The evening world. Newspaper, December 24, 1910, Page 10

r a “ Se ene The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday, December 24, Can You Beat It? = World. PubBshed Daly Zxcopt peace, 4 ind ia Gibietins Company, Nos. 63 to 63 ow, New York. & ANQOS SHAW. Pros. and Treas, JOSEPH PULITZER, Junior, Beo'y. 63 Park’ Row. 93 Park Row. Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Second-Class Matter. Rates to The Evening |For England and the Continent and ‘ for the United States All Countries in the International and Canada. Postal Union. + $3.50] One Yenr 1 9078 ++ 01One Month... SPOGUME BUisssccsscsee cocveosscese vecessee NO, 18088, DISENTANGLING THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. NCE a year is none too often to discuss the Christmas spirit, and to reiterate, even to urge, that it is something which should and might prevail all the year round. It is not a complex sentiment, this “spirit of joy,” as Cardinal Gib- translates the original Christmas message of peace on earth and good will toward men. But it has become so tangled up in the affairs of this our twentieth century life that the time which ought to be “hallowed and gracious” is to an increasingly large number When the girls ery out hell!” and employers big and little see in the bons crowded of people a terror. overworked shop- that “Christmas is multitude of “glad “hands” stretched out all around them only the tangible expression of | graft, and the average household distribution of Christmas presents means toil and anxiety beforehand and jealousies and hearthurnings | afterward—when the “Christmas” magazines are published before Thanksgiving so as to scoop in the holiday advertising business, and the birth of the Prince of Pence is celebrated at Washington by a war scare and a cry for soldiers and armament—when such signs of the eeason as these are observable on the horizon, they mean that som thing must have gone sadly wrong with the good old traditional Christ- mas-spirit. “Never despairing while another's blese'd, Never rejoicing while a friend's oppress’ that fs the idea we have got to get back to, if we would really enjoy ourselves at this or any other time. Cardinal Gibbons refers to “that sweetest and most rational pleasure of contributing to the happiness of others.” The great thing bout this pleasure of giving happiness is that a man may be rich in it just to the extent that he is poor in money and worldly goods. If » it were not for some such wise law of creation, syndicates and trusts would have cornered happiness long ago. A man who is broke has carte blanche to give himself—the only kind of giving that really counts. A man whose income is a hun- dred dollars a minute can’t give himself, because his wealth owns him, body and soul. That is why envying millionaires is an awful waste of time. If anything, we ought at this season to give our sympathies a week off from their customary! occupations, and let them pity the sorrows of the desperately rich. ‘The lives of these poor money-slaves are consumed in a hopeless struggle to attain the independence of poverty which is ours without an effort. Mr. Carnegie reconstructs the diplodocus, donates libraries, and takes long chances on winning universal peace at $10,000,000 a throw, all‘in the hope of becoming a poor man before he dies, Tle is still far ahead of the game, but nobody will begrudge the Christmas wish that he may live a long time yet. By Maurice Ketten. MAMA, CALL PAPA, {WANT HIM ‘To SEE Santa Claus BuT WHERE'S | SANTA ? HERE'S ANTA 2 HERE IS PAPA HE WON'T LETME GO. TEU THE ELEVATOR-Boy] To PUT THE RIG ON | For P 1910, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World.) By Roy L. McCardell. R. AND MRS. JARR were at M breakfast the morning before Copyright Mr. Rockefeller has “given away” some $15,000,000 in. the last thirty years, and yet in this wintry weather he is unable to give what the traffic policeman and the snow-shoveller from the Bowery lodging-house give freely—help to the heroic