The evening world. Newspaper, November 19, 1903, Page 14

defeated. The Alderman ds to direct the speaking and ATHURSDAY EVENING, * NOVEMBER 19, 1903. THE .» EVENIN Published by the Press Publishing Company, No. 53 to 63 Park Row, New York. Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Mail Matter. |S ids esl hc epee ee ee ean RE WOLUME 44......0..eceeeseeeeseesNO. 15,429. PROCESS SERVING EXTRAORDINARY. A process server who may rightfully be called a Napo- leon of his kind pushed his way into a box at the Belas-) co theatre, leaped from the box to the stage and thrust) 4 the long-evaded court papers into the hands of the lead- ing actress in full view of the large audience. It was a daring feat which deserves to raise the young man in the estimation of his employer. But it was something more than that. It was per- haps the most extraordinary insult ever deliberately of- fered a public assemblage by a member of the community gor the furtherance of his business interests. In order that a lawyer of divorce-court eminence could be enabled to forward a suit in which he had been| ¢ retained as counsel a celebrated actress was interrupted fm her role, the success of her representation was put in Jeopardy and an audience that filled the theatre to the doors was subjected to the risk of panic. To those of Jong memories in the crowded auditorium the leap to the stage from the box instantly recalled Ford’s Theatre ‘and the assassin Booth. To all the intruder’s presence on the stage suggested something suspicious and alarm- ing because not readily understandable. ' "We have had: the process server in various unwonted @uilses—as a seductive siren beguiling her way into a man’s office, as a mock clubman in evening dress pass- ing the butler at the door with a familiar nod. The de- ceptions practiced have had the extenuating merit of in- genuity. But in his latest and most objectionable role he has disregarded the personal rights of his victim in a - most reprehensible manner. 2 , Certain questions are raised by this umprecedented action by a process server which it will be of public benefit to have definitely determined by a judicial de- Cision. What authority does the law vest in the law- Office messenger bearing a court order to invade privacy and to resort to extreme measures of the kind made use of in this instance? | A favorable opportunity {is afforded Mr. Belasco to @ecure a legal definition of the process server's exact ‘ status within the law’s intent. ( sereal - THE BRIDGE FESTIVITIES. ‘The eppropriation of $20,000 for the opening fes- tivities of the Williamsburg Bridge warrants the com- Mmunity in demanding an ample return for its money, and the itemized particulars indicate that there is not likely to be any disappointment on this ground. Tt is to be a gala occasion. According to Alderman Holler there will be eoldiers and sailors and public of- ficials present in profusion, music, freworks, speeches. & procession from the Brooklyn side will meet a pro- tession from the Manhattan side and in the exact centre bf the span, where was the line once dividing the two freat municipalities, but now obliterated, the official elo- quence will burst forth. A ‘It had been hoped that Alderman Holler himself ) would contribute his share to the day's Ciceronian out- put, but this hope has been deferred and it is feared "Bis personal participation in it would be in violation of the strict etiquette of the office, we are informed. The Tegret will be all the more general because there are Premonitions of a development in Holler of the qualities af oratory which were admired in the lamented Bridges. If in default of Holler Tim Campbell can be per- tuaded to come home from Washington to give us eome- thing Websterian the issue of the $20,000 in revenuo _ »bond called for by the occasion will have been more than justified. What Bunker Hil] was to Dan'l’s fame the Williamsburg