HOWARTH. COURT. ONS BY CONTEMPT OF 900 00250-.90-860d0002 00500: pinnies-e- Sb AERC Le NBM re cnet 4 3 O90 $ F399-2-9-2-DS-3:9-990F-99959-2H0HI99S2GOD96 & 4 i x 4 & 4 ¢ O-DOrd-2-2-29+ FS & $2. FE eownntre UESTIONS OF She Should Not Go Alone. 8-599 SSWERED BY s wt * HARRIET HUBBARD AYER. Lystore stands outside and watches me ETIQUETTE ** a iner where cocktails are gers perce fa the cherry left In the glass or dojevery morning, About a week ago I proper for a young lady) You ¢ 1 how? MAIN G}iad oveaston to buy) something there, y K man who t* quite bi conveyed ff poke to him, but only on yo are very Rood 0 eas. Now, I have not bowed to H friends. what would be proper mas vet. What T would like to know i to take to hin EDNA MAY. | They are eaten from Id tt be proper for me to do ao? 2 pung Indy might make a In Proper to use t M. 8. It nm the gentleman provided) tng je Were accompanied by an older Weroalniyourenlage si should” not SSE ane NeeHING ES to the gentleman, Let him alone! advance if he really She might take frult or flowers, Dwaupaegacauaintance, MEBAGE IE WAUloct oh cedaleGee lateren\ And an opportunity of being in- Ret to vou PENTeSEleey ‘ noes ree, 1 think your parents and Proper French Prononcintione ee eae with the flnners withe | hers are very wrong tn not elving ri Deer Mra. Ayer Pere enre Tow does it happen) have no girl friende? tt] rfectly proper for you to| WI you kindly give me the promun- | elation of “Coquelin?” Aisa. if card to Ant sidernte Family. | | commencement ¢ tses cann soe | tear Men. Ayes Intances, but let the men | cepted, Is tt necessary to send r \ Neither my ts nor “ youre. Do not make advances | If so, what form? GRE over tale itt nt Lf vou 1 will always be glad for | NG." ul Uke to have ms b the self-respect that tn the third abe Rrown Jee a young girl to esteem from my | AN OPEN ay | afte INVIT ing the day and the hour, At Dear Mrs. Aver: How ne olives @ish to one’s p! from the fingers? in the same way? use the fingers OR HOME DRESSMAKERS. The Evening World's Fashion Hint. the Dinner Table. conveyed from the ec? Are Daily To cut this ¢ @ize 1 1-2 yard) wide. 11 oe to that sign. tte fve-gored Material 21 tnch Mre. Hippo rp) ret y Sory Pub Co) moved down to the lowlands, Ata lite : : river now he put up, ne might get something to) ut Just Sefore dawn there | rush of head water and the} Wan mWept out of existence, came a town 1 thought ¢ @s wide, 91-4 yafds 32 Inches wlie yards #4 inches wile will be re- demand, water was fast rising, 6 tree ing low and he was reed to nwim for his life, He struck hing: that rode it, 1 In exhuustion lay almost regplve to leave the neighborhood, ¥o, onactous, As hin strength returned have made a mistake In rejecting BIN, fearing that whe was acekin his he \waist pattern (3868, sizes 32 to 4)| play a trick upon t-}struck a trot for ff ent} t!me he halted upon him emotions, | GMO, 3881, sizes 22 to 30) will ve ta. Both patterns, 2 cei ,| fooeccecccccet} ;| gilding. Yet the Damascus blades used in the Crusades were not centuries ago. -WINNING PIES. # & high, scrambled | Published by the Press Publishing Company, 6 to 68 PARK ROW, New York. Entered at the Post-OfMfice at New York am Second-Class Mail Matter. DAMASCUS STEEL—A NEWS ITEM TO SET US THINKING Gov. Shaw, of Towa, has just released a man named Dawson from the penitentiary, where he was serving a long sentence for murder, because he claims—and capitalista believe him—that he has rediscovered the art of making Damascus steel. This news item suggests to us that, with all our pride of prog- , invention and discovery, there were many things which they Qecsccccccseoy wore able to do 2,000 years ago, in such places : etaee ape } as old Damascus, that we cannot do to-day. YEANA AGO. ¢ Sheffield stecl is an English boast, but it will not bear the atmosphere of India without ¢ gilded, and they are as bright and keen to-day as they were eight There was ono shown at the London Exhibition in 1862, the point of which could he made to touch the hilt, and which could be put into a seabbard like a corkscrew and bent every wa without breaking. The best steel in the world ‘to-day does not come from either Europe or America, but from the Punjaub. Sir Walter Scott in his “Tales of the Crusaders” describes a meeting between Richard Coeur de Lion and Saladin, in which the English monarch is made to think that Saladin practises the black & art, because the latter takes an ciderdown pillow from the sofa and |? causes it to fall in two pieces by drawing his keen blade across it. Travellers to-day in India tell of seeing Hindoos throw handfuls of floss silk into the air and ent them in pieces with their fine-edged There is no steel made in Western workshops of that sabres, quality. Again, the use of microscopes of more-than-modern power in