draught-horses that strain and slip and fall in front of the Standard Oil Building, where the inhuman asphalt of Broadway slopes steeply down to Bowl- ing Green, ~ In the meantime some bright gleams fall on the Christmas pie- Christmas, “I'm glad Christ mas is over so ft as I'm concerned, sald she, “Every debt's paid.” Every debt paid?” asked the astonished Mr. arr. “Come now, the news is too 00d to be truet”* “I don't think ture in such random news items as the sale of $50,000 worth of Red Cross seals in New York City alone; the 100,000 drums which toy Aealers say Santa Claus is d tributing hereabouta; the Christ- mas dinner for horses which the Kansgs City Humane Society pro- poses to give; President Taft’s 108 fine turkeys to married White House employees; the $25,000 legacy left to a dishwasher in a Cleveland restaurant by his late mother-in-law; and the Rev. Dr. Henry Van Dyke’s outspoken dec- laretion that “Christians who hope to meet in Heaven must cease shutting each other out trom their communions and their pulpits here on earth.” A Fire Lesson, $122,148.83 008 $144, 125,02 ve To the BAltor of The Kvoning World Hr tM aaa acl The Evening World's vivid deserty CHAS J. WIUE tion of @ recent fire which started in a : , Wig grain and hay market should call], | 1% The World Almanac, the attention of the proper authori. | 7 the Pit ing W 1 the requirements militia? RECRUIT. 4 Almanac, or by apply ties to the great danger such stables and fodder deposit are to their neighbors. It is inconceivable to me that owners of stables or others should be permitted to|! ey banat el of any local Nationa, store euch a large quantity of inflam einen tnable matter so close to tenements and April 15, of of The Evening World nonth and date did Good F day fall on in 18817 residences, It is to be hoped that such @ lesson will bear fruit before lives and property are sacrificed to the fames. FRANK FP, Apply to Supreme Court, Wha Qnthat: y the ilar of The Brosing Word ee cee H you Kindly - ublish In your letters I would state in answer to ‘Book. | {0% tie People column “What course Keeper's Problem" that if the oupur|' Pursue to have my name changed, In 1000 18 $120,899.95, and tn 12 per cenc, [AM4 the coat to do ame Jess than in 1908, that $120,829.35—88 per A CONSTANT READER, cent. of output in 108 and 10 per cont.| It Is Pronounced “Shont-Clate.” 144,195,625 output in 1908. If $144,185,~ | To the Baltor of Phe Rvening World 025 iw 18 per cent, “renter than the What és the way to pronounce the I've missd one,” replied Mra, Jarr. “Not a one, Let me see," here she began checking a list off her fingers from memory. ‘There's Mrs, Stryver, Mrs, Rangle, Clara Mud- ridge, Cora Hickitt and her mother anc ‘How'd you come to owé these peo- ple?" asked Mr. Jarr, "Gee, I wish you wouldn't borrow, Do without things rather than do that, Or, tf you must borrow, tell ME about tt and I'll try to get the money for you." “Money?” repeated Mra, Jarr. “Do you think any of those women would lend me @ cent? ‘There's an old saying, ‘When you borrow you lose a friend.’ Well, I'll never lose any friends, Why, I don't know @ soul who would lend me five dollars if I were starving to death. But after I was dead they’ every one, send me a ten-dollar wreath, “Of course, that's some compensati and it shows that although we are gone We are not forgotten, and that we ha’ left kind hearts, who loved us, grie ing bitterly. But money! Why, if they pay @ five-cent carfare for you they hold it as a grudge, No, T was peak ing of Christmas debts—presents, “You regard them as debts, then? asked Mr, Jarr, : “What else are they?" rejoined Mrs. Jarr, “Clara Mudnidge gives me a pres- ent, I give Clara Mudridge a present. If 1 don't she'll go around telling every. body about It's the same with Mra, Rangle and ( “Merry Christmas! By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. AROLS, churehdella, gifts, Cc And happy, smiling faces; Joy's season that uplifts And makes glad all Christian races, Yule-logs, candles, wreaths Of evergreen, and holly ‘The mistletoe that breathes Of fun that's not all folly, Telndeers, Banta Claus, The Christmas t or stocking; We love you all because— But what's the use of talking? “Peace on earth, good will To man, to God the glory,” The angels sang, until The whole world knows the sto Oh, love that ngigns to-day, PUL in 197 then $164,195,02-"118 per cent. | naiue of the play called “Chantecler?” of output in 1907 and 100 per cent.