The evening world. Newspaper, May 30, 1903, Page 6

Published by the Press’ Publishing Company, No. & to Park Row, New York. Hntered at the Pont-Omoe at New York as Second-Class Mati Matter. VOLUME 438. + NO. 15,267. SECORATION DAY. This day we commemorate the brave who sank to rest by all their country’s wishes blest. We fall silently in Iine behind the thinned and enfeebled ranks of the Grand Army, moving in procession to the cemetery. ‘We gaze witi moist eyes at the soiled and tattered flags ‘waves of che defenders of the republic. There Is the weadetone that recalls Smith’s boy, killed at Shiloh, 9 'Thero beside him He the village youth who marched | proudly away when Old Abe called for troops—proudly | down the etreets with flying banner and rattling drums) in the fine flush and confidence of youth. Let us place @ special wreath on the grave of the company’s gallant captain, remembering his courage in that Antietam charge and— But what’s the use when we can delegate the plous performance to the veterans and their sons? Why not put the day to the pleasanter uses of excursion trips and outdoor sports? Golf, tennis, fishing, picnics, an auto- mobile ride, or any other kind of diversion that we par- ticularly covet—that is the idea; let the dead past deco- rate ‘ts dead. Yet does it not provoke a feeling of pathos to see the bent forms in blue toiling painfully along the street? down FPenneylyania avenue under the eyes of Grant and Sherman—they arouse now an affectionate pity. Thero are left of them in the entire Union about 260,000, and taeir annual losses by death reach 8,000. Another decade will see them nearly all gone. During the entire war troops to the number of 2,770,000 respond- ed to the call from Washington. The actual strength of the army at the time of its greatest size was 1,000,516. The decimation by death has thinned their lines sadly, A TENDERLOIN NIGHT BANK. A night bank for the Tenderloin is @ financial inno- vation significant of the modern conditions of metro- politan life. If all the cash that circulates in the Ten- ) derloin after dark were to pass over its counters one Ets? might safely prophesy for it a surplus respectable by 3 comparison with that of downtown citadels of finance. The funds that are paid in by night to the big hotels and theatres, the gambling-houses and restaurants, make a large volume of currency. A bank serving as the sole custodian of this ready cash need not seek to extend its business further. Undoubtediy there is a promising outlook for such a bank. The field is there for it. In the the between i hg the closing of the regular banks and that set for the closing of the nocturnal trust company, 10 o’clook, there is nearly a full business day. To provide banking fa-' cilities for depositors who are busy during these hours | ought to insure a profit. THE ANTI-SPITTING CRUSADE. The ladies of the West End Republican Club appear to have accepted Dr. Lederle’s consignment of 3,000 yel-' low anti-spitting cards with reservations and with some showing of reluctance. Could a society of its high alms, consistently descend from the settlement of national | 7 legislative problems to the regulation of a vulgar habit) ¥ in individual man? They seem at last to have been! persuaded. | These cards bear the inecription: “You are violating the law by spitting. Your offense is punishable by a fine of $500 or imprisonment for one year, or both.” It is designed for the holders of the cards to give one to every man they catch in the act of spitting. Such a proceeding wil! call for considerable tact to avoid insult; the habitual epitter is not celebrated for politeness. Even considering the good end in view there will bel doubts felt as to the desirability of influencing a man’s actions by this particular means, There {s no doubt that spitting is less indvlged in, certainly by city men, now than a generation Ago. | There is still room for improvement, but there has been @ most commendable change for the better since the day of Dickens's savage satire of the American habit of ex- pectoration at a target. STARVING IN THE STREET. A man who had not eaten for three days was over- come by hunger under the windows of President Schwab's home on Fifth avenue and was found lying there exhausted. Hardly a week ago a starving man was found in a pitiful plight on John D. Rockefeller’s estate. These cases of destitution are no more deserving or More entitled to our sympathy than others that might be reported from Allen street or Avenue A. Yet the _ nature of the localities in which they were revealed “makes them