ancient Egypt, Persia and Greece is fairly presumable, because | Gecccccccccceo there is a gem shown at Parma, once worn on {the finger of Michael Angelo, the engraving | . $ whereon is 2,000 years old, and which reveal eeeee9 the figures of seven women only with the aid of 2 strong magnifying glass. Another instance! ‘The buried city ef Pompeii was a city of | The exteriors of the walls of all its buildings were stueco, stueco was stained with Tyrian purple—the royal color of antiquity. The city has been buried 1,800 years; yet whenever the walls of one of ite houses are dug out the royal purple flames up to view with a great deal richer hue than any we can produce. Evi- dently the Pompeiians possessed a secret for making fast colors stue and th that we have not. Our architects are well aware that their ancient predecessors | Look, for example, vptian builders of the Nile temples. knew some things that are mysteries to them. at the stupendous work of the Tt almost passes belief that the blocks of granite used in building those wonderful structures could have been handled at all and lifted Many of the stone slabs forming the roof of the great Temple of Karnak weighed upward of fifty tons, and some of them are believed to weigh from 100 to 300 tons each. Yet all those huge stones were set without mortar, and after all the centuries that have passed since they were into their places. seston TEVPLE KAKRNAKSS ‘T. ‘ ‘ ‘ ? Are we not too prone to assume that Wisdom had no children worthy of her until we appeared upon the scene ? MEN WHO STUCK TO THE SHIP. HE VACATION VALISE. By WILL LAWLER. PWS BOWY- Dp? BOOS-nDOAO DOOR S2ORRDH POSH Georgle wants a little six-by-olght hand bag to re- He lugs inforce his trunk when he goes on bis vacation. He essays to borrow such a satchel, but his generous friend forces on his acceptance a hypertrophated Gladstone Georgie is too polite to sidestep. The bag takes up so much of his room that he has to put his shees out in the hall. And arouses the wrath of his mother, who sternly condemns it to the attle. ert rainy St. Patrick's Day and the Last Hours of a Misspent Life. messenger, who Is warmly greeted. ward the wall, and there is a amid the delighted comments of the public, and arrives there perspizing and exhausted. Each step makes him fonder and fonder of his generous friend. chureh parlors for all the spiders in the connty for the next year. F GENTLE) We IS- ae WONDER rig MS oir HEEP ‘07 aReEVER Twelve montlis later, when Georgle unearths the bag by accident, it looks like a cross between a He sends it Georgle's picture in that happy home now reposes with its face to- ant chair he Is never asked to hold down. the Gargantuan bag homeward DTI PPYVOVIE YP 2 Where it serves as town hall and 2 AGCE ORINGING aMeR GAVE ny vm Gurss HE was 7 beck to his friend by a ORLD'S BIG shirt-waist woman in this respect | There te no reason to condemn a shirt- | waist man, J. E. T. THE EVENING W Man Versus the Shict-Watet Girt, To the FAitor nt The Fyening World L beg leave to reply to the letter slgn- | ed “Ant-Vulgarity. In answer to what | To the main “Anti-Vulgarity” enys about “the shirt-| If Carrie Nation should contemplate a watst man who comes into a crowded | visit to Staten Island she should char- Among the heroes to whomethe average boy is earliest intro- duced is the man who sticks to his ship. Tle appears as the central figure in all sorts of stories, aceording to the literary taste of the hoy. But whether he comes with the lurid dime novel or with the stirring true tale of the sea, he so looms to the imagination that he holds a warm place in memory even when the boy has grown into a man. There are a number of good reasons why this particular hero lives so steadily in the imagination. The best reason is that he lives | in fact and that he steps out before the world just often enough to keep unbroken the inspiration of his example. Incidentally, he has just stepped out again. are four of him—a eaptain and three loyal saile Off from a war- ship searred in battle! Not a bit of it. Off from a big liner, whence they had seen oyery Inst passenger depart in safety? Oh, no. Just off from a plain, dismasted, dismantled schooner that had been three-masted and that carried a hold-load and deck-load of Georgia This time there Qeeccccceccco® SAME OLD [peoccccccocoe® pine. But there were the four heroes just the same. Tt wasn’t the stuff they carried that counted, but the stuff they were made of. Tired and worn with three days’ buffetings on the high seas, rescued boat and all after having four times refused to be rescued without the boat, there they are—Men who stuck to'the Ship! Every boy’s eyes up and every man’s hat off to Capt. Francis and his crew of the Theoline, bound from Brunswick to Boston, wrecked off Hatteras and towed