-31%,- WILLIAM H, WITHUS, 8M, Therefore the output in 1Wi~ Middletown, N. ¥, Diuminate of livin, Abide with us alway, Just giving and forgiving. ra Mlckitt and mer moth. | Mrs. Jarr Hits Upon a Wondrous New Plan er Old Yuletide Debts aying Off H er. Oh, I wish nobody had sent me anyithing!"* “Why, juat the other day T heard you complain because you hadn't received any gifts from your friends,” remarked Mr. Jarr, “Well, now that I have received the gifts I'll complain worse than ever!" re- piled Mra, Jarr, “Such gifts! Clara Mudridge sends a copy of Longfellow’s }oems—89 cents, I sa. them at the stor Cora Hickett, an art calenaar; and I've a guspicion that It was a last year pie- ture with fresh ribbon and just a new of those tear-off months, “You can get the months for next year in a bunch for 10 cents. I know I aid and fixed over that art calendar I How to Put War Back Among the Has-Beens By Elbert Hubbard Jenkins. *M real sorry you've never me. my uncle. You'd like him. In the fust piace, he has the big advantage t’ associate with ME; an’ I often notice that he'll come out with some idee that's exactly what I've been a-thinkin’ of, an’ put it in Jest the words that I would ‘¢ I hadn't been too busy to say it fus Well, this plece aln’t so much "bout my uncle as ‘tis ‘bout Mr, Carneegy. 1 Was a-teading t’ my uncle out o' The Evening World ‘bout that big gift o' Andy's so'a t’ have peace all ‘round everywhere, when my uncle broke in and sald, saya he: , Midreat Wdee-Kreat! Rverybody ought t’ thank Andy for that. °F T wa'n't a0 tarnal lame an’ knew where Andy was I'd go an’ tell him so, But say! I've got fa queer ideo that I'd like t' put t’ him; an’ some time when you're a-writin’ one of them pieces o' yourn I wish you'd tell the folks ‘bout {t—Andy an’ the rest.” I promised I would, an’ here it is—respectfully put before Andy, with the compliments o' the season an’ wishin’ him many happy returns o' the same. ‘My uncl in the fust place, that (ab he read out o’ a bls poetry book that he's got) ‘the proper study o' mankind {s MAN." An* he argues this way: In order t' study MAN you've got t' go where MAN ts—same's if you study ‘rithmetic you've got t' have a ‘rithmetic book right in your hand, ‘Well, then! 1 go where MAN 1s you've got t’ mix in with folke—tatk with m, see how they live, how they play, what kind o' clo'es they wear, what kind o' pictures they paint, what kind o’ bulldin’s they bulld—an’ all that. Now, in order t’ do that you've got t' travel—an' travel quite @ lot, too! You can't study MAN by jest stayin’ right in sight o' the piace where you was born— far from it. (That's pretty good, too—"far from it." Exacly the thing!) Yes, you've got t' go all over your own country, an’ all over the other fellers’ coun- tries—an’ not be prejudiced so you'll all the time be feelin’ eo mighty sure that YOUR way's the BEST t' do everythin’ either! ‘Travel all ‘round, an’ watch the OTHER FELLER tn his bus'n goin’ t the show, an‘ his eatin’ an’ drinkin’, an’ book writin’, an’ houi an’ pleture paintin’, an‘ farmin’, an‘ railroad runnin’, an’ etcetry; an’ THEN—why, | THEN (so my uncle says) you'll have a mighty aight o' respect for the man that lives in the next town t' yourn, an’ the next State t* yourn, an’ the dozen or six other States beyond that, an’ the next country t’ your, an’ the other countries crost the ocean an’ down in South America an’ on t'other side o' the world, | maybe, ‘An’ ‘THEN (#0 my uncle says) they’s nothin’ RESPHCTIN' him t' keep you from FIGHTIN’ him, My uncle says wars ts founded pretty constder’bly