The evening world. Newspaper, November 27, 1908, Page 20

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PRESERVE THE PARKS N the form of a letter an Evening World reader who knows as much anybody about parks and trees in New York City has written litorial r of The Even pad with mneh pleasure, this time To the Edi g World Tretia, I ‘ul! a ie i Sis te Late ee sa Th i AN not unmixed with sorrow, your ttt} Ht H most interesting article in The Evening World headed, “Brook- lyn Leads the World in Shade Trees.” The facts brouglit out show conclusively that the Brooklyn sec- tion of the park system of Greater New York is being efficiently looked after and the appropriations so judiciously expended as to leave no room for doubt as to “hudget appropriations” in that direc- | tion. | Comparisons are sometimes instructive. You state Paris epends | $60,000 annually to properly care for 100,000 trees, Washington, | D. C., $30,000 annually for 80,000 trees, while Brooklyn has cared for 150,000 trees three years for $85,000, or less than $30,000 a year, including all extra work due to previous neglect. Dwelling in Manhattan, I naturally turn to our own Central Park, which should be the beauty spot of the island, and wonder why similar efficiency of maintenance is not shown there. Who is at fault? Surely the appropriations for Central Park must be as large or larger than for Prospect Park, and equally expert knowledge and ability exists in the Manhattan Park Department or can be found on this side of the East River. During the past summer the insect plague in Central Pa allowed to go unchecked until the caterpillars well nigh riddled the | leaves of the shade trees. Spraying the trees was Begun <o late in the| season that the caterpillars had done about all the damage they | could, gorged themselves and started to bring into being myriads more to render this year’s neglect more apparent next spring. As to “tree dentistry.” I have noticed no work of this sort being attempted in Central Park. Doubtless hundreds of trees in| whole or part could be saved by the same methods of disinfection and filling the cavities with cement, as is done in Brooklyn Why is it not done? Ae to dead trees, I find no end of them, especially in the upper portion of the Park, the appear- ance of which is absolutely shame- ful. Why is it? It seems to me high time for the people of this borough to de- mand that this neglect cease and the City Fathers be compelled to appoint efficient guardians and con- servers of beautified nature in Central Park, New York, at least eqnal to those in charge of Prospect Park, Brooklyn. Letters From the People To the Editor Evening World lars I had, and betng quite A working girl with her §8 per week, out of work have not for; {f blessed with good health and alwhich took place at A Christian home, will eventually see the! Car. eet Jn an immense crowd o day when things will brighten Hitch the nort ast corne F Your Wagon to @ star and ride the car- that tme Nar ryall well.” Don't envy those nid Gress better than you. Don't wn ald ’ those who appear to enic f : than you Very often t 1 gent 1 f ure only marke. Don't pr PNW, cee portuntet,” for mire ry often loves ’ t ' areata Christian heart and look F t that ahead. Kf ry rea An to t Yo the Editor A husband 4 his letters Sone Universally Obsersed Hales of Partnership * never have « did not think it he comes home ways knows where opened. We live take each other | that ite Pam a sensible » \ Men Mo the Bait Serteiniy be HERMANN 8. GOLUSCHMIDY i Yy Magazine, Friday, The Old Reliable. By Maurice Ketten. The Evening World Dail | NO MORE TURIEY) | FOR ME, FoRA BREAKFASTS’ READY JoHN BREAWFAST 20 POUND TURREY / By Roy L. McCardell. nkeeper, as Mr. up by Hoboken ed at the beer hal veperous and important nk hair who sx The Million Pollan Kid. rick. me ~up!/ Ie \ MONK g, ~—~| TYURKE COLO Turweey TURWEY CRoguErtes Turney Patties CREAMED Turwey Turivey SALAD SOME Lovely TURICEY HASH 5 [ on Pierce! | Mr, jarr Penetrates the Mysteries of a Hoboken Thanksgiving But Can’t Decide Whether ie is Redily ihankful or Oniy Dazed oy dot bass part?’ sald the stout German near Mr. Jarr to hi w tt goes funn: whispered ( 6% By R.W. Taylor! oH! Too MUCH ) HoT MINCE PIE! ———- C7 {hua! HE i Para g GONE THANKS GIVING ! \ To Con! es A satel / November 27, 1908: 4 OOO § Fifty American -: =: Soldiers of Fortune By Albert Payson Terhune NO. 17—ROBERT DE LA SALLE. HIS Is the hard-luck story of a man whom Misfortune drove first fame and then to early death. He was Rene Robert de la Salle P ically every move In his whole exciting life was unlucky, La Salle could not make a good Iving In his native France; so in 1666, when he was only twenty-three, he came to Canada to work out a scheme of = { his for reaching China by erossing the American continent. He brought to nough to secure a tract of land near Montreal, The feudal owners Who gave it to him selected the most