The evening world. Newspaper, December 18, 1905, Page 14

The Evening World's Home Magazine, by tho Press Publishing Company, No, 8% to 63 Park Row, New York, Watered at the Post-OMce at New York a* Second-Class Mall Matter, VOLUME 46... sessens vosves coseee severe 16,189, Bird-Cage “Engineering.” Next Wednesday, unless they change their minds again, the Board] of Estimate will hear arguments for and against the proposed bird-cage “terminals” of the Manhattan Bridge. "This bird-cage is a sample of boss government as opposed to govern- ment of, by and for the people, The Low administration planned a good bridge, up-to-date, approved yy leading engineers. For political reasons connected with the sources supply of bridge material, the plan was changed by Best, who knew | nothing about bridges when named as Commissioner, and is not per- ‘mitted to use what knowledge he now has. Three years were lost by that change, three years of the jam at the present Bridge! Now the Merchants’ Association advises Mayor McClellan to go back ‘to the Low plan. He will not do it, It would be too raw a confession of municipal blundering, Yet the Best plan is structurally unfit and pre- Ss. And now, after three years of delay to replace a good bridge by ai one—for reasons—it is actually proposed to repeat the blunder of Phe up-in-the-air “terminals” of the present Bridge! The makeshifts, the fimper-spoilers, the rib-breakers! The Bridge needs a “terminal” about as much as the Boston trains a terminal at New Haven and an “all out to climb ninety-nine steps cross the river.” Brooklyn citizens might go to that hearing and $0, y Real Seven-League Boots? From Paris, home of the velocipede and the motor car, now come tmotor boots that carry the wearer along twenty-five miles an hour. Is fhe age of individual rapid transit at hand? Are seven-league boots a} Teality? Motor boots appear to be sublimated roller skates, To each boot are ached four rubber-tired wheels, eight inches in diameter. The pro- ; om! power is derived from electric accumulators held in a belt, It! a the velocipede only twenty years to become the safety bicycle. | Jen years after Daimler fixed a small gas engine to a bicycle the motor Dewehicle was a practical success, Withln a few years shall we need, merely to put on motor boots to be whisked down to the office and back again a night? Twenty-five miles an hour means Harlem in twenty minutes tn the Open air without risk of asphyxiation or dismemberment. It means half “an hour to the Oranges or Yonkers and the outermost confines of the commuting belt in ordinary train time. Hats off to Constantini, abolisher of the car crush! Hats off to him as an apostle of fresh air, liberator of an enthralled people from the shackles of transit monopoly, benefactor of mankind! May he live to see all New York gilding along in speed and comfort and with a pleasurable sense of space annihilation on his rubber- | tired motor boots! One Man; Many Jobs. Theodore P. Shonts is the digger of the Panama Canal. If he puts ft through he will win fame surpassing that of De Lesseps after Suez, You would think that good enough for one man. Yet Shonts sticks to the presidency of his little old Clover Leaf Railroad, | ; Charles A, Peabody is to be the Standard Oil president of the Mus ‘tual Life—to the disgust of the policy-holders. He is to get $50,000 a| year—-one-third as much as Father MeCurdy, but the same as President | Is an father’) y man big enough to spread out over one big job and some ers? Ni 4 fo} y ay ; 4? fo} y es | Meopyright, 1905, by Little, Brown & Co.) ) ages are nure to be wanting a fight, so) o! ECEDING CHAPTMRS: | Mf. Britisher obliges, and Somme along A cowboy, rescued Lord | hot with rifles and Maxim guns, Sav- the’ latter aon J Arizona, Bal 4 fo that {f a few get take up @ ranch, 1 Indians br r rokery from be hed at home. see how Mr, Britisher may Peaceful scrapping with ar or go play with his want a licking have his other bi when savages bu i shakes t does he it and dan 6 us Ameri- as that, turn loose p each other out may prefer It with loco on! vows gratitud ins for son but all that Mr. Britisher. 