to this friendly port! wt “Who's your friend BY OPIE READ. him aa ho ate it. down thar?" “I don't know. Him and me hit the log about the same time.” “Have you give him any of yo’ plea?” jog. He could not see to tho end of It, but he thought that he heard voices. ‘The morning was girted about with a black cloud and the sun came with a burst, and down the log he saw a woman and a man. “Good morning,” eatd Bill. The wom- an looked about, and with a start he tecogtized the hillside creature who had set her bare feet upon his heart. “What, Liza, In that your ‘othin’ shorter," replied the girl nd what brought you down here? “Why, [ ‘lowed mebby you “Call him down and I'll introduce him to you, te at's yo’ business when you air at yo'xe'f?"" Bill inquired. “I was a Jestice of the Peace befo’ my shop washed awa: “Wall, outen compliment to the situ- ation, I reckon you would marry me an’ ted car of train,” | should lke to ask if the | ter the remains of the tub North shirt-watet man is any wor he past storma which we have AN UNTIMELY END. had ‘Mr. Caterpillar—What became of your husband, Mrs, Roach? Mrs. Roaca—The poor fellow lost his life in a blizzard of insect powder. w DAIbY bOVE STORY. down. enked.” ‘But hain't you axed me?" Bill re- Ned, “Beto I git married I like to be clos nis the river, Mave him, BIll,”’ the girl cried. “Yes, but walt a minit. Don't let us In stepping back to make a bow, cels flew upward and he fell Into “For pity sakes! I hain’t done nothin’ of the sort. in & rush. Jet un fuat find out how ee" ¥ % . jon’ now how fur You hain't?) Wall, when a womun! W8, Hesham bear follows a man with turn-over ples, | ¥ what else do it mean? What's yo’ de- cision on that p'int, Jedge?” in’ see ef you've got ples im too." af nty, Bill, save him."* 11 feave the household af- “Wall, the statut as amended by the last Ginoral As bly, Is clear on ved, that p'int, ‘lowin’ thut sich fs» the case,” Be yenld to the girl, it to than . se,” she replied, “you owe this kere gal for putty nigh nothin’, wouldn't yout’ some of them ples I used to make. “Well, 1 you've got ‘em right handy shler, The Wor! New Yor City.’ ths next day, with his belongings tled/and ax the day began to dawn he saw ‘iu a red bandwiung handkerchiv{, hej that his cract was # scasoned sycamore “But we ain't sald nothin’ abuut mar. pass me over one,” ryin'," declared the girl, her eyes cas! She brought him a pie and smiled upon 3a," sald Bill, “the Gineral-Assein- dly is you,” { ft to ur éf you Syownded thar “Well,” whispered the girl, “ef I'm | #7, been Rol proat of the! ra helpless I can't do nothin'.”* tatue ‘They Joined hands, and-the Justice] sick, wou be gingral what's name look Pronounced the ceremony, but at the| LETTER CLUB. have “placed the West New Brighton y street with the twenty-two grades in such a condition that pedestrians are compelled to go two blocks out of their Way of the different: ponds to escape Wet feet. It's pretty nigh time that eome of our so- 1 engineers granted relief to the peopie of Burgher. avent | placed the street in proper condl- Joi. SELD! The carelessness of brewery drive Sul they are allowed to nis record wy This should be atopred. the pubile insist on Justice. MOTHER OF CHILDREN, The Ignorance of Policemen, To the EAltor of The Evening World I notice that many policemen are more ignorant than the night, The best they can do Im to give one formation con- cerning the street and a to go to. Maybe they can sing all the popular songs and have the’ Mirting craze, but that reoms to include the extent of thelr powers oiten, The troue ble is the policeman has too much of “cinch in takang his exam‘natt Some readera will not believe what 3 say, but let him tind out out for himself, ‘There 1s nothing Mke self-conviction. LOUIS A. KERPEN, A Mard-Hearted Druggiat. To the Editor of The Evening World: I would Ike to axk readora what they think of this druggist. { suddenly tele very Il-I suppose it was on account of the heat—and went down to a drug atore. I told him I felt very bad an@ asked him to give me some medicine, He advised me to take magnesia, [ asked him how much it was, He sald 1S cents, But, to my sorrow, had only # 10 cents with me. 1 asked him, “Oh, mister, will you please let me have that for 10 cents, as I have not any more?” shark had no feeling! A BLOND GIR I I were only wealthy, Immortalized by scribe), And steal from pretty Helen And Ita lord jx sore dismayed, Unless he ts well paid, “No, you cannot have tt," he sald. Oh, readers, I felt 1 was dying and thas aOO2, rOOODO8O MERCENARY CUPID. Dan Cupid I would bribe (A highwayman so stealthy, To invade a verdant garden When the stars are all aglow A love an pure as snow; Rut, alae! my purse ts vacant For Dan will not steal Helen's heart —Royd Eastwood Morrison, in Philadelphia Press. S | 4