Bridge opening might be to Tim's. COPYRIGHT IN CLOTHES. Detectives are said to have been stationed in parts of the Madison Square Garden to prevent the copying of ladies’ costumes by modistes. An arrest made on this charge would develop inter- esting consequences. It would throw new light on the question of property rights. Is the wearer of a hand- some gown made on novel or ultra-fashionable lines vested in itz possession to the extent of preventing the infringement of imitation? That is to say, if a dress “created” by an exclusive Modiste for a society leader and costing up in the thou- sands shows a style which a Lexington avenue dross-| maker thinks she can adapt to the wants of her customers for a tenth of the price, is it permitted the dressmaker to duplicate it without penalty? Dressmaking has reached such a pitch of artistic ex-| . cellence that the modiste's rooms have become “studios"| > and “ateliers’ in which superbly beautiful costumes are designed for patrons of long purses, There are dress- making Van Dykes ang Murillos whose works are mar- yels, Their creations, however, are more readily subject to an imitation which the purchaser of the painter's work does not fear, prehensive one, which could be made to cover all articles of feminine adornment frem the new hats in Fifth ave-| ‘ nue windows to the latest de: SPIDER’ in lingerie, RISE IN LIFE, us is given by the career of the pony Spider. Once en- ©) ganged in-pulling a Cherry Hill peddler's cart this re- ‘kable animal has gained a Horse Show red ribbon, In Puldecar and Nicodemus, Bryan Hughes's prize- swinniing entries, ‘we had the grotesquely humorous, In Spider's changed estate there is an element of pathos. (Whe diminutive pony had been raised among east side dren, who petted and caressed him and gloried in the they took behind him around the block at a penny ° He was a favorite in the Seward Park reglun dealer, secing the pony one day drawing a cart igh Twenty-fourth street, sent a stableman after him The question of trade infringement ratsed is a com-|¢ Nit since Puldecar, leaving the car stables for the Madiron Square arena, won a blue rile t the Horse BhOw, and Nicodemus, a former feline waif, carried off| uh the honors of the exhibition of eats of quality, has there been so interesting an example of the animal Cinderella SURE ITS HIM £5 A REGULAR JACK THE KISSER, ‘HES ALWAYS {CHASIN’ AFTER THAT DooDLe Why isa _ Widow? EN?????? emer eS By Nixola Greeley-Smith, HAT chance hes @ poor girl in love against a widow in earnest? How does a stage coach compare with the Empire State Dpress? Where are the last year’s enowa? How old ts Ann? Frankly, Ann, it doesn't matter how innocently loving if there ts a wise and serlously intentioned widow on his trail. Furthermore, a widow's intentions are always serlous, Maybe you the prettier, undoubtedly you are fresher. Neverthe- less, though she does look wrinkled about the eyes and a little drawn around the jaw, the widow has the Inside track. Why? Because she knows there {a an inside track, and has travelled it 80 often that makes easy running. A widow 1s like a predigested food. She is always ready and she saves trouble. She 1s an emotional rechauffe. and there are many persons nowadays who prefer their emotions warmed over. What are a widow's advantages be- aside being able to laugh gayly when you have to bite your cheeks and e stupidly out of the window? No one but a widow or a man could tell you that, and it’s no use asking the men be- cause they won't. A young man like your George, for instance, comes to New York. He has left a tender mother and a dear old grandmother behind him. It 1s very lonely In the big city, for his Income is of the modest Kind that does not allow a young man to appear on Broadway to advantage after dark. He meets you and he Is less lonely, ou remind him of the pretty girl v-school and he Ikes her because Joes not remind him