6| paint—biack s N he puts on 1 top erin a fran ry 1 mov Sim's mother dies, Ryan soe ranch in payment of fal: | 8 Wwhannon. inn Ryan thi passion, and goes to law mura Now look, see how these two families, mitiionalre, to with 9 the du Chesnays and the Ryans, went J Aa band! to law. They came of the best fightin om the way and capture the millionaire. | stock on earth; they were whole-blood- | 4 ed Irish, but they went to law. The du | 4 CHAPTER X. Chesnays turned the Ryans out of t | q home and country, which was ¢ Storm Gathering, nen the Ryans did worse; lay low | “PR 2 whole lot Interesting to wee how | and waited bitter years, gathered thetr Aifforent sorts of people put up a| SfeMet!, and struck from behind—the fight. Cat, she spits se ets tees Bla with drink and h ole’ dog, he says no remarks, nis cattle, left him hal but opens up with teeth: hom, he's| ishty awift to paw; bull, he hooks; 1h fight, then selzed the home to try 1 P d *\| turn a dying lady into the desert “oan os dle abgig " be he @8'®/ kept within the law, but there waa not + Pre Mm he pokes with @/an honest card in tls whole game. #word; German, he slashes; Sponiard. | | was foul play, and one " The throws his knife; nigger, he barbers |) jim Seat n ft t Hi fh %! iD Around with a razor, and all of us have] iaw in the fixht with Roane eee | BANE same feelings to express In Some! Ang yer 1 reckon t at after the fret Ptfelt, audden way, If you're looking) gery); ete, kuch eh miles of hi all that day Jim's trouble with Mr, Cowboy you Want) main ty iPeaeeieur ’ tame yourself aod get pretty didn’t (eee out the dinner he it before he shoots, But at prose} oy id by sundown he quit my mind Is set on Britishers, which | C87" Who was dead and who was Eis @ complicated tribe, and they sure ned, as he 1 on, with aching ht most various. nes and a orse, Lt was nigh dark when ed the on Mr, Britisher is merely feeling And wants to loose out his joy @ Hite wholexome ecrap, he hates to Kil his man first Mt would spoll future sport. So Trish he (urns himself loose a > Mine at Grave < dusk, Around h low swell whed cactus, bl IMs of ro ®@ Club, or if he's Scotch or Eng- re him the at heads and the feels for the other man with ote with Seereiing streaks of bive , That relieves him, and | *eete lamps. He jockeyed his worn Sharm. But sometimes he feels | Norse past the Jim Crow Mine, and ke ‘There's nobody special | house where my cousins lived, t Misses Jameson, then on through seat to spare for burial, and| tered suburts, till, swinging round the have war. That's why his | corner into the main street, he rolled hunting pre-| gt @ canter for the stable-yard. bar- of the Sepulchre saloon ‘Mls nome called, and reined to Kill, his small home tribe To the WAttor of The Mvening World: | Roosevelt. It is supposed that he will retain his lucrative post as W, W,|o New York? If so. tn F ‘Astor's estate agent and his directorships in a dozen different enterprises, | "h° Wer® the other candidat To the PAttor of The Frenine Word Monday Ewening, Vecem Perfectly Killing. By J. _— s/s TE HE: VES It\ WAS ~ HO HO ~A OFA | JOKE — HA HA/, Cory. \ Campbell AAW HAW HAw | | TOLD HIM YOUR PULL WAS DUE TO YOUR RELATIONS WITH ME! HE HE HE! WASN'T THAT A JOKE ? HUGHES Letters from the People Answers to Questions les a section called Brownsville, The An Offtee Roy's Wail. | people tnhabiting that section are wells | ty en suitor of Thy Rrening World Mavor| meaning and hard-working, And yet} | am an office boy going on fifteen and to met "Tue world Is full of better often after work the B. Re T Hee graduate of grammar school and am in| 6oys than you are; and 1 got no more running to that section are filled wi one place fourteen months and earn| satisfaction wean t I want to hoodlums insulting respectable people | $2.60 a week, but am disc od be- | Men Who War iod. 98 office boys wha' ty the score. It Is about time the B-|cauee of treatment by clerks and call |{ence, an, oltice. boy has got to rhs e | bis profession. For tam disc R, T. oMeials acted in that matter. der me about Ike @ dog, and even thr | bad treatment and poe fis a MAX FORMAN. wrployer never praises, though I worl GW.R Ves, 1886, Howitt and George ‘ard. And when I asked for a raise of My salary the employer laughed and Did Roosevelt ever for year and BC. run ? Hoodlams, B, R. T. and In the eastern part of Brooklyn there oS: A Tale of the Arizona Desert <~ sharp to 5} te \ of 8 grabbed lilm, but he! with a roy Low-Lived Jde faced] Balshannon went gray, the cigarette boy from Rya unt went on. up a card on the deck, and passed some] dropped from his fingers, “Derd!" he limping out to mee ist i | i bar on the right were the| chips to Balehannon, ‘The rest of the} muttered. “Dead! The jooked up aust , eaeh with {ts erowl] players had quit to watch the big game] with @ queer sort of smile, “Anything “Bay se 6 1 Y t the third Jim saw] thi h. ise?’ he asked quite cheerfully, llgh seat watehing for] ‘Father, I want vou,” says he. ‘Bay, Dook,” sald Louisiana, “Td hia partner, who deal “Well, Jim," saya § non, “whats] jate to see you struck from not watch- ed ile e them he found hi @ trouble?’ He nm ked up, ng yo’ game,” jo 1 his way throug But the y was ~ all over hanks, Pete,” Balshannon staked 1 annon's #140, The) spather, come, L want you," out the whol winnings, then dim rolled from t ips were piled breast high 1%) Phe Dook staked, then rolled a cigars picked up the elgarette, struck a match als reln ® grou of him, for play Hud been HIKN | otte, “Don't bother me, Jim," says he, lighted it ied pitst the ori and and the Douk had had a run of luck. “you'll spoil the rune We do anys! ‘ome home!" the boy was whisper- without a word ‘ ‘bhe boy watched his father's face] thing, bov, for we've lost those caftle.'}| Ing, “Come home!" ould hardly walk, he reeled with excitement, his fever- “8, hin twitching lps, and restless ing to ge 7 € yrs at play with the round ivory him, and he staggered tn. The pl sounters which stoa@® for five thousand was crowded, but the clast of his spurs|dollars won since supper-time, Opyo- along the floor made several punchers| site he looked up at Loulsiana on the! drawied, ai turn round lasy, asking him to drink,}high seat, all bald-faced shirt and @ia- how's your because he belonged.te thelr trite, Two monds, guarding his stacks .of gold "Dead" “Ryan has seized the sheriff's there! Come out!" Balshannon quivered, but Joe shoved] chips. him a pile of blue chips, “Bo Banta Ci mother?” tee! ANCA va Ne tld aes in tnaking of wine, beer and cider may be included tn this category, Jim saw the tears rolling down his father's face and splashing on the “What's tho use, my boy?” he ber t id a large pa Children Back to Nature. ll In the pine forest which surrounds Berlin a day school has been estabe Every morning the pupils go out Into the forest and sp rt of the selves at intervals.” Gymnastics are freely taught, and under no other conditions do the little ones the city transferred to the forests without, But the ordinary school hours are 18, 1905. N Study-F i . ewest Study-Fad Brings GERMAN educational experiment, undertaken this year, is being watched with more than ordinary Interest by schoo! officials ali over the world Nehed for the benefit of children of that cliy who ure aad atekly, although Not suffering from any actual disease, and it lias restor y health, aying under the trees. . here ai ool-houses In the forests, and to these the children betake theme As far as possible, however, the lessons tha: are taught are under the trees, free from tho restraint of surrounding walls and overhanging co!lings 0 quickly learn the hygiento value of systematic physical exercise. Of course, music and other lessons are (aughit—ile school te primarily that of shortened !n order to permit greater freedom in romping through the woods. Two hours and a half a day are devoted to the lessons actually necessary for Scene At Tha Open Air School. bassing the various educational lards—and these are rigid in erman, says the hiladelphia North American, from whitch the accompanying illustrations are pro» duced, Whanever the days are ch school-houses, These |the g em of out Soon after |ehild’s meal cor plate of oatmeal After ings and o oF rain falls, sob instr airy and attractive, as on 18 oar bec ed on In the os a part of the woods the etty pupila are given breakfast A pint of milk and a poron of bread and bur orridge: e duties of the morning, roaming ar Fach oY, or & forest surrounde le ones s later on At housekeeping, to a Instructed as to various food v § After dt ttle shady and enjoy n slesta for @ time, Their 1 8 are resumed for a time, and toward evening the homeward march is taken up. is They are a the dinner, and {n preparing and serving nner nes seek the ————+4+. Good Microbes and Bad. HEN wine, milk or some oth | Ameng the people blood has ‘turned,’ For ages popular discernment has thus recognized a fundamental resemblance betweensthe change in organ! juman organism, to-day universally accepted by scie has 4 its beginning when the genius of Masteu ganic liquids “turn” for the simple reason that microscopic organ develop in them. He demonstrated that w beoomes tain microbes have been Introduced which change or modify Its natural q and that when milk turns, sours or thickens it Is owing to the work of la janice quid spoils we say that it “turns” " mployed ree to disease, id such a perso The ery ill, aiMecult. Di on “microbes,'* fea, en wi syru tiicrobes, which change sugar of milk to lactic acid, The obeervat d to “ihe est shment of a wonderful sclence, Then ft wag gs minds, which for some time had the presentiment that the which turned we? analogous to that of wine which tuned, says Dr. Elie Metchnikoff, tn the Philadelphia Kralger. Since microbes make wine and milk “sick,” other. 