The evening world. Newspaper, September 7, 1908, Page 10

The Eveni Peblished Daily Hxcept Sunday by the Press Pulishing Company, Nos. 83 to 68 q I Row, New York £F QOMRPH PULITZER, Pres, 1 Bayt 14 Sir US SHAW, See Treas, £01 Wen! 115th Streeh Soe Jay ¢ Mall Matter, inent and 6 Entered at the Posi-Office at New York Ra £ Bubseription World { @ GnGconnGdad » NO, 17,184 SUICIDE, HE appalling number of suicides of persons well to do and educated cannot have escaped notice. A two- weeks’ record of cases of self- slaughter reported in the news in- cludes two clergymen, one the treas- urer of a university; a college pro- fessor and poet, an inventor, two physicians, an American travelling in Europe with a bank credit of 25,000, an nMinager, Two brides killed themselves, one a girl of sixteen, Of those who left letters giving the reasons for the rash act one put the blame on religion, and others were “merely tired of life” or un- able longer to bear pain, One ascribed the deed to “despondent spells for which my Creator is responsible.” His Creator responsible for fits of depression following business reverses, or overeating, or a “night out!” It is a pitiful exhibition of masculine egotism. : The blame is not to be shifted. It rests on the shoulders of these i unfortunates who rashly snuffed out their lives in obedience to the whim if of the moment. Their suicide was confession, not necessarily of guilt, as in the case which led Webster to coin the phrase, and in the cases of de- faulters and gambling bank presidents who slay themselves, But it was confession of moral weakness, of a violated trust; confession that the insurance If suicide was not worthy of the life which it was given him to live through i , _ to its natural end as the humble toilers live it, suffering but enduring and i! plodding on. Taking their greater numbers into consideration, they fur. nish fewer suicides relatively. no LW. HH TOM The “great American crime” has been variously designated. The ng World Daily Magazine, Monday, Sep Signs of the Zodiac---No. 0 By M. De Zayas. Re |SAQITTARIWS | q | g CG oP ose 0 sce ee Noo Yee q i} Za > 8) i ~ | Y 0) by Oo if i ig Slaughter of citizens by the railroads Is so described. Lynching and the 4 national riot of homicide are called by the name. But is not that more ‘ truly the great American crime which reduces the population by 5,498 in H one year—suicide? In the five years from 1900 to 1904 inclusive, in th: i States requiring the registration of deaths, there were 20,834 suicides, In i fifty cities during the decade from 1895 to 1904, 26,079 persons pur ; posely made away with their lives, j That is to say, suicide wiped out the equivalent of a Populatior 4) farger than that of Poughkeepsie, or equal to that of Gloucester. The i loss of a Gloucester fishing crew on the Banks moves the nation to sym: | pathy. What of the loss every ten years by self-slaughter of a commu: } nity the size of all Gloucester? ai If the suicide would only wait before pulling the trigger or drinkin; i the glass of acid! If he would only temporize and give fate a day ot | grace! . Another twenty-four hours and the whole aspect of life | ¢ might change. The impulse to self-destruction might pass like a bad! i dream. A new incentive to live might arise. A pleasantry exchanged | f with a friend, a drink, a day's outing or a chapter from a novel might | radically alter the current of thought and delay dnd defeat the morbid | desire, In London they are raising a national find for a monument to man who attempted suicide when a clerk in Madras a century and a half ago. This man was Robert Clive, afterward: victor at the battle of Plassey and creator of a new em- pire. If the attempt had been suc- cessful King Edward would not be “Emperor of India,” and Clive would not be accounted, as he is {0- day, one of the greatest of Eng | ‘You might say you are glad to see me, anyway,” |eaid the lawyer, | “i am," sald Mr. Jarr, | | will for me,” By Roy L. McCardell. “I want you to fix up my| LMOST every household |) you are not expecting to quit us?” esked the A as {ts unofficial tamily | tayyer doctor and lawyer—8om"! «who knows when hig time comes?’ replied Mr. | friend they ask advice from petty medical and 1. mat- ters, but whom they never pay. It was the family-friend law- Jarr In a hollow volce “I want to see that my wife gets my life insur- ance In case anything does happen.” that without a will,” ald the | yer that Mrs, Jarr felt con-| “Oh, she'll get strained to call upon, She told lawyer. m all her woubles and asked! ' {ve best to have one—saves a lot of compll jd Mr. Jarr. I have it t im to bave a talk with Mr. “T want to leave my wife Jar. y | {ng, but I want| marries again | No, I'll leave | her. ¢ family-friend lawyer was given directions as to where he would find Mr, Jarr, it being that to her. j , because she's | - way: re the best woman ‘n the world ‘3 too good stated that he was always there Ae e: r; | anu never spent a moment tn his home. “There” was, of course, Gus's place, where M: Jarr was eftting, forlorn and alone, at a table In th corner, wondering how long !t would te before be eg would be able to have a cheerful home again, itever, “No,” aaid Mr. Jarre, ‘Tt might starr “How are you, Fd, old man?” began th» lawyer Wouldn't alarm her for the world Have a drink?” + this matter, . hed rop in veek,” replied Mr, ‘18. i ; savenit foetal a he ay ae cn "You haveh't any private papers or anything lke arr morosely. A hi er ‘You had better talk this matter over with her ind agree on the terms of your will,” awy i suid the) ber. 1 You and I can Remember, she's to hav; avary- | that at your office you wouldn't want rour wife to| ) stay.” see—things youd like me to look over and destroy?” | ‘One won't hurt you,” sald the lawyer. “Come | asked the lawyer. “Of course, it sounds nonsensical @n and join me, Don't let a man drink alone.” to talk that way to a man in good healt’ and the “I'm going to let every man drink alone, and I'm! prime of Ilfe, but, as you say, It's well to be golng to let drink alone, too,” said Mr. Jarr, “Never prepared.” was on the stuff much anyhow, and the more I see ‘o need of that,” said Mr. Jarr virtuous!: “My of it the Jess 1 care for It. life has been an open book. I haven't a ing at te pangs eta Ene eam enema enlmn patti ta 0. AFRICA \ Fifty Great Love Stories of History By Albert Payson Terhune | NO. 32--LOUIS XVI, AND MARIE ANCOINETTE, | SIXTEEN-YFAR-OLD French boy and a fourteen-year-old Auste!an A girl were married In 1771, For years thereafter they were not in | the least in love. It was only when danger threatened that they | became lovers, The girl was Marie Antoinette, one of the sixteen children of Marle Theresa, Empress of Austria, The voy was Louls, the Dauphin (Crown Prince) of I'rance. In 1774 at the death of his grandfather he became | King Louls XVI. Louls was a short, fat, awkward, goggle-eyed youth, with the manners |of a ploughman and the brain of a kindergarten child, He would have |made a fairly good blacksmith, He made a wretched king. His highest |I{dea of wit was to run up behind a servant who was staggering along with | 40 overloaded truni and to tickle him under the arms, Once in a mood jof innocent merriment he broke with his cane the back of a pet dog that | dad ventured too close to him and laughed himself sick over the poor animal's death strigglee. In a court whose exquisite grace and courtesy was world famous, this prince, who had the grace of an ice wagon and the courtesy of a sick bear, won the title of “The Lubberly Lout,” and was openly laughed at by everyoue. Marie Antoinette had little more sense {than ber boy-huaband. But she was pretty, frivolous and vivacious. In- cidentally she was heartless, and was a delighted Som mediller in politics (which she did not In the least An Odd Pair understand), She joined in the ridicule against | of Lovers, her lubberly busbaud, He did not resent this. | Ore In fact, he was not, at first. sufficiently ‘uterested | in his pretty wife to resent anything, He neglected her—not through malice, but stupidity—and left her to amuse hersel in the gay court, undisturbed by his companionship. He did not 8o much as kiss her until after they had been married two or three years. Marie Antoinette, thrown upon her own resources for entertainment, launched out in a career of galety which, while Innocent enough, made her decidedly unpopular. She vas an Austria and I’rance hated Aus- jtria, She was fond of romping—and the stiff French court frowned on such breach of et! :. She dressed so gaudily that her mother on re jcelving her picture sent tt back with the rebuke: “This is not « prince: It {s some actress.” At church Marie Antoinette would kneel reading her prayerbook with a reverent ntfon that won her fine reputation for Plety—until !t was discover: at the prayerbook covers merely hid the | pages of a revoltingly improper novel. She knew go little of the needs of the people that when she heard that the poor were dying for lack of bread jshe asked: “If they can't get bread, why don’t they eat cake?” | Such were the two empty-headed children who, in 1774, were called |wpon to rule France, at a time when that nation's for 8 required gov ernment by the wisest of brains and the noblest of hes For centuries | France had been misruled. Y ly