of the other Then he meets the widow and she hm that he ts a’ “black-eyed a and asks with motherly concern whether he wears rubbers, and feels #0 sorry for the poor doy who Is ruining his digestion with restaurant cookfng. And then he stays to dinner In her cozy flat and he notes how very beautiful her complexion ts under the rose pink sie girl tells light. And while he {s thinking this she moves a little nearer to the sofa ishlons, but she takes the rose pink light with her. Indeed It follows her Wherever she goes as persistently as the stage calcium does the atar What a delightful evening {t was, and the next time he meets you he asks you what color his eyes are, And you, poor lo unwidowed thing, you answer that they gray, or blue, or green. or gooseberry. or even if you tell him that they are black you do not think of add- at he is a devil, for you don't of the delight that lurks tn called a devil, especiaily if one naded sleepily over n inagaaine { before and turned owt th 8 hall bedroom at half-past the young man makes up bis you Inve No poetry in your at rid that it does ture the widow than he matter that ut it? Why, mn be done—re- set inatitution in the world i Hindoo custom where the wife je burned re. List 1 band’« tunéophiliesica nmidens a Some of the Best Jokes of the Day. HER GUESS, Littl: Flossie- et the sermon? Little Tommie—Heoause so many peo ple wake Up cross, Commercial Trit=me, MORE EXPENSIVE. you. He is poor but honest, it him to + his daughter's piaymate. Since ier has lived on the fat of the manger. Glovea @ petted him and he has grown sleek under uent grooming. Spider ‘Was & gyDsy horse, son of a noble sire eventually coming into his own, be ‘opera. Would, he’ recognize his ; i! were to see them now Falr dark man with money? ‘Fortune Teller—Yes. but that will cos you 60 cents more.—Chicago News. ONE SHORT, Patron—I suppose the leading lady is very happy after getting all those bou quets? ‘ ili, pweel starchy AAR. ; give tt, W.I.R. | go, nit hs unob- | erley"'? JOHN 8, |tlon, avoid milk, and Nivaadiiew pW pte gl Pad ones? A Devout Seaman. peng ‘removed ‘iis grouse hat and, on| Constance de Beverley, a charecter in|foods, Fast walking,, boxing and bag. Usher. ; she paid ¢or @ix, I believe.| To the Editor of The Evening World: bended knees and with hahds clasped, | Scott's poem, ‘Marmion,” was «oun jounching. are among the bent weight xe-| 588 Press, ~ |: Tame week @ steamer from the West 5 old you are, how sweet, how fresh, how | 4 1 wonder why they al- ways pass around the contribution plate T guess.—Cincinnatt Fortune Teller—A Hght man will court Clent—C-can't you make it a SHE APPROACHES! Now WATCH ME DO THE REAL 8 CARAT 3 vhom he used to walk home after| ® 555939500 | jt pl $SSOOHLOHOOH9006H$H9090008O To the Editor of The Evening World: Is it possible for an enlisted man injand the thirty or forty greasy, ill- the United States to, become an officer? | kempt vagabonds (nationality uncertain) To the Editor of The Evening World: To the ditor of The Evening World: who have one and Mt won't eat anything I / WORLD'S %% HO G s& WOR oe doodle ii J SHow Da MMInT STOVE PouisH 1S ONLY, SKIN DEEP-AN IvE Gor ALL THE SILVER, POLISH SKINNED joo rarps! Bow-wow- woucH! GET OFF THE CORNER or mY HEAD! WHY THIS Pol- ISHED Bow 1S IN MY REPOR- ON DE BELFRY INE SYA WUNST ALREADY, The Importance of Mr. Peewee, the Great Little Mann # & f) o_ 3 He Chews Toothpicks in Front of Swell Restaurants, but Is Run Down at Last in a Quick Lunch Cave.? Y GOOD AFTERNOON GIRLS! WELL! IF HERE feo. curator uur AREINT THE GIRLS TIME. 1 LIKE CHERRY'S Heer wal VERY MUCH - THE \ HAVE ALREADY ATMOSPHERE IS SO DINED, OTHERWISE REFINED You KNow, 1 WOULD INVITE You — ALL IN. IN HERE FOR A LIGHT | {we ALWAYS SEEM TO MEET ' URPASSIN, Pies YOU,LUNCH TIME,MR.PEEWEE® WHY WIR, PEEWEE: Pdorree 2e$ 3¢ PER cor Se EATING IN HERE? WHO WOULD = REGULAR /\ WOULD DROP CUSTOMERS, INTO DEL’S TODAY