on IGNORANCE—on NOT knowin’ t’ other feller, but kind 0’ guessin’, an’ on thinkin’ that Jest ‘cause you DON'T know him he don't ‘mount t’ much, An’ then you go an’ fight him an’ you find out (after you've been killed a few thousan’ times an’ spent all your money, pretty near) that he DOES ‘mount t’ pretty consid"ble MUCH. ‘ Well, an’ NOW we come t’ my uncle's real point—an' it 1s a queer-soundin’ one, I acknowledge; but ain't there a good deal o' sense in It, after all? It's this: For Andy Carneesy (or some other fellow as rich as he 4s) 't fix tt with the railroads an’ steamboats so that every year so many thousan' folks that ain't never be'n anywhere (an’ go, ‘cordin* t' my uncle, don't KNOW nothin’ much) c’n be given free tickets t’ any place they want to go to a thousan’ or @ hun- ed or any other Deneficlal number o' miles away, an’ KEEP THEIR EYES EARS OPEN, an’ take in the OTHER feller's town an’ State an’ country, an' LEARN how much he knows, an’ that he's got {dees an’ ts entitled t’ be RESPECTED. “Transportation {# the greatest civilizin’ influence o' the 4 omy uncle, “Books 1s all very well, an’ for some things they ain't no substitute; but in order t' know the PRESENT world it's far the best plan t' go an’ SEE tt.” Bo my uncle wants Andy t' rig up some scheme f'r lettin’ folks go ridin’ ‘round an’ lettin’ 'em SEE things outside their own bailiwick. He says ‘twill be wurth ten times what it costs—will make better citlzens o' THIS country an‘ every other, and be @ big peace producer, Seems t' me they's @ good deal in the scheme. What do YOU think, Andy en’ folks?" like KNOWLN' a man an’ $ | wot last year and was going to send it} to Cora Hickftt in case she sent 1 | anything—and SHE sent me a calendart Only that I didn’t want to lose her friendship—for good friends are few and | far between—I'd have sent my made- over calendar to her after getting the made-over calendar she sent me.” “Pretty bad picking this year, seems,” remarked Mr. Jarr. “You may well believe so, when I tell you that there wasn’t a thing that I got that was of enough value to make me wait tll the week after Christmas to end anything in return,” said Mrs. Jarr. “The week AFTER Christmas?’ re- peated Mr. Jarr. “Yes, the week after Christmas,” was the reply. ‘The way to do when you get a handsome present you didn't ex- pect from some one you never thought | was going to send you anything is to) walt till the week after Christmas, when holiday goods are Mterally going for al- most nothing in the stores. Then you buy something nice in return and send it by mail or express, with a letter dat ed a few days before Christmas in tie | package. Then it is delivered just about the time the person who sent you the nice gift Is saying to herself ‘Well how foollsh I was to send HER anything! Never again!’ Having re- ived the nice gift, you got at a bar- in @ day or so after Christmas, even if the recipient suspects what you've done, ehe can't prove it, and will have to give you the benefit of the doubt that your gift was overlooked or delayed in the great jam of goods that swamped the mail and the express companies,” ‘Always with love and best wishes of the holiday season?” remarked Mr. Jarr. “Ot course, even the costliest gift would be without value unless {t was sent with dove and good wishes,” sald ‘But, ax I was saying, thank 1 my Christmas gift debts tt are paid As though St were waiting for these words to be spoken as a cue, the bell rang and Gertrude, the maid, brought in @ package. “Oh, goodness gracious, a Christmas gift!” cred Mrs. Jarr, peevishly. And you thought you hadn't an en+ emy left In the world," remarked Mr. Jarr. But Mrs, Jarr was opening the pack- age, and when it disclosed another art calendar she upset ‘her coffee on the new tablecloth In sweeping the belated gift to the floor, But stanching her tears at this double disaster reminded her she had plenty of other art calendars previously re- ceived she could send 4n exchange. But that didn’t take the stain out of the tablecloth, en MUST HAVE HARMONY. “Now,” sald the architect, who was putting the finishing touches upon Mr. Nurich's new residence, “what color do you prefer for the parlor decorations?” “O! they've got to be red,” replied Nurich, “My wife's got a red plush Photograph album that always sets on the parlor table.’