2M Ml In exac ne same way, And they found It to oe ® ) Whether good or bad, are capable of “turning” the blood, whether of man or beast. Rut the great majority of the microbic people content themselves with “turning” « 2 liquids and leave our blood alone, Among these last are also certain hart || ones, for whey spoil ferm d Mquors, such a9 wine, cider, beer, &o, It was through them that Pasteur won his first renown, Yiring, or “Pasteurization,” {s an efficient remedy to their harm. On the other hand, certain of these microbes are most useful to us, The y s which ald the In spite of the fact that the result of thelr Inbors, as {t appears in fermented Hquor, ts very | often abueed by man, WONDERFULLY SPIRITED AND INTERESTING. A LIVING ROMANCE OF WILD NATIVES AND WIDE DISTANCES 2 By Roger Pocock os the boy went staggering away &| the saddle here, and I'm awfully tired.” great yell went up. Balshannan was wale Bee: fon, Lm weary eome mye winning back his home. Jim pawed his revolver, Jim says he felt sick when he quit his| “Take some more,’ said Crook, and father, cold down the back, and the | passed ov: handful of cartridges to floor was all asiant and spinning round » Jim saw that the cripple Then everything went black, and he dropped. When "Yes." kK," says he, “about us, and the need of @ woke up he felt much bet ing killed? What's ing flat on the floor with lee trickling over his face. Ts Little Sone-eyed cripple was fe ding round brandy to him, “Here's luck!" he gulped. here's) my hat?" ya little Crook, “That's all at Mortuary id Ryan settin’ there?” “you | “4 “He's waltting for his son, the mille need fresh al: ji fonaire, yo Mie Jim got up, and wriggled loose, be: ji. 'hy sree too oo If Michael cause he hated belrg pawed, then led the way out past the three fiddlers § Old harmonium to th there was clear blue Where's my hor t 1 comes—If he comes, I say—his father reckons to bring him over to cal) ot escape. alt Ryan wan gate he ‘ook was lighting a cigarette, 8," says he, “la in the , unsaddled, rubbed down, w | fed befo’ now. I reckon you want to be watered _and fed yo'relf.” kid, I'm not feeling proud ugh for that. ’ Teoh me gate Tin, june a Ti wolt Ine watch me ea' m a id aide, and it T oayn't feed Till howl.” preva tal and "peinetaxi anivar, wen! 6 ple fou rout m} the corner, and when Jim caw Cyook | and J have been shrieking 4 ed free an ‘ore, then strayed bao! 0 le heavy to the street in front of the| Make a big song when O12 hurt, Sepulchre saloon. “Sit down,” eays Crook, “and I'll feed you a cigarette.” So they sat down ‘on the sidewalk and Jim yawned two yards antl a quarter at one stretch, "T eal'late.” says Crook, “that yo’ goin’ to be riding to-night, so T had le thrown on my buckskin mare, be riding my bed on the hat de breeding inke, yo’ lives, ydh Dook. Ryan and his autne allow dt wipe you out when Michael com: “Ts that all?” Jim laughed. taking ) zt hev're + reckon that we-all MN cr ig 4 \ nd who is we-all? You’ like a white man ‘o-nient "Yoon after my poor roan and me like a lit brother, But why should you cai young chap? I've never seen you bes bs ro In my life; I don't even know your ‘My PY 5 Cee is Crook; I works at the A whould you tnt, hurt i¢ Foun ike tha But wh bins A mot “Well, partner’—Orook whole fot neryous—"1 got Puties saya Jim. “Do you know, |£" You from the boys, fre Dook's youngster, that only this morning T] Roding Dut areasers working for hi hurled mv mother, then I node a hun. 8 at's rough on up white men, but dred mtles, and If A*izona freenes over ight, hi rey Bd. Ho's to-night we'll go skating for all I care.” many 8 pe Rae a beh frille, any Ht Rae Di shot UP '0-lnalt’ aid of ‘thirst has been one ah Taughed Uke a son at Holy Crawas, We don’ Las} ; amount to much—cept whe qaune he liked the youngster's cheek. lan enemy ora frlerk hres you want “My father Isn't pining for any such tes Into this fi ne @ whole hen ae fF j and if they a them Ryans js d! up agin to-ni, " Peas night I expatot there'll with f ot ine first “Well, Kid," sak Jim ig Try @ way trom would jest leave Dook, Our at the back door of this saloon, be A lor “Td be Jim da Cheanay, riding for whatever wages I'm worth, A lord! what's the use of that?” ut It must be fine! t may be good enourh fe wut he's Irish, and ‘1 better, I'm an Amerien: “But still you'd be a tot vould my lordahip ki y pony from stumbling in front of a stampedo of cattle? Would & save my sealp m Apaches, or help iny little calves when the mountals Hong want men re my blood protect ae from rattlesnakes, | Ryans, or, skunks?” opt. ther wrant yo! . Yawnin, big mouth, : UE fomoriom wish they'd put 4 "Yo! eyes ki chearette to keop ple Bey ‘Can't we get my father houre?"* my father, t know any + at Yih Ah pot with " stions—waitnet