The evening world. Newspaper, March 24, 1908, Page 12

Jo Blarid, Pwdlisned Daily Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, rk Row, New York JOSEPH PULITZER, Vree,, 1 Rat td Sireet Entered at the Post Office 4 Bubdseription 1 World for t and Ci One Year...... One Month... VOLUME 45.. MIDDLEMEN. T the Amer Hi ion whi the consumer pays and how suce sive middlemen r the laborers wh capital: ts who furni who produce the raw material. Settlements Ass¢ exhib’ in boarders, and how the fathers, mgthers, children and boarders work together making clothing. One of the exhibits shows a baby’s dress which cost fourteen cents for labor, twenty cents for material and sold at a fine shop for $2.50. Shirts which retail at $1.50 represented a payment for labor and cost of less than farty cents. Dresses which sold on Fifth avenue for $5 apiece paid only twenty cents to the women and children who sewed ey a eee Many of the visitors were shocked at these great discrepancies between cost and value and at the pictures of the labor which pro- duced them. The exhibition would be of even more educational value were its scope wider. There should be a minature oil well and a photograph of | men drilling it, risking their lives to blow It with dynamite, laboring | night and day to keep pumps going and the supply of petroleum flowing. | For their labor, their capital and risking their lives they receive one and a half cents a gallon. The Standard Oil Company takes this petroleum and sells the naphtha, gasoline, paraffine and other by- products for more than the whole original cost and the transportation and the refining, and then charges eleven cents a gallon for the kerosene. The producer gets one-tenth of what the consumer pays. Another picture should be a dairy farm where the wife gets up by lamplight to have breakfast ready before sunrise, and the farmer begins milking at 4 o'clock to be at the station with his filled cans befare the milk train comes. He has invested in his farm and cows an average of $300 capital to each cow. He works hard and long hours. For his milk he averages less than three cents a quart and the consumer in New York pays elght cents. The fruit raiser spends his winter spraying and pruming his trees, his spring and summer in cultivating and fertilizing them, his fall in gathering, packing and ship- ping fruit. After paying for the 3 barrel, the frelght and the commis- sion man, he receives about one- «Pay m of Natural n everybody should } about. It tells i form the story of how lit producer gets of what ceive more than jo the work, the h the employ- ment and the farmers and miners The Child Labor Committee, the msumers’ League and the College ion arranged an ition of life and labor in the tenement house. There are models and photographs showing how fam- ilies live in two rooms and take The Evening Worid Daily Magazine, Tuesday, Ma | -As-You-Enter,” By Maurice Ketten. rch 24, 1908. | jeteseetecesesene PRAAOSEEMESLES ESS SOSSESORSESOSEOOS Py SSSSHSSS: 8. | CHPIFSISISIIISS: Story The Count and | Henry.) (Copyrighted, 197, by McClure, Phil- {ps & Co.) NE evening when Andy Donovan O went to dinner at his Secon se, M . boarder, avenue boarding- Scott tntroducet him to a n a young lady, Miss Conway way was small and unobtrusive. on the front steps enjoying his cgar. ‘There was a soft rustle behind and above him, and A turned his head and had his head turned. Just coming o' Conway. She wore a of crepe de-crepe de— black goods. Her hat was b from {t drooped and fluttered vel), filmy as a spiders web. @ stood on the top step and di zloves, Mr. Donovan Miss Conway der: Hghted sure nobody you By Roy L. McCardell. ¢ of goodness, e regurded } rise and awe. s that thing? asked third of a cent for an apple which the street peddlers sell at two for five cents. The truckman fs lucky to get two cents a head for lettuce and forty cents a bushel for potatoes. The canning factories are now mak- ing thelr tomato contracts at $8 a ton, and the farmers who have kept cabbage over the winter are trying to get $6 a ton. Two-thirds of the people of the United States are working hard producing things to eat and to wear. Half of the other third are working hard in transporting these things from one neighborhood to the other. jo not appear to be interestea said Mrs. Jarr. Jair, “It used to