—The Catholic Stan- dard and Times, Pulled that North Pole stuff for amuse- could connect with large quantities upon Sof come-ons, known as the United States wetting back here and cleaning up | of getting a roll before Peary got on the George Washington almost went | hand him the medal for being a faker | and [00,000 women were standing up. O | more often a chance to look for ANOTHER position, | realization that the happy road for a business 1910. The Week’s Wash. By Martin Green. “Dp you notice that Doo Cook people @ kidding talk about how he didn't. More than half those who ave up to hear him before would sve up again, because 0 per cent. of the sucker crop is made up of repeater “If the Doo didn't discover the North Pole, he can be satisfied with one thing, Nobody el | go after It for a tong time to come, ‘This condition would have prevatied even if Peary had come back and admitted that he had not\ found ‘the Pole. » other explorer | wants to take the chance of being gut in the class with Cook, but Cook te im sidestepped when the reporters asked him if he would give ‘back the kale he ac- cumulated from his writings and le tures telling how he thought he discov- ered the North Pole?" asked the head polisher, “It was a foolish question to ask the Doe." said the laun- dryman. “Why| a class by himself for that matter.” didn’t they ask him WMARTINGREEN it he going to sive away his right eye? Do you suppose this canny taker j A Subway Million war | “OW ELL,” renarked the polisher, “I see the & fy rapidly approaching th mark of carrying a million every day.” “Only a million? asked the man. “Why, there were a million sengers in the car I came down tn th! morning. There were 90,000 in the car when It got to Ninety-sixth street, and there the compressors known as plat- ment? Doc Cook went Into the Arctle regions for the coin, knowing that no coin was actually there, but that he returning to this great breeding ground of America “Take it from me, the Doc public. He lost no time, the wise scientists at € knew his after conning penhagen, in The {form guards crowded in 100,000 more. ather was wann, but the Doc didn’t nd. He went out and perspired and told what the North Pole looked like, and his percentage of the gate receipts “A q was quite comfortable. It was a case Ne, SMW k. “About 248,00 men and two women to | were sitting down and about 300,000 men w And ho got it “It isn't surprising that the passengers | to the floor in a battle royal over their | fellow-passenger, the Doc. You ha with class. It took @ colossal pulse to| sty right foot was stepped on by 4,807 come back here and calmly announce | people and 5,22 etepped on my left and that he had discovered the North Pole, | one of the passengers in the other end of the car had had garlic for breakfast. Only carrying 1,000,000 passengers a day? : Pish! And also ‘Tush! And Pooh Pooh in addition A ke Embiem. j 4 SEE," said the head polisher, He knowing Tull well” that that the suffragettes and. aud able to get away with it but | women are putting up @ big roar ime. over the project to placé Brigham. W consider the present status of Young's picture on the silver plate of the Doc. It Is true that a bunch of de- | the battleship Utah.” rious Brooklynites did not go down, “With al! due respect to the ladies,” the bay to meet him on hie return this trip and tle a “pe of flowers around his nec Probably some of those dis- tinguished Brooklyn citizens would like to tle a rope ¢ hemp around the Do neck and give him a nice long swing at the end of it, Fre he certainly did| make them look like close kin to wae re- nowned Gink and Gook families. Howe | ever, the lacerated feelings of the said the laundryman, “I respectfully