The evening world. Newspaper, January 18, 1909, Page 12

orld. Published Dally Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 88 to 63 Park Row, New York JOSEPH PULITZER, Pros, 68 Park Row, J. ANGUS SHAW, ———— : Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Claas Mail Matter, Budec eaing ) For England and the Continent and World tor the United States “A Countries in the International Post Sec. Treas., 65 Park Row, Werld for the United States | and Canada. ++ $3.60 x» oe ee EARTHQUAKES, ARTHQUARES are accounted for in two different ways, One theory is that the earth is going through a process like that of an apple in drying, which produces wrinkles. | The other is the steam boiler! theory—that is, that water find- ing access to the hot interior of | the earth causes explosions from time to time. Yy, % Of these the latter theory is the y, ese the latter theory Ma Hae f a ip “ Wa, ZZ} more likely to account for the reat catastrophe in Sicily and Southern Italy. The mere cooling off of the outside crust of the earth would not account for the violence ef the Italian earthquakes, though it would account for such mild ehanges of surface as caused the San Francisco disaster. In San Francisco one stratum of rocks slid a few feet, thereby caus- | ing a small tidal wave and upsetting buildings, whose foundations were | thrown out of place by the shifting stratum. The great loss in the San Francisco earthquake was not through the tidal wave, which was small, or the buildings overthrown by the shifting stratum, which were com- paratively few, but through the fire which followed and the inability to puc out this fire because the main» had been straired apart at the joints and there was no water for the San Francisco fire department “to use, The Sicilian earthquake is of the boiler type. Such earthquakes occur near larga bodies of water and where there are crevices or deep ‘praters in the earth’s surface under the water. 4 ANO COMBUSTION ed The interior of the earth is like a superheated boiler. It is fi with a mass of molten lava heated under great pressure to a tem ture thousands of degrees higher than any known heat on the surface of the earth. | When by the contracting of the earth’s surface a crevice opens under an ocean or sea the water flows down at once to the hot lava hundreds of feet below. There it is converted into superheated stean of enormous rending power. Unless this pressure is relieved by a vol- cano there is an earthquake, when the ground explodes like a super- heated boiler. Mt. Etna, Mt. Vesuvius and Mt. Stromboli are the three voleanic | safety valves on the Mediterranean when the hot lava below seeks | outlet for its superheated steam. If these volcanoes blow off the! earthquake disturbance is slight. For thousands of years Vesuvius, Etna and Stromboli have erupt- ed from time to time, relieving the boiler pressure within. This time those safety valves of nature did not work. Like a boiler when its safety valve does not work the resulting explosion was disas- trous. In the Pacific Ocean euch earthquakes are frequent. The deeper and larger the body of wa- ter the more likely it is to leak through in the molten interior. Geologists have so accurate- ly plotted the earth's surface that the earthquake and volcanic areas fre well defined. This will no more prevent the resettling of Eastern Sicily and the toe pera- of taly than did the eruption of Pompeii or the destruction of San Francisco prevent the building of a new ci | | y on the ruins, | Letters From the Peo To Averi Tuberculosis, Tubercu’ sis is as we all know, and Is con yet many pe ple unconseto try to spread germ among others—for instance, by Pectoratton, Travelling tn cars with embarrassed Deople who do this Is a menace. On| who, however Brotenceerl every car 1s a sign forbidding this, But | greatty fehiedialcma: how many heed the sign? If the con- ductors or any one would call the of- fenders’ attention to the sign, perhaps ft would be @ lesson. Unt!l people are made to understand the laws of heal we will have to suffer the consaqi Entorce the laws! L, Apply at Headquarters, No 125 East Twenty-neventh Street, fo the Editor of The Eyering World: ‘Where can I apply to find out how may become a 1 68, + what readers th AM The Unraly Son, Woman'e Chr! * PLN una AA ere Bean the locality of the +: Arigitetaiwes to my home? Seater Rowdytam on Brooklyn Subway, ROTERIER Po the Baiitor of The E rid: be of the tes T witnessed an