unusually eloquent of the contrast between riches and poverty, Just behind the barred windows of the Fifth avenue home in front of which the unfor- | tunate fell was prodigal wealth; a few crumbs from the Tich man’s table would have kept this street Lazarus in comfort. A stone's throw away are some of the world’s most renowned restaurants, from which food in quanti- " ties is cast into refuse pails dally. "There is food in abundance for the starving in this city; unhappily there are too many deserving alms who, 2 this unfortunate, once a German army officer, are “Kept by pride from asking for assistance at the proper A reporter for the Sunday World, by way of experiment, lived for a week in New York on charity himself well fed and well treated. sunk his pride and perhaps humiliated himself, ‘Be proved that it was not necessary for q man to ye"m rich New York. Accomplish More.A man with a ecow! on his . ‘been deposed from a position in the Chicago i Bahou!, while a girl has secured a place there at @ and staud hatless with bowed heads reverently at the & The superannuated survivors of that truly grand army} that marched in all the magnificence of triumphant war} omer og THE wt EVENING 000000 TOLD ABOUT NEW YORKERS. BV. W. 8. RAINSFORD, St. George's, says: “I had habit In my youth of condition- ing all my proposed actions with the phrase, ‘Deo volente,’ or, ‘Gol willing.’ or something of that sort, A woman Invited me one morning to dine with her the following nfght. ‘I ‘be delighted to dine with you, madam,’ I said, ‘it I am spared.’ The terminal phrage seemed to displease her. Per- haps she thought she sniffed cant in \t. She frowned and sald: ‘Oh, {f you're dead I'M not expect you." Bishop Potter entertained a venerable service they returned to Bishop Potter's residence. The visitor plainly showed asked tf he would not have a weak teddy. ‘No, sir,” said the venerable visitor, sharply. explained his reasons for making the offer, but the visitor interrupted: anything weak." eee Peter Cooper Hewitt has a workshop in Madison Square Garden tower 1s perfecting his with there he mercury vapor electric light, hagf a dozen workmen. yet very fond of all sports. ee Andrew H. Green, who {s approaching bia elghty-third birthday, !s still ac- every morning, and nearly every after- noon ‘e given to some conference or meeting with commiseloners or persons Interested in the broad !mprovements, the ®uilding for the future, which he advocates. o ee philosophy, <A lot of people were be- moaning the passing of former gvod times. One of them finally eatd: “Tyler, bow does it happen that you Never sigh for the good old days? “Oh," replied ‘Tyler, “my old days will come son enough without any rooting from me. Some of the Best Jokes of the Day. USEFUL FOR THAT. Shopper—I want a dozen boxes of cigarettes. Clerk—Yes'm. What brand? Bhopper—l want the most deadly brand you've got. I want to use them to keep moths out of winter clothes.—Phila- delphia Preas. WHEN POKER ENTICES, “I see there's a prominent physictan,” said Reeder, ‘who declares that you shouldn't get into bed with your feet \ cola." “Huh! Some nights I wouldn't get into bed at all," remarked Jackson Sevens. “if I didn't get cold feet."'—Catholic Standard and Times, DID HE HAVE RED HAIR? “Then you refuse me simply because 1 am poor?" he bitterly cried. “You flatter yourself,” sald the gentle maiden.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. PLAYING THE PART. Photographer—Peg pardon, air, bu’ can't you look a little leas stern and sovere?. Sitter—Never mind how stern I look. This photograph is for campaign use. ki am & candidate for Judge. Go ahead. —Chioago Tribune. LETTERS, QUESTIONS, ANSWERS. Net a Color, but Combination of AM Colors, To the BAltor of The Evening World combination nor a color, rect? B. 8. Same Ula Ship Query, To the Bdltor of The Rventng World this: Why do they call a ship “she?” M. M. It Is Founded on Fret. ‘To the BAitor of The Evening World: Is the story of “Robinson Crusoo’ true? A B. Bride's Paronia Only. ‘To the Editor of The Bvening World In sending out invitations for a wed because of her “radii ee olay eof het “radiant matle." It 1s oti 0, 7 Santina tte EG re laugh at the superstition of the # negroes who have depopulated A |» ine maitor of The Brenins World and bridegroom's parents’ names ap: pear, or the bride's parents’ alone? LOUIS GERBER, Charley White Was Neferee. COGOOL the | shall | bishop from the West. After a long | evidences of fatigue, and Bishop Potter Bishop Potter hastily Le you'll make it strong I'll drink it; I hate Itis al i lange, thoroughly