be! , and {t has been in some «me, ere going to say?” added Mr. Jarr. | dress; ever: choking yourself?" too pronov t a ittle too—ahem! And don't you say I am!" flashed Mrs, Jarr. }) This Will Show You That a Man Can’t Talk About Woman’s Dress Without Chirping Like a Street Car ‘‘Ad.’’ or Being Foolish “That's Just like a man! A woman imagines when upon a rare ss that he is going to compliment her on ‘ou're too fat! Jarr's neckdressing | c “well, if I wore | Mttle plump," she said, if s0 much in what | Nicely , It's all ret “It {3 to give one the Jar. snaky? If yo “Yes, and she'd get_m: pleasant,” said Mrs, Jarr mean to me you like! And I t ody says It's very be but now they ave Nazimova cuffs Har, while they style ts] “But y ‘Of | whole body id Mra,| “Do I wear a dress to mak collars and sleeves, | the strec asked Mrs. Jarr. “The ation makes | ced for me » very muc n won't dress sensibly. dour © galled with a check-rein. n Talk of women saying » gotting old he tells you you are gett! 1g of the k: said Mr. Jarr, ‘This helped some, but Mrs. Jarr wasn't wholly mollified. ‘And even {f I am|Conway at the end ‘the Nazimova collar {s to take away that effect and| were « hat's all!’ ” give an air of gracefulness to the neck and make one carry one's chin potsed Jarr hastily. of snakiness,” oontinued Mrs. Jarr. e extreme, as if to !mpersonate a cobra. “Nazimova {n|and a castle in It It was Maziini was his Mr. Jarr. 4 women want to dress |Objected, of cuurs was a snake f you told her “And why eh e'd get mad." was a cat or anything else un- cs can’t turn your head to look after anybody without turning your around," faltered Mr. Jarr. "I leave that for the men to do." l certainly do St 1f you wear that dre: fd Mr. Jarr softly. asked Mr. Jarr. “And don't you This information did not seem to be wholly displeasing to Mrs. r z she replied mildly that # men chose to look after her she couldn't help t. ( sald Mr. Jarr, ‘if tt sults you it sults me; Jarr, and) only I can't see why How can anybody be so foolish as to put anything around their necks like that?” Then Mr. Jarr, who was dressing to go out with his good lady, proceeded | wit q position as ceshier in @ cand; lump for that style to array himself in a high white collar the points of which stuck up tn his untt! he had to spend the evening with his head up in the air like al where th “He was n hour, “We to be n 1 next spring I don't want you to t t I am stringing you, Mr. |was a real Cou the beat of him eloped, but papa cv us back. to Italy Papa's very |Fernando wanted to Jthcusand dollars for jcailed him down sumet woul le take ar |any presents from him. And when [nando sailed L cane to the ree days ago T got a letter from Italy, fonwarded from P'k!psae, suying — Yet the people who produce nothing, but who merely act as mediums of exchange and ibu- tion between producers and con- & sumers, get as much for them- IE selves as all the others put together. Letters from the People. e time ago, “L" patrons, The rear subway and “L" tr @iven up to the men as a sim and I with popula here. What do othe about it? D sries Ended March 14. Kindly inform me w ries of the Opera ave endea last r ear from y nt . MI Wonizet Elix 2 epreared in) 7 a Maroh 17, 1 Mareh 14 ¢ The F . ee, ; sas Hotel M reference t e ' ' Would Save His Momer York tng plan w F passed mak . ®anizations 1 ‘ ° ¥ pes coape Se aposed of wi she ts t n ania veer obetwom the ages of Gfteen and bur one mothen TRVLNG, iJ \ TAKE YouR? _PHOTO GRAPHS uvenile Courtship \@ fo ‘Nsoreetowre™ | MISTOH CHOLIIONLELY, | IT Ar bp Te You. ;—~~ AH'D HAB YoU UN'ER-s~~; STAN?! DON'T % rs : TRY, TER (a Loox Too % ¢% GALUPTIOUS; OIS AM GWINE TER BEA, lYASSIR-I5e { {EXPECTATION | DONE ALL) 7 READY 2) | GUESS YOULL HAG TER SCUSE) | YOHS A CHEAP. ws 4 MEP ats UNDAM ERY 43%, (L9837HH-AN, MISAPPRECIATIONS~ YT DE eae Pictu ety Dis Att A FLOATOGKAFT OB Two PUSSONS, {KEEP Quirr/ | KEEP QUIET, hat Fernando had been killed In a gon ja accident. By F. G. Long | “That 1s why I am in mourning. My (oI CAM, ‘heart, Mr. Donovan will remain for ever in his grave. I guess I am poor company, Mr. Donovan, but I cannot take any interest in no one. I should not care to keep you from gayety and your friends who can smile and enter- tain you. Perhaps you would prefer to | walk back to the house?” ” |*I'm Awful Sorry ! | «rm awful