a few days {mporta: He should learn the Te go which surp Stan Honor thy fathe the platform of a Brooklyn Sub- train that left Bowling Green e shalt no. thy Ghost ¢ P.M was e young lady—the ‘aime novela,” send him to sunday pla ove in that part of the carmand hook area arte oy to,” said Mr, Jarr, you always said, ‘What have you been joing now that you try to square your-| self? much trouble sqiare my! Ja | No tNoeso! "Ve GOT To LEARN THIS PIECE The Evening World Daily Magazine, Monday, The Day of Rest By Mauri Cur That OuT! UM TRYING ect ee: Guess THaT ‘tt SETTLE THis FoR q ce Ketten. Sone Bony To SPEAIy To You AT THE Door, MADAME HERE'S WHERE | STAY THE RESToF THE January 18, 1909. Mr. Jarr Introduces Mrs. Jarr tothe New Game of Guess; By Roy L. McCardell. Mrs. Jarr. “A compendium of facts, sta- seful tnformatio re- plied Mr. Jar. “It's a copy of The World Alma- na . * said Mrs. Jarr in a disap- pointed tone, r might have known it wasn't a box of candy Married men never think to bring home a box of candy or @ PSU SA CARES bunch of flowers! “They think of it, but they are afraid “Don't worry; you didn't bring candy or flowers home often enough to make aid Mra. Jarr, Well, I 4 Ht for often," replied Mr. , not thinking of what he was eay- @ baT'S DE way! DRoPp IN: MY WAND, Money! ‘Ewery time I did) nothing that I have to! “There! Didn't I tell you!" sald Mre lgarr, quickly. “Now, will you deny HAT'S that you have?" asked| that I see through you and your little @ yote I'd vote to elc | tricks?" “Ah, I was joking,” said Mr. Jarr, | “don't be t (i | “What's the Almanac,” asked Mrs. j that to square?” “It Isn't to square anything,” sald Mr. Jarr, “it's to settle arguments.” “We never have any arguments—at least, I wouldn't argue with you,” said Mrs, Jarr, “Oh, don't we and wouldn't you?’ | was the reply, ‘Well, listen. know how much postage to put on a | letter"*— | “Did you mall that letter I gave you. {It was to mother, and I asked her to be sure to come over to-night!” “Yes, 1 did," sald Mr. Jerr. “How could I forget a letter to your mother?” How could he, elther? He disliked the | old lady Intensely, and we never forget to mail letters to people we do not like. “But, as I was saying,” continued ‘Mr. Jarr, “if we are anxious to know book for, The World Jarr. “Whats the popular vote at the last elec- tion" “Who wants to know the popular vote at the last election. Votes are not popular with me. I have no vote, jand if I had I wouldn't make tt an ex- We can | cuse to hang around Politica with a lot of | afers. If I had |said Mrs. Jarr, sharply. “That's just what I was coming to,” teplied Mr. Jarr. “The World Almanac Will tell you of the spread of prohibl- tion, of how many States have gone |dry, how many are constitutionally op- posed to the Iquor tramc, and"— | "I'm constitutionally opposed to the | | Mquor traffic, too, but you are not. | You're talking lke a book agent, and | {t's my opinion that you have been| drinking!" “Now, g004,"" soothingly, “let's have some sp We'll play the new game of ‘Guess ; that?” asked Mrs, Jarr. “Well,” said Mr. Jarr, “we were play- ing {t at the office” “For drinks!" sneered Mrs, Jarr. “No, the cigars,” said Mr, Jarr. ‘We! pick out a subject Ilsted in the index | jand then we see who can answer the| be said Mr. Jarr, the lines of the facts in the A’ “Oh, how lovely" said Mra, Jarry mother, coming In. ‘We'll play that | to-night. I do love games of all kinds, and over !n Brooklyn the we had started to play euc when a} e the saloons!’ | house, | goods and carries them out, becaus If you like any of es his mother {s always show- ing you she'll tell you she can get a bolt of the goods at wholesale, but there is enough for two dresses in a bolt and | vou have to find another woman to di- might: the sam if night | Mot He DoesIt So Well That the Poor WomanIs Guessing Yet and i's my opinton will be grand! "tit aw us 80? , “and I step out 1 hat and coat. hen you gues what?" asked Mrs, t time I'll be home, now you're and slammed the sel¢ Mr. Jerr, here lady present showed us a lot of dress door, ahuckling Mke a demon, CH-HO! WWE GOT A BiG Rout OF BILLS AND DON'T KNOW HOW To GeT RID OF ‘em ! a POP ARL AA AAD AA Hua! t Gor Ri OF IT RATHER EASILY The Million Dollar Kid eg+ Sy RW. Taylor) a let's see! HOW WILL GET RID oF THis? loons and talk | goods samples her son had brought home—he's in a wholesale dress goods he steals it's \ vide {t with you, and unless you have a friend who lives in the country, because you don't want another woman in your set with a dress just I'ke yours, you can't get rid of the other half of the bolt, and nu matter how cheap you get It you lose money!’ The old lady having stopped to get a breath, Mr, Jarr remarked: ‘Well, now your mother 1s here, suppose we play ‘Guess. “That vad mu: How do we pla “You hold the World Al | most questions on that subject along | nnd” aia Mr. Jarr, shoy nac""—| over, jmy sald Mrs. Jarr. of him to dirtereat and ig Mrs. Jarr'a mother. “ manse tn your ving the book ‘9 the hall w: The World Almanac |containa the answer to 15,000 questions, at ith Jarrs *@ 4 Ae Fifty American Soldiers of Fortune By Albert Payson Terhune NO, 39—'' DAVY”? CROCKETT, TWELVE-YEAR-OLD Tennessee boy who had not yet learned to ‘A read or write was sent to school {n 1798 by his father (an Irish emée | grant who had served in the Revolution and was then keeping @ tavern near Knoxville, Tenn.). The boy was Davy Crockett. Davy had, wp ‘ |to that time, stubbornly refused to learn his alphabet or to do anything of real service toward the family’s support. His father had apprenticed him a few months earlier to a Dutch trader, Davy had tramped 400 miles to the |trader's home, did not like the work, ran away and tramped home again, The journey had taught him to love the wilderness and had given him @kill | jin wooderaft. | Searcely had school begun when a larger boy, the bully of the academy, made fun of Davy's queer home-made clothes. Young Crockett flew at the bully’s throat, thrashed him into unconsciousness and left him on the le g Stound for dead, Then, to avoid his fathers rage, KHOIeCesS Davy ran away once more. For three years he knocked ipelBoy Who) 13 etoutlmennenseessyiecinlavand Marslasan gees Gatoad ean Away.) Jobs, driving teams, clearing forests, working for a hat ECON > ter and earning !n all more kicks than pennies He grew homesick at last and went back to Knoxville. He was now too big and strong to fear @ parental flogging, 8o he went straight to his father. He found the of4 man In sore straits for money. Davy set to work at once, and in a year oF 6 had treed his father from debt. Then he returned to school, had ix monthe? struggle with the alphabet and finally learned to read and write—after a fashion, But the love of adventure quickly called him away from his books, and be plunged once more into the exciting Iife of the wilderness. He soon gained ree nown as a hunter, trapper and Indian fighter. Then came a series of love affairs which caused much amusement tn the Southwest, and one of which (!n more or less distorted shape) forms the theme of the old play, “Davy Crockett." The young soldier of fortune had several bite ter disappointments In love, but calmly continued his search for a wife untit be found one, He married in 189 and settled down as a farmer. But four years later he was fighting herotca J and when peace came took up the work of ptonear much of Tennessee's wildest country, and was, in , local mag of militia and member of Legislature. He was still wofully {gnorant of book knowledge. He had never read a newspaper. He knew nothing of politics, But he was a crack shot. 4 he could fight Itke a wildcat, These two virtues won him his election to the Tennessee Legisiature. As soon as he (ook his seat in ehat body he showed he could do other things besides shoot. He had a bitingly sharp wit, a shrewd logic and a fearless honesty that won him {mmediate notice, His Sublime conceit, a keen sense of humor and a mania for boasting made him the talk of the country, The famous story of the treed raccoon who decided to “come down" as soon as his pursuer announced himself as Col. David Crockett 1s but one of many such tales st!l! told in Tennessee. | _ From the Legislature to Congress was an easy step for Crockett, He went te | Washington, a stanch supporter of President Andrew Jackson, but was honest enough to refuse loudly when asked to indorse certain Presidential measures of | watch he disapproved. ‘Thus he won Jackson's enmity, But, tn epite of the Prasic | dent's Influence, Crockett served two terms in Congress. The capital was cone | vulsed with laughter at his wit, roared over bis speeches and at the rough humor of his writings and pointed him out as a delightfully unique figure. But Jackson succeeded in barring ulm from election to @ third term Disgusted, Crocaett turned his back on politics and started once more for the