fitted laboratory, and | the ald of |@ He looks itke a | hustiing salesman, ia a hard worker, and | 3) Uvely engaged on plans for Greater | % New York. He at his oMco at 9| George C. Tyler has hit on the true A claims that white {s a combination of all colors, B claims it Is neither a 'k Which ts cor- Wall nautical readers kindly discuss |» Ging is & proper to have both the bride TOO OOOO IVE ME Tune PACKAGE OF THESE NCWSPAPERS 4 HANDY THING IN B® CASE LIKE Tes THIS MAN To THE BANK FOR THE © 1CAD BARE fe \s 4AM & BROADWAY 5 PRICE OCF ANEW HAT, f GREAT STUFF {PRINT ABOUT THE {NUISANCES ON * LY TRAINS . Wi), Me = sSvu@eway PUPNIGHT RUN DDDQODDDDDOOHDDOBODOIDOHDOSOOD WHAT MAY FOLLOW THE PERMISSION TO SMOKE ON “L” STATIONS. ON THE BANK. ou JUST CHASE Your: SELF 70 THE. BANK I-17 OPEN ALE NIGHT L me ALL NIGHT BANK IS GEORGES Comrie DOLLARS, EH! DRIVE ME DOWN ALL-NIGHT BANK * j FOUR NA = — cABBY \ A bank, to be kept open at night, To a late nocturnal hour the new bank will empower may soon be started at the Wal dorf-Astoria. The gay night-reveller to cash big checks for all he owes; C And ‘twill furnish funds for “bumming,” or ror kigh-priced ‘ylish slumming. In fact ‘twill be the sort of bank wheron the Wild Time grows. DDODODDHDDOGADODODOOGOOCHDGDOODGODDHOODGGODIGHOIGOHHGO, DIODOOOGOODDDODHDHGIGIIOG® co a ghostly figure on the toe | the ship to follow It, He does rn and search parties are tnatiuted. CHAPTER VI Reunited. | .| CEPT. 9, Evening.—I crossed the | S foe this morning with a party. of men exploring the southern part of while Mr, Mine went off in a} the floe, norther -| We had hardly gone a hundred yards! hotore McDonald, of Peterhead, cried | -}out that he saw something in front of) us, and began to run. We all got a glimpse of it and ran too, At first {t was only a vague darkness Against the white tce but aa we raced WORLD'S »# HOME » MAGAZINE vie so Sr LO) jHe STREET DDDDOWDODDADOOODOQODOOODOOAD THEN SHOUCD HAVE RATH- SKELLERS TOO NET, MAYBE. IT SAY OLD CHAR oVST S207/LL TO-MORROW You nvow? The TOUCHER Zeb (By Permission of George Munro's Bons.) He was lying face downward upon a frozen bank. . Many little crystals of tee and feath- ors of snow had dréfted on to him as he lay, and sparkled upon his dark sea- | man's jacket, As we came up some wandering puft of wind caught these tiny flakes in tts vertex and they whirled up into the is| air, partially descended again, and then, caught once more in the current, sped rapidly away in the direction of the sea. To my eyes tt seemed but @ snow- drift, but many of my companions averred that it started up in the shape of a woman, stooped over the corpee and Kissed !t, and then hurried away across the flee. ' I have learned never to ridicule any man's opinion, however strange it may seem. Sure it ts that Capt. Nicholas Craigie had met with no painful end, for there was a bright smile upon his blue, pinch- ed features, and his hands were still outstretched as though grasping at the etrange visitor which bed summoned hien away into the dim world that lies beyond the grave. ‘ ‘We buried him the same afternoon Ghe Captain of the Pole Star—By Sir _A. with the ship's ensign around him, and @ thirty-two-pound shot at his feet. ‘There he shall le, with his secret and his sorrows and his mystery all still buried in his breast, until that great day when tho sea shall give up its dead, and Nicholas Craigie come out from among the Ico with the smile upon his face, and his stiffened arms outstretched in greeting. I pray that his lot may be a happier one in that life than it has been in this, I shall not continue my journal. Our road to home lies plain and clear before us, and the great ice field will e00n be but a remembrance of the past. I entered hig cabin to-night, as was my duty, to make a list of his effects, in order that they might be entered in the official log. All was as it had been upon my pre- vious visit, save that the picture which I have described as having hung at the end of his bed had been cut out of Ite frame, as with a knife, and was gone. With this last Mink in a strange chain of evidence I close my diary of the voy- age of the Pole-Star, Note by De, John M’Alster Ray, senior: THIS STORY BEGAN MONDAY AND ENDS TO-DAY. Conan Doyle: connected with the death of the captain of the Pole Star, as narrated in the Journal of my son. upon it. “I bad run down to Edinburgh to at- tend a meeting of the British Medical Association, when I chanced to come across Dr. P- + an old college chum of mine, now practicing at Galtash, in Devonshire. “Upon my telling him of this experi- ence