The evening world. Newspaper, January 5, 1911, Page 16

The fe }Published Datly Except Sunday by the Peers Publishing Company, Nos, 63 to 63 t Park Ihow, New York ‘ 3. ANGUS SHAW, Pres. and Treas,” JOSEPH PULITZER Junior, Bee'y 5 63 Park’ Row 63 Park Row 2 Entered at the Post-Om as Second-Clase Matter. ibecrintion Rates to The England and the Continent and World for the United Stat All Countries fn the International « and Canada. Postal Unton, Yon, csccees 10} One Year sees $0.75 Monih: 80 | One Month 85 VOLUME 51....5 ssceseeee osvvees seeeeeessNO, 18,034, THE PUBLIC IS THE “GOAT.’ hour of a busy day in the midst of the holiday season, the municipal | ferryboats to Staten Island and South Brooklyn were suddenly tied up by a strike of the firemen and Boats were de- serted in their slips, blocking the | entrance of others crowded with | passengers and vehicles, which | drifted helplessly about the bay | during long, anxious hours. Rich- mond Borough was cut off from the world almost as completely as San Francisco had been by the! earthquake. Business interests were sacrificed, market supplies | >| held up, working people lost their | school children and early ehoppera @tranded miles from home and the ocean rolling between, and even | *Yuneral processions stopped on their way to the cemetery. An ap-| palling situation had developed without the slightest warning, and nobody could predict how long it was to last. As a matter of fact, it ted officially about six hours—but the horror of it is not over yet, | ‘the indignation is still seething, and the dread of further “happen- , tings” of similar nature is all the time hanging over our heads, | , § The city surrendered, and the situation was saved. Now the thing és beginning to be talked over and investigated, though in a gingerly | way, because there is really no law to prevent a recurrence of the ttrike. Dock Commissioner Tomkins is understood to have dismissed the strikers’ delegation with vague promises and the awful threat that | _ “if there should be another etrike on the ferry lines owned by the) city the men who walked out would not be taken back.” Is this ‘dire enough to restrain them? | »+ Timothy Healy, president of the International Brotherhood of | ‘Stationary Firemen, to which organization some of the strike leaders | “Belong, told the Commissioner of Docks and Ferries that the strike vahad been plotted by a group of politicians for the express purpose | Jf giving municipal ownership a “black eye” and putting it out of , competition for the new subway: “This, if true, is a new and sinister complication in the subway eaquabble, which was bad enough without it. In any case, whether the municipality has its optic damaged or not, the community at engineers. Jobs, iamiuies were separated, “large gets a body blow that is pretty hard to stand. * A public job is a public trust. The men who accept employment , trom the city owe it a special loyalty, and they stand in a different | relation as to grievances from that of employees of private corpora- fions. In fact, they are in a sense working for themselves, sinco ~they are presumably voting members of the community that employs them and prescribes conditions. To desert their posts at the cost of the public’s convenience and safety is not the same thing as going | on an ordinary labor etrike—it is equivalent to treason to the State. It is so regarded in European countries, notably in France, where such censpiracies are pun- ished as crimes. Probably the firemen, water- tenders and oilers who held up the ferries last week did not think of these things; but in fu- ture they would do well to take their union leader’s advice, and “go to the Dock Commissioner and the Federal superintendent of municipal ferries when they have complaints to make—not to the ward heeler or the near- est saloon-keeper.” And still the great question remains unsettled: If London and Berlin can have successful municipal ownership, why can’t New| York? Letters From the People ) & “Red Smokestack” Memory. To the Editor of The Evening World; When I was a boy, some thirty-five thelr horses and capture tho craft held by the Spaniards on the opposite bank of the river, Armed with thelr lances, Fears ago, I lived at Springfield, Mass.