Brooklynites is neither here nor thet womit that the man of such amazing “I am of the opinion that the Doc very as to inaugurate the Hea of could go right out over the territory he | living with more than one wife at a covered with his ‘ecture about how he | time is deserving of recognition In eame did it and clean up again by giving the way on almost any battleshtp. Ten Roads for a Happy Business Woman By Sophie Irene Loeb ew The Much-Abused Stenographer. F the 6,000,000 strong on the highway of business a LAR( made up of women stenographers. Ther the wise and the otherwise as to what ‘ A few term her th percentage is have been many definitions by ogvapher is ‘essional timekeeper between the hours of 9 and 5, til more call her the “fluffy flyer of the keys," and the other day I heard one man say, “A stenographer 48 the banana peel on the threshold of disere- tion."* when tt to tin ) out about the truth 8 phers and sten’ IRHNT—Jjust tho same a mothers and sisters good, bad and 4r Be it known that the stenographer has a WORK to do % besides the popular pletui her as the much beourled, overdressed, manicured creature we have had In the past. ‘There may have been a seed of truth in that, but it has been planted, borne bitter fruit and is dying for want of com THAT it something aphers~GOOD, BAD there are wives am iter 4 ~ ONS omuie inne ioe nourishment. Why? Because marriage to-day is not regarded as the in @ woman's life, Certainly the girl who goes into the off. express purpose of marrying the manager gets—the manag Then si is paved with GOOD witimate and only end with the hope and woman INTENTIONS. Think of what would happen In the business re to be OFF DUTY for ONE WEEK! It would prises would not recover In months, For if the * sat down to write one after another the dozens of docu. ments he DICTATMS—well, he would certainly need regard himself ag & “lemon'' on the threshold of dejection, And his cry would be, "Come back! Oh, come back!" The progressive stenographer to-day ‘= the young woman who realizes the ADVANTAGE of being eminently SUCCESSFUL tn her line, “Nothing succeeds Uke success.” At the end of a day to feel that you have ied out @ certain amount of GOOD work sends one home witl the glow of accomplishment. Now, of éourse, I mean the woman who !s IN EARN We all want the fun, the merriment, the recreation ttme—EVERY ONE OF US. But when we KNOW we are TURNING OUT good work, then the fun time is filled with added joy and free from fretting. And, mark you, there is REAL joy 4n work, Fach one of us knows that. Some time since I made mention of Princess M daughter who runs a typewrfter because she gets at this very time busily engaged being “DICTATED TO" In the writing of letters. Here is a girl who might have atl play and no work, ‘ut she has come to believe that she would be a very dull girl indeed in this era when everybody must DO something in the pursuit of pleasure. So that after all the “easiest way” for the stenographer in the business sense is to make herself indispensable ON THE KEYBOARD before her. The shert- hand of ACHIEVEMENT ts reached 4n the long run by the way of REAL WORK and not by the way of WORKING somebody. ay with Stevenson, “I know what pleasure ts, for I have done good work,” K THE TRIED AND TRUE ROAD OF RESPONSIBILITY, P RCHANCE SOMETIMES IT SE) SORDID, BUT IT SPBULS SUC SY am Itt ple thin stenog? ry an: 1 pleasir land, the ONLY out of it, and is +o The Hedgeville Editor By John L. Hobble Wit doen 4 woman get mad when you tell her that she is Just Ike elt dhe rest of the women? OY HARSH says that there are a lot of little words that sound cute aati! your wife gets to saying them, VERYRODY thought that the new doctor was from New York, but he got-ul in a street car the other day and gaye his seat to a lady, RANK HANKS has drifted away from home influences and is now making a success of his real estate business, E. MORRILL says that he got 60 used to enjoying himself that -t ie Destheitor him to stay ef fome since he @ot married.