of my son's, he declared to me that he was familiar with Craigie, and proceeded, to my no small surprise, to give me a description of him, which tallied remarkably well with that given in the journal, except that he depicted him as a younger man. “According to his account, he had been engaged to a young lady of eln- gular beauty residing upon the Cornish coast: “During his absence at sea his be- trothed had died under circumstances of peculiar horror.” ‘THB BND.) —[—=—__-—— (Yhe Great Hesper,” = thrilling romance of love and treasure, will begin Monday, DO00CO0000GIO000D 0000000) Toms A MASHER?’S PUNISHMENT. Five Pretty Milliners Inflict It, and the Scene Is a Table d’ Hote, IVE pretty’ milliners out for a lark—only it’s stretching the truth to say all were pretty, and it may be that they were not milliners. At any rate, they were nice to look at If their hats were a’ trifle overdone and their gowns were not in keeping with the extravagant headgear. One had bet one about something and some one had lost, as was inevitable, The stake was a dinner for five. Three had throughout the period of uncertainty the delightfui cer- tainty of being some one's guest at dinner. They got just as much as the winner without the thrill incident to waiting oa the turn of fortune’s wheel. You could spot the loser at a glance. She had such an alr of being thostess, such an air of get-all-that's-coming-to-you- girls, with evident anxiety to avoid extras. “Which shall we have, girls—red or white?" “Make it Superteur," said the big brunette, who might have been the winner. ‘The loser frowned. “Oh, no. Ordinaire is just as good. Why, It's the same wine. They put labels on some bottles and call them ‘Superieur’ just-to get 10 cents extra.”’ Ordinaire was good enough for the other girls, but one wanted red and one wanted white, and the other sald she was American and wouldn't play unless she had blue. They told her to have mtik; that was blue enough for any pat- riot. “Haw, haw!'’ lnughed the dig brunette. ‘Hah, hah!” laughed the short blonde. ‘‘Ho, ho!" laughed the pretty Ut- tle dark thing who doesn't like to show her bad teeth, “HI- ee: * laughed the loser, and the other girl stuffed her handkerchief {n her mouth and rocked with merriment. Tt was a gale of giggies from soup to cheese, ‘here was a man nearby who smiled with them. To be truthful, every man in the place smiled, but this one was particularly interested. He flirted with each surreptitiously, drank airy toasts with the pretty little dark thing, winked at the big brunette, smiiled on the loser and exchanged moan- ing glances with the othes. Gradually they learned that he was flirting with the sarty and not with tndividuals. The discoverers becume date and severe with their offending sisters and at lengtl: there was silence at the table. The dig brunette broke the ice. “Let's have a pousse- cafe,” she said, and such a chorus of acquiescence followed that the loser lost her nerve and yielded, When the last tlue flame had vanished they remembered the young man, “the horrid masher."' “Let's fix nim," sald the short blonde, “When I tap the plate with this knife everybody turn around and smile at him, Just keep emiling tl! I tap again; then turn away, and every time I tap turn and smile again,” She hit the plate a resounding whack and all the girls smiled on the young man. He grinned amiably for an in- stant and then realzed that not only the girfe, but every other eye in the place was on him. He was a ploture of re- llet when the signal turned the girls’ gaze away from ht But a moment later the signal sounded and he was again a centre for all eyes. Sounds of laughter came from all parts of the place. He tried to absorb himself in his food; his face wns a pousse-cafe for color; white, red, yellow and blue {t shone. At the third signal he grabbed his hat and fled, foltowed by such roars of laughter as he must still be hear- ing. t THE SEVEN AMBITIONS. Here are the seven ambitions of a lifetime: 1 To be a street-rallway conductor. 'To be a professional ball player. To be able to lick the school principal. To marry the smartest girl in the class, To be President of the United States, To make a decent living. To keep out of the poorhouse, ON THE EVENING WORLD PEDESTAL. peseen Glarey Payne Whitney, non of W, ©, Whitney, and part owner of the Brooklyn Handicap winner, ‘Irish Lad.’’) Children! Our Pedestal now holis Another racing chap, This worthy youth at whom we look Canght racing fever, and he took A leaf out of his father’s book. His Irish Lad the whole field ‘‘shook” ! And won the Handicap. : is