fronther, Texas was in the thick of her flerce struggle for independenca Crookett threw In influence and personal fighting prowess on behalf of the American pioneers there. His name quickly became a terror to the Mexicans When Santa Anna and hie Mexioan army of 4,000 (many of F them convicts pressed into milkary service) laid shee to the Alamo wkh &e 14 ploneer American defenders in 1895 Crockett was one of the Uttle band that cut its Way throug the Mexican army into the for, tor the privilege of perishing with the doomed garrison, As the frontlersmen buret gh the Mexican ranks and rushed Into the fort Crockett shouted te the tendert “Boys! We've come to die with you! And die they did. All but five of the americans were stain tm the ng assault of Santa Anna's army, But not before 1,60 Mexicans Crockett and four others were taken prisoners and led before “We've Come to Die With You!" t | Ing, worn-out prisoners to pleces, Davy Crockett fell, pierced by twelve swords series may obtained by sending one ; tion Department, Evening Weelé, Missing numbers of tht cent for each number to Cir Reflections of - Bachelor Girl. By Helen Rowland. LAS! there are fust two kinds of masculine lovere A —the quick and the dead ones. No, my dear, when a man kisess you wtth- out permission it is not necessary to turn the other cheek; that sort of man has plenty of cheek. A bridegroom thinks st very tender and devoted of , his bride to say “Whither thou goest I will gol’—but just let her try to do 4t? Why does a wife always want revenge on the woman who elopes with her husband? You'd fancy she'd feel more like tendering a vote of thanke to the person who relieved her of a man like that. Oh, yes, “Virtue is its own reward"—and it's just about as satisfying as some of the rewards advertised in the newspapers. When a man promises to tell a woman “all,” he means all that he hae any reason to think she till find out anyhow. Don't fancy a man does not sigh at breaking off an old love affair; ha does sigh—with relief, A wise tcoman puts a grain of sugar in everything she says to a man and takes a grain of salt with everything he says to her, . . . ’ The City of Glittering Light. HE eky Nne of New York {s always changing. So, too, the night lights | shift and grow in wonderful magnificence, creeping continually further upward toward the stars, until the lower clty, grouped around the Singer Tower, has become a veritable Chimborazo of glitter and glow. The little lamps that mark the dark wharves barely show. Above them the scant candles of the older city twinkle here and there, but not enough to mar | the dark foreground beyond which come the palaces more gorgeous than any ever coaxed from genii land by slaves of Aladdin's lamp, From the platform towers of the great bridge the picture sots to the best advantage. It begins with the sinking sun, The murky view beyond the bay becomes dull and dark. The torch in Liberty's hand suddenly gleams starlike in the night and then, lke the twink- ling In a kaleldoscope, the palaces begin to glitter in the gloom. There is no vision | like #t elsewhere in the world, yet only now and then does a bridge pedestrian pause In his hurried walk to give the spectacle a momentary glance. The usual New Yorker cares little for the splendor of his town. gM Sng tae { .@ The Day’s Good Stories ¥ { bath. They told me’ he explained, as A Dry Bath. |he opened the door, ‘that this wus @ | ci down-to-the-minute joint where they 14 weather,"* sald P. C, Marsh, |] ee Vharity worker, at a dinner in|Dathed ye with a vacuum cleaner this city, ‘the tramp and bis like | things. “—Pitteburg Dispatch, € y a marl hatred of baths. But sae thoy What We All Like Best, bathe they must {f they come to our M*= CALVE, at a ladies’ lunch- societies for si oarnd “A burly tramp ed an ast Eni ¥ shelter one cold night Inst weak eon at Sherry's, was condemned with by an elderly spinster on + the ground that as laudatory article “Kin ye bunk me?’ he asked | “ Yea,’ said the superintendent. | about agvhad Rat ped diecriminating, | downastairs, strip and take a shower.’ “‘a shower? said the tramp, making byt fea ing behind her glittering spectacien, “ Yes. ” ina ti: “With cold water? asin only discrim! ing praise counts “Yee.” ‘Bon’ “ Nix,’ sald the tramp. He turned up prai; Lua collar An Gapurt again. ‘Wiz oa the some atiery bo evod A ne waeer-wememanatnanenantitsarsnmenaeen ty 0h i adenine “I know well,” said the spinster, emf « ‘ & \ 4