| the “laneros” mounted fifty white We boys used to go down to the railroad | horses (as the white horses are con- pepiation to watch the trains pass through|eidered the best swimmers), ‘Tne the city, And many of the locomotives wards did not realize What those thad scarlet red smokestacks. These} daredevils meant unthl a hand to band Vsed to seemn very beautiful to us boys 1 mentioned this fact th tyallroad man and he laug! J Qigaia raiirosd locomotives had neve fed stacks, I know they had. So I ask ensued and the thus enabling iy and army to cross the r and rout the anish forces there encamped, PEDRO RAFAEL RINCON a 4 Was cap. other old timers to verify my memory November 27, wf this; also, tot e if they can what | To the of The Evening World | significanc ny, there was in red] On w at date of November, 1891, ald @mokestacks and why some locomotives | Thanksgiving fall MM. had them and xo: t. A lot ot Your older readers must remember those aig Gays and may be interested. lor of The Evening Workd DWIGHT PYNCHON JR, ® many axis printed for A young men in business, but 1 have yet A Word to Bmplo ® ere. Hops for Siceplessnens. to Bee @ serious, sane book of maxims Fo the Kaitor « Evening Workd for employers, ‘here is room for such To tho reader who asks a cure fo | maxima ployers are apt to forget | tmpomnin, I suggest: Go to @ place several noedful things. ‘They ate apt to #e where they sell the old crushed hops | forget that employees are utterly de- Shat they make beer from. The price, | pendent on them for decent treatment, T think, Is five cents a pound, Fill for living, for fair play, for happi+ en Pillow v hops and p on it. Als | ness, A boss comes to the ollice yfake plenty of long walks in the open | grou He has lost cash or been ‘ir. A.G. A. |drunk or had a row at home. Wha’ Another Strange Battle, | does he often do? He procesds to vent | itor of The Eveuing Worl his 1M nper on his empl In the series, “Its That Changed His: | ing harshiy to them, calling them down, Be lRory,” is told the story of a battle be- | giving them extra work, ‘They can “"yween a fle warships and a corps|not retaliate, because thelr Uving dee Of cavairy, A somewhat similar case | pends on him. Such brutality ts ag ine So Upccurred in the River Apure (Venezue- | exc je as it Would be for & man to < da), where the independents were com-| peat 4 cripple who was tled hand and | soManded by Gen, Paez A Spanish |suot. ‘Mink it over, employers, What NE morning last week, at the rush | | D . | | (907 A MEAN Jos, Tom, BuT~ Such Is Life. By Maurice Ketten ASA SPECIAL, FAVOR, Tom Sure ,mirel 1LL 00 THaT® FoR You CHARLIE ON THe JoB, CHARLIE] CHARLIE HAND ME THR LEADERSHIP ALBANY Copyright, 1911, by ‘The ress Publishing Co. pyre Uke New York World). | By Roy L. McCardell. M* JARR was staying home with Like other :mld- | @ sore ‘.ro: die-class married men he seldom had an off work- day at home. Holitays he had had °) plenty, But ho: ys at home are lke Sundays, | fn a ereat moos ure, as the ¢ctivt- tles of home, per se —the woman's and children’s realm— are in solutior Bei for an, | an observant man, POVLWTERROMS to ee hs ead when ‘It 1s workday and schoolday in} that home, t to seo 1b strange, and to} din unfamiliar, {ties in precipita. | tion, irst ne, Mr. Jarr, was to observe the es iby which the ehildr pro n were} gotten off to school, 1 “Where are your books? What aid! you do with them?" asked Mrs, Jarr, bution he little boy's overcoat. “bmma had them, She's always tak-! ing my books," whined the 1! bo: “I did not! I did not!’ cried the Uttle girl Sut he tore my First Reader, He tore the little dows ~tcture | out “I didn't! I didn't touch her books!" replied little boy. ‘This leaving the matter of the torn | Lon of ver aie. dure ap ped At, at your hands, Willie Jarr!’t Ob, dear, ere you golng i With Such wands? Suppo#e the sends you home and disgraces lzzy Slavinsky hands and the boy You gd always he ain't sent has dirty said and wash them, And and wai them CLEAN! rush your halr!’ erled Mra. J Yo you think I've nothing else to do but look after a big boy Ike you?" So saying she dra bathroom and cleansed him while he howle protests, After an inspection of the little girl's ed him to the hurriedly, eemly Mrs. Jarr donned fearsome rs” 1. e, they wrapped thelr hair up, turban wise, in remnants of old aprons of biue and cer q rim and « children of un- ch PMotilin” was on the one shore of the viver and Gen, Paez ordered fifty of his "Paueros” (cowboys) to Qr7'm across on readers can suggest other maxims or lect-ses Wo employers? STENOGRAPHER, brown checks, and savagely attacked pinafore, ad to be changed, and a self-selected red hair ribbon, was pronounced to be unsightly and ‘or whieh a blue ribbon not so much to the girl's liking was sub- ututed, n Were gotten off to school with many verbal