worthless, dangerous tract In the whole region and mockingly named it La Chine (China), La Salle could not make hts land pay. He lost all his ttle money and fell deep in debt. | As a last resort he decided to explore the West, With a handful of equally perate men he made his way to the Illnois River. He wintered on the nd, with his followers, built the first ship ever launched on that { He crutsed the Great Lakes, loaded this vessel with furs and sent {t to Montreal to pay his debts, The ship wrecked and its cargo 1 His Canadian oreditors at once setzed all the rest of La Salle’s property they could lay hands on. Meantime he had succeeded fn interesting the Fr possibilities of the West and hi secured leave to form OWN expense. Accoriingly he now stan nd he named it Crevec » Canada for supplies and rison had mutinted, abando! ing country through Frontenac’s friends his face ag, 1 Government tn the ny there—at his The Man of Misfortunes. } westward seeking the mouth of the Stipa tia ur = way southward, Gn he Mississipp! He ance all the country nd the new Cana sheme. So La Salle s e government. He rece pot where he had rat On could not locate the m reatened ¢ was s {at as an In isgust to France. fate. F ed the Mississippi Valley, n everything he thin serten 1 be supplied apon application to | Evening World, u recelpt of one-cent A Double ) i a Loufstana forest + Circulation PDEHDOIGIO.. “DDIHDOHWOEDITAZMPODODOGODIDSDOSSHSOHOOHOD | r : Sayings of Mrs. Solomon Being the Confessions of the Seven Hundredth Wife. @ HLCOQDHOOSES ron and vie widow; and t the WIDOW ib haf by der Hery St the dire me iene a anaes man hear ra er et ‘an SUR ea a eee saying “My 1 taught m odo , dail oacn > alles deep cellar © possesseth all the comforts of matrimony, even unte “Ars. on Her his, and “Dies Ist Tag das Herren” was re Seale REO TTANCT! . Sralteriaate verito, mbled florists and Mthographers till the beer glass | f she doth not, who shall say tha s the day of gentlemen,” explained Gus. For one man hath set his 1 wi > hath said the direktor , after more beer Teh Jer Dokte: | trodden the rest ehall folow Yea, in tania? winkum, boom, | women man hath great fatth in ) butt pteth his comes, the kommicher!” No 1a laugh ha | @ the direktor zwei, dred pate: ; were all bawling beer 4 lustiiy . | And though a widow be neither wealthy nor good to look upon, though she be said Gus, as th ay to hie them to Harlem from | iat and £ frivolous, yet she ON1- ha pleasant time as s have, You go mit Raf RAL 1s is the secret of a sha -feod the lambs fora or mit Slavinsky, the glass-put-in man, to a Yiddish club d Basin Jeh and the Hons with Dalal eis such a good time," Nn aati avenaliatninal acne ta! ; I will, first chance I get,” sald Mr, Jarr, "But how about going to an Amer | stool gor his feet and a sofa pillow ning his gloves and buttons on his and listen ¢ inte seven Wines seven now how to haf 4 good time!” sald Gus, tuously. around and boo undt come home ns - ae Yet envy her not, my daughter, for she hath suffered much. Verily hath she Jnot been married once? And @ woman who hath once been mariicd hath earned Whatsover she getteth, Selah! oe | Punctuation Hails From Venice. | HIE present system of punctuation was introduced in the latter part of >2@ | I fifteent) century by Aldus Manutius, a Venetian printer, who was Tespone | Je for our {ull stop, colon, semi-colon, com marks of Interrogation parcuthests and dash, hyphen, apostrophe and quotation marks, Most ancient languages were innocent of any system of punctuation, In many Jearly 1 the letters are placed at equal distances apart, with no com neeting nk between, even in the matter of spacing, an arrangement which must Jhave rendered reading atggight somewhat difeult —————_+- + %? The Day’s Good Stories # a Only Half Happy. The Motor Craze, | URIN edly stormy passage K. VANDERBILT has abe ‘D toN k Israel Zangwill, the W doned automobliling. playwright and novellat, said one * “It seems eccentric In these | night ia the smoking room of the steam-| times,” sala Mr, Vanderbfit at a dinger | ship in New York, “not to motor. Byer | “it is pleasant to cross the Atlantic, | body motors nowadays. Rich and pow | nut his bad Weather is mingling @ good | #like, we all have our cars, Motor care Jeal of discomfort with our pleasure, | have become, like Flippers or hats, @ me | | Life te usually, though, ike that—pleaa- | cessity are and pain—half and half, "In fact" continued Mr, Vanderkitt ) “It reminds me of an elderly spinster |‘ can almost believe the beggar stofp r me at the table d’hote one|I heard yesterday. ” @ suburban dot house appet who 1 Venice, Turning to her] “A beggar ra d her say The mistress o “In Venice at last! Ah, my dear, | frowned at the man, and said > half the dream of my youth ts now ful- please, I haven't got any or old clothes, or old Why only half, auntie?’ the young girl asked | 1 counted on going to Venice,’ bumply sighed the spinster, ‘ou my wedding