the plain people were more and more joeuslly taxed to provide mo for the King and the nobles to throw jaway {n wild extravagance. The poor were treated like dogs. Yet, such was their loyalty to the throne that the populace at large had endured all this injustice, and were prepared to endure much more, sooner than "to cast down that expensive, useless figurehead known as “Royalt But Louls XVI. had a positive genius for making blunders. His wite was perhaps the only person !n hist who could make worse ones. Together they formed a combination of criminal {clly t n fourteen years Mdehaya. The Circumstances Under Which Mr, Jarr Made His Will And Mrs. Jarr's Rapid Diagnosis ot the Lawyer’s Report the office, no more tian 1 bave at home, thet I'd be atrald for anybody to see!” “Glad to hear tt,” said the lawyer, “But I only | thought"—— “Say no more!" sald Mr. Jarr generously, ‘Fhe only thing I'd regret, if I were to die, is that I did not give up smoking long ago. I've wasted a lot of money In that way. And I've lost mone, playing poker too. Seven dollars twice and once five dollars, and Rangle and I have bet on the races a couple of times. A man regrets such wastefulness when he thinks the money would have meant more comfort id happiness to his tamil: ‘Is that all you've wasted?” asked the lawyer. "T don't wonder you are worrled; the good die young. “Well, I've had to pay for the drinks when [ played pinochle and did drink,” sald Mr. Jarr dole- fully. ‘But I'll never touch another card and I'm on the wagon for good, ao we'll let that go, although I wish there was some way I could make up for It, I'm going to try.” The lawyer blinked at this “Yes,” sald Mr. Jarr, “I want my will made, but I don’t expect to die I want to Iive and work hard for my family and leave them well to do, that's m7 one ambition. And while I'm living I'd like to be making a lot of money 80 my wife could have a/ good time and dress well. There's a fine woman, too good for me. Never complains or says a word!" The lawyer friend seid he'd attend to everything and bade Mr. Jarr a hearty good night, He telephoned from the drug store on the next corner to Mrs. Jarr that she didn’t deserve a good man like Edward Jarr, “I might have known you'd go out drinking with him. Tl get @ real lawyer!” raniied the indignant lady, Society Notes From Podunk A re men. Clive in the end died by own hand, but that was after. His life is not exactly an example of Christian virtues. But it points one valuable moral for the would-be suicide: Wait! Give life another trial and yourself another! chance, i —_— — eee a | | Letters from the People. Yeu. | sustenance and fertilizer, are taker. ‘Be the Editor of The Evening World, away, putting ng in thelr place. A man coming to this country from | The leaves should never be removed, Lat England, never becoming a them lay until spring to be buried near | " has a son born tn this an | trees 1 bushes, Then like In a forest : that son vote without taking out! the lives of the trees are insured, The naturalization papers, the father | of and the | } fing resided here tv y-three y ? of t Leaves not te L. HAMM rich the ¢ 2, they also hold | a8 it Bayonne, N. J necessary t $36 West End avenue al DISH, | | Will Have to Wait | | Three Miles, fifo the Editor of The ne World Malthe walter ore | here under eighteen years Dats | tee Hi \ hat Ititled to my full pavers, or must T ket | Saugerties, N.Y id 4 my first, and after ty ‘ W. COWEN my full pape 0 No. 139 ue thas No. 2 East f 4 i} You must take out first » a and the Fat The Eve wait two years. 1 Pra y The Trees in Central Park MAS ' Fo the Falitor of The F Pee are ny rie shes TFOduo!s Much has been ilu a nl aa HM! E daks (a Conta) Park Address Secretury Maritime s ’ change, No. TS Broad Street, Cit expenditure tr requires fee Aa iad ealthy condition Many Nic vere | . New York {ts a marine | pletely dead, a great nury ? sock! hk Vile se ona | he atural cn ay assistant purser. RO” | Ww withering. How's all the folks?” He's married.” “Why, how do you do, uncle. “They're all well ‘cept Bill. “Sakes alive, Hiram! “That's all right, Marta. % How could you afford !t?” They sold me that gold brick on thelr new easy payment plan—e dollar down an’ a dollar a week!" By J. K. Bryans| robbed France of Its last traces of loyalty to the throne. It is a jta think the French people were ripe for revolution ¥ ; Marie Antoinette came to the throne, They were not, > j King’s Cue Has been more sladly hafled. Every one believed Louis would |bring about an era of good times. He was almost worshipped by the jmation at large. Perhaps no other couple on record could so thoroughly have turned this