FOR CHANGES ONE GETS TIRED OF DINING IN DIOLDPIGWOPDPIS $$9$9OOHOI-H9H9H9090HH0HH60000HO0009000900G00GOH : ® H Jaggs—I'd hate to live up In Limber Larkins—No, dis long 3 think of me? Skagway. He—! wonder if Mrs. Gayboy } hair ain't becomin’ to me, | know. She—Oh, he thinks you are a Jiggs—Why? ever catches her husband flirting? { But de odder day a lady said | re- } brick. Jagge—A fellow'd have to wear o many clothes he'd never be ble to find his latchkey. minded her of her Willy at col- lege, so | ain't gettin’ it cut jus’ She—Yes, and a gold brick at yet. that. 9OO9OSODIOD $44699$$O999HO9OHHHHHOHOOHOHGHOHOOLLOHOO4OOOOOGOOOS pubic ts Sac LETTERS, QUBRIGES AND ANSWBRS. 4 tasting his mess. [boy, @ho: was recaptured, tried (still in ‘he thought occurred to me at the | boy's dress) and condemned to be buried time; How many of our so-called ‘better | altve in a wall, class” ever stop to offer up a prayer of thanks when dining at our sumptuova| 7ée Ruby Ie August Birthstone, ‘To the Editor of The Evening World: cafes, restaurants, or oven at home?|To t ‘They might do worse than pattern that| What Js the birthstone for Aneustt much of thelr natures after this poor. uneducated deckhand. Would Reduce Weight. upon receiving their allowance, began BTEPHEN G. | 5, tno waitor of Tue Evening World: operations at once; but I was attracted “Constance de Beverley.” Kindly let me know how I can reduce my weight, sA. C. R. to one fellow who sat apart from the | ro the Editor of The Evening World: others with his food untasted. He| what is the meaning of the plcture| Take plenty of outdoor exercise, do not sleep in the daytime, eat In modera- walked as far aft as he could possibly | caited ‘The Trial of Consiance de Bey- She—Oh, undoubtedly. They He—Does he, really? ay that was the way she caug st ~~ Yes, by Passing Examinations, Indies was discharging its cargo at a |West street dock, Mess hour arrived, CARL B. Mrs. Place Was Electrocuted. crowed around the miserable galley, where each one received a smoking dish of some brownish green concoction, which from my point of vantage It was aiMcult to analyze, Most of the men. ‘Was Martha Place electroc.ted or not? WM. K. What Do Tartles Hatt ‘Wi some kes pets lease tell me what a turtle eats? I ‘offered up hie prayer of thanks before who fied from the convent dremed aa « | ducers, ME: x» MAGA WELL TEACH You How To The Chorus Girl A at the Horse Show Ave Was She There?—You Bet She Was!—And So. Was Mamma De Branscombe and Louie Zinsheimer, and Mamma De Brans- combe Hollered for Pigs’ Knuckles,—Ain’t She - Terrible? ‘ By Roy L. ‘McCardell. 4 (Author of “Conversations of a Chorus Girl.'') d AS we there? Well, say, a Horse Show without me 66 W ‘and Loule Zinahelmer would be like ‘Hamlet’, without any hams in it,” said the Chorus Girth as she toyed with her chrysanthemum. t “Of course Amy was with us, and her friend, and Mami’ De Branscombe ¢agged along as a trailer, % “Bay, she's like the answer printed with the riddle. A dead give-away. Loulo and I led the grand maroh with\ @ ‘we-don't-know-thesc-people’ air, but we couldn't lose Mamma for a minute. “There she wag with a net vell drawn down over her ol@ false front, making it look lke a bunch of sunburned seae! weed, and every two minutes she was poking me in the q and saying ‘Lulu, which is the Vanderbilts' box?’—or tha! Soulds’ or the Astors’. ay “Charlie's mother and sister were there, too, with the of the boarding-house push, but I saw them first and set signals against them as they camo tearing down the line. “As they passed us Charlie's mother made some crack te the daffy daughter about ‘common people present.’ “But I pretended they weren't within range of vision efi sala to Loule loud, so's they could hear it: ‘If you'd holley ‘Heah!’ or ‘Cash!’ here, the procession tyould stop.’ = “That was a puncture for the pair, for Charlie's mothé@ conducts a prune emporium, while his sister és a saleslady. |" “I would nave gotten away the eting all right, but just then Mamma De Branscombe pokes me in the back and sayat! uulu, I'm jest dying for a pig's knuckle and a glass of bee: “Charlie's folks got one peek at the false front and- te made-over mobair with its prehistoric plaits, and they tite tered right In my Tace. I felt like a stock star who's ha@ her card handed back at a Broadway matinee. ; “Amy, poor girl, can't see it, but her mother won't. éo of Sixth avenue. amma De Branscombe in the flat, with one of my tep! gowns on, passing round the bottled beer and the lady fingers, while Dopey McKnight, happy with his holdover, plays ‘Them Cruel Words I Can't Forget’ for me and to sing, is an idea! hostess, but the Horse Show is i hers. “Loule only grinned and sald ‘Ring the bell and let car go on!’ But then, what does a man care if his friend suffcrs a social humiliation? Louie was good~ anywey, just about that time, for he had caught sight customer with Able Wogglebaum and had sold him a bil goods while Charlie's folks were throwing the hooks into: “The customer with Able was a friendly Indian Syracuse, who had a fit-'em-quick, hand-me-down some had unloaded on him. Every time he breathed deep he barded me with buttons. “Qnce I saw litm grab his garments before tt was ever! ingly too late, and all the rest of the evening them clothes were trimmes with a pained expression. “Well, we went all over the whole show. It was like ® If stable convention. We. went down etairs and looked at’ thoroughbreds and ponies in the box stalls and sald + they cute!’ Just lke all the other women did, and thet went up stairs to see if any new dresses had come iin. I have stayed there all evening looking at the gowns, Mamma De Branscombe was setting up another yell aout pig’s knuckles. Say, she has the has-the-habit! And Louie Zinsheimer, saying accklentally that Dopey could get them’ past the lookout at Honest John Cheatemgvod’s, got ie} Syracuse sport excited, and Amy sald she had‘a and so we all took cabs home. “Loule and Able shook us to hunt Dopey to look up " game—I'm glad poor Dopey will get his bit for com) for of course they all got trimmed—them places have o1 been open since election—and then we went upstairs to find’ some one had left the gas stove burning. I «Mamma De Branscombe sald I'd been the last using tt to neat curling irons, and that caused words and I threw # tp! to her bout being accused of committing kleptomanta 1H! Sixth avenue es, and Amy threatened to slap me, ata! Mamma’ De Branscombe got a bottle of beer and eome cold! tomatoes and macaront out of the Ice-Liox and ate it and said! she'd been lke a mother to me, and that nobody loved her ‘and that she wished she was dead, and I kissed her and sata! I was sorry, and that I #ould loave them and go out into the: night <o beg my bread if 1t would make them any happier, and then Mamma De Branscombe sald after all we ai 1 feel thankful that poverty was no disgrace, and went to & to read ‘A Mad Marriage; or, The Lunatic Lover,’ and Amy and I got out the cards and told fortunes ull 2 o'clock then we went to bed. “Say, don't you think the Horse Show {s lovely? ROY L, Of CARDDLAMS Pointed Paragraphs, It iy probably a woman's funny bone that makes her tamgey in her sieeve. ro But few women ehow discretion in the selection of things to be left unsaid. oaths The reason the average man cannot tell js because she would rather talk than Ist 3 Never tell a girl that her face looks like a picture; ary think you think she painted the portrait hervelf, rh ‘A woman who probably knows says ft ts far more Pe {sah | gust 1 peing a caan after her own heart it's his fault i¢ he When-a girl begins to epeak of a male see factory to wait for a husband before marriage than ft terward. .) bea! yal wet ompression of the waist may be harmful, but if the nag i man attempts it most girls are. willing to shal ni, 1 4" I Ps i: .