sorry,” sald Mr, Dono- | van, gently, “No, we won't walle back to the house just yet. And don't say | vou haven't no friends In this city, Miss Conway. I'm awful aorry, and |1 want you to delleve I'm your friend, | and that I'm awful sorry.” a got hie picture here in my locket," sald Miss Conway, after wip: ling her eyes with her handkerchtef. ler never showed it to anybody; but 1 |witl to you, Mr. Donovan, because I |belleve you to be a true friend.” | Mr, Donovan gazed long and with much Interest at the photograph In the Jone to command Interest, It was a | smooth, Intelligent, bright, almost aA handsome face—the face of a Strong, |oheerful man who might well be a [leader among his fellows. | "T have a larger one, framed, in my | room," said Miss Conway. "When we |return I will show you that. ‘They aro all I have to remind me of Fernando But he ever will be present In my heart, that’s a sure thing.” | Before they parted in the hall the eve w she ran yalrs and broush! down the framed photograph wrappe lovingly In @ white stlic seart, Mr | Donovan surveyed it with inscrutable wes, Two weeks later Andy was sitting Wear black. w on black silk Se \s The Greatest of Short Story Writers. : 0. Henry’s Stories of New York Life: PRIFFTIFFFTIIFITS savenecevesssenst No. 1?. Wedding Guest. (From “The Trimmed Lamp,” by Or “He gave me this the night he left r Italy.” sald Migs Conway. “I had the one for the locket made from this,” | “A fne-looking 1 sald Mr. Dono- yan, heartily, “How would {t sult you, Miss Conw to give me the pleasure mpany to Coney next Sunday of your ¢ later they announced thelr Mrs, Scott and the other s Conway continued to lers, A Week after the announcement the two sat on Same bench in the down town park, wiitle the fluttering leaves of the trees made a dim kaleldoscople picture of t in the moonlight, But jevan had worn a look of abstracted, com all day. He was 60 silent toe lips could net keep the Questions thag ‘opounded. matter, Andy, you are xrouchy to-night?" pard of Mike Sullle ig Mike’ Sullivan, sald Maggie. “And » Af he makes you act jo is he? reverer K he wants to with er old thing in the mile high and am You aay anything and you'l have a colarbone in about he made a vieit utry awhile back, © woes, but Mike's 4 to a little man or @ to a big one. I met © Bowery, and whag » does? Comes up and f says he, ‘I've ases on you. You've been I told lind of it, and That's what and he always dit, Maggie, bug ands cut off to at our wedding, of my » 4 man’s wed- hg married that's ) why I'm @ long Ume, but Maggte hen, suddenly, ebe noulder and began 1 shake with sobs, s arm tg and wetting Maggie. “I've Mea 1 hever marry me, or 1 that ve 2 ver Was 30 ser of a count, I “iu in my Ufe, But al) Shad; and they taco i and that seemed to make vne made for my locket, and made up “|uii that story about the Count, an@ ‘|about his being killed, so 1 coud wear black. And nobody can love a lar, and you'll shake me, Andy, and I'll dle tow Qh, there never was angbodgr 1 ed but you—and that's all.” Comiession, but instead of being pushed awag, she found aAndy’s arm folding bee closer, She jooked up and saw his face cleared @nd smiling. “Could you-could you forgive ma Andy? “Sure,"" said Andy. “It's ell eight about that. Back to the cemetery tow the Count. You've straightened every Wung out, Maxgie. I was in hopes you would before the wedding dey. Buy. irk Nandy,” said Maggie, with @ some> what sly smile, after she had been oughly assured of forgiveness, did you belleve all that stdry about the CountT* “Well, not to any large extent,” sal@ Andy, reaching for his cigar case; “bee cause it's Big Mike Sullivan's oloture you've got in that locket of yours." Another O. Henry Story Tomorrows es locket that Miss Conway opened for) him. The face of Count Mazzint was —_———. A Glimpse of Paradise, By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. CAUGHT a glimpse of Paradim I While gazing in my aweetheast's eyes. Lhe Mght of neither “land oF sea” For ono brief moment shone oa me hat perfect Joy that ne’er can be In stern life's gad reality, But now T know and realize The perfect love that posts prtwe \nd wing of in thelr ecstasy, No matter now what clouds artes, No matter what before me les, hat swift, shy look of sweet sur. prise vill ever more abide with me ehrot time and all eternity,