devotion to hatred in so short a time, i Louls and Marie Antoinette grew to be sincerely attached to each other. There tg no doubt the stuvid King learned to worship his vain. foolish wife, and to rely on advice, as had Charles I., of England, on that of Henrietta Maria, An ult. When the people | srun.bled the Queen laughed io scor vague idea of grant: ing them justice. When famine and horrible povérty stalked abroad, it | Was she who persuaded Louia to dismiss such Statesmen as were trying to reduce expenses and to ent nses 3 enter upon new greater courses of uENIHIG ate stake ever had a French CE naneaanananaanal travagance. Through hi The Fall of for Marle Antoinette, more than by angnatine the Bastile cause, Louis worked out his own destruction For Brrr! 1789, the people rose ag: Stroyed tar Ras: chief symbol. Even then. by listen ainst tyranny and de on, which was that tyranny’s 1 § to wise counsel, Lou save) hit crown and his head, Instead ho lot h ft be alae Queen and her friends, Asa result the French Revolution i was dethroned, then imprisoned, tien beheaded Merle Natalia Bes the people looked upon as the author of thelr wrongs, was aleo cast j 8 prigon and made to suffer such ‘ndignities that her hair turned whit vA lese romantic cause for this sudden whitening of the Queen's hair |, on | gested by bistorlans, who say that in n she conld procure at sah ‘he hair dye by watch she had hitherto fousht off this sign of premuence old ate a ee 1793, Marie Antoinette was beheaded ae is Queen has been {dealized as « tyr and ¢ Kare tieeet nae cee ese ae as a Martyr and denounced as ‘vile a silly, heartless, v. " paid heavily for the wholesae aufferings she had Pies woman ‘who le pris P —$—____. Missing numbers of this serten will be supplie (o Circulation Department, Evening World, cent stamp. d upon appiicatfon upon receipt of one OMODOOD HE ® tions of a Lechelor Girl . By Helen Rowland T {a uncertainty that makes the weat Interesting; { k her or a woman there wouldn't be any fun tn life 1f both of them were monotonously pleasant all th he Ume, If you want a man to hate a girl, ask her to meet ht every time he calls; too much of anything, dinner or champagne, or a woman, Is bound to take away hie appetite. It dosen't require mental acience for a man to keep on telling @ rich girl that tw loves her untll he believes it himself. i The late financial panic sinks into Insignificance be- side the panic of the man who has started to tip the walter in a@ smart restaurant and discovery that he has EV ROWEAME just one S0-cent piece left in his pockets. Before marriage, when @ man is moody and glum, a girl longs to know what {a eating at his heart; after marriage she merely wonders what he hag been eating for luncheon, A man’s remorse on “the morning after” is such a little thing beside the headache that he scarcely notices It. The man who kisses a woman against her will has about as much idea of sentiment a# @ boaconstrictor of table manners, SS How Moving Pictures Are Made. By Harris Merton Lyon. Sq OUR THOUBAND people packed the space in front of Borough Hatt, Brooklyn, the while they gazed at a baseball bulletin board. The police moved here and there clearing the car tracks. Up came ® Pa| doy. He didn't look much like @ boy—because he was an actor, Be P= hind him toddied an old woman, and behind ber « stage manager, a vamera man, and a helper. Soarcely had the old woman established herself on the ourbstone before @ trolley car came clanging down the avenue, The boy spat professionally on his hands. The old lady gathered herself together. The car was thirty feet away and bowling along in vely fashion, writes Harris Merton Lyon in the New Broadway Magazine “Now, gol’ yelled the stage manager, Out onto the tracks she Went. It was w business of seconds and split seconds. Subtly somewhere a camera began clicking off its little stamp plc- tures, the photographer turning away at a crank like a housewife grinding coffee. “Now, you!" was the sevond command. ‘This time the boy leaped out. The car came jarring to a standstill. The motorman jumped down to the resoue. ") “Keep back!" The stage manager again. “Let the boy save her.” Then the crowd took its off the baseball results long enough to stare at the picture of a young man carrying an old woman in his arms to safety out from under the very wheels of the terrible trolley car. “Who got hit?” “Was the old lady hurt?” “What fa it, an accident?” No; it was the An-erican Vitagraph Company’s crew of five-dollar-a-day actors, bound on thelr day's work of telling In pletures the herole “Life of a New York Lad”—slz hundreg fget of It, and twenty pletures to the foot, 4 | |