commands as conduct nd depo®ment, warn- ngs a8 to crossing streets and svold- the girl, now | Thursday, J anuary 5 WHY, OF CouRSE, CHARLIE, OLO Boy ; Riauto! EVERY Time Mr. Jarr Finds That His Home Is Just a Big Machine, and That His Wife Is the Engineer} Sore throat on the lounge, he was followed by wife and serving maid furlously moving furniture, opening windows and raising great clouds of dust by broom and brush, ‘ He had retreated in good order to the Kitchen, but nere he orly had a few minutes’ respite, for the Amazons of cleanliness charged upon him, shoving him out of the vay tho while they scraped cooking utensils and scrubbed shelves and dishes. He was called upon to move all heavy articles of furniture, take tho interlor mechanism out of the gas range and hang the newly laundered curtain: “A man might as well work sick,” grumbled Mr. Jarr. “Well, a sore throat won't prevent | you giving us @ hand!" replied Mrs. | 3 be Ten Roads fora Happy Business Woman By Sophie Irene Loeb Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World), The Commercial Clothes Line. OMEBODY has said ‘Know a man by the company he keeps,” and has added “Know a woman by the CLOTHES she wears." There may be some truth in this, but It {s an absolute FACT in the realm of busines: While it ts not clothes that really MAKE the man or woman, yet there is an element of influence in the matter of wearing apparel. ‘The woman in the home who forever lives in a KIMONO Need not weep at the loss of a husband, for he has been overburdened with the INFLUENCE of untidiness and per- haps unconsclously so. If I were a dispenser of the de- crees of dress, I would certainly put tae BAN on the kimono. OUTSIDE the dressing room door. It, with all its accessories, has done more to PROMOTE the institution of divorce than can ever be estimated. A woman in the home, however, may indulge her fancy in the matter of raiment MORE than anywhere. But with- in the precincts of commercialism, the CLOTHES line 1s distinctly drawn, Not long since I was in an office in which two women were employed. One of them wore a fancy waist and much betrimmed skirt with an up-to-minute hobble; around her neck were rows of beads and a locket On her short sleeved arms several bracelets hung which dingie-dangled as her pen moved along the ledger in which she was writing, Her hair was a mass of puffy and fluffs, and altogether sho looked ready for EASTING rather than FIGURING, The other girl was the exact OPPOSITE. Her dainty little plain waist dress unadorned, unassumingly @poke louder than words her earnestness and atten- tive attitude toward the eternal FITNESS of things. She was entirely unham- ed with fancies and folbles that belong OUTSIDE the door of trade and com- ree. S Jarr. it eusy at the office, Just then, the worst of the ho beckon significantly though some mystery wero threshold, “Have you got four ninety-elght?" asked Mrs. Jarr of ve good man, Mr, Jarr produced five dollars, “What's it for?” he asked, vn, you never mint! that concerns you," was the reply. And then the door closed and the gir! on took the package that had arrived and put it in Mrs. Jarr's room, Again the bell rang a few min° answered it, “Oh, do get out of the way!" cried “I never Mrs. Jarr, shoving him a w such @ snoopy man!” Mr. Jarr withdrew as dignifiedly as he could, and Mrs. Jarr called after hi “Give Gertrude two dollars and twelve cents for me, please!’ “And now you see what has to be done in a house, while you men have cleaning being over, the door bell rang and Gertrude answered the call, only to | to Mra, Jurr as | the It's nothing es loter, and Mr Jarr, who was nearest, cevcemunaper= "re The Story & , 3% of a Jilt By Herself. Foreword. | HY is it 80 difficult for women to seg themselves as they really are? | W They come home from a dinner or a dance, consult their faith ful mirrors, and discern immediately and unflinchingly every de | fect of fashion or nature. But they cannot turn the mirror inward! And | yet tt 4 after all, but a little trick, a mere readjustment of the wrists—or | perhaps of the mind, I myself have mastered it, and I am not a courageous | woman nor even a very clever one. Iam only cruelly curious about the im | ner as well as the outer ego. When I was a Uttle girl, a wonderful doll that closed her eycs was pre- sented to me, I loved that doll! But I broke open her head to find out how she closed her eyes! And now, though I love mysel/—Oh, yes, I do!—I have Uroken open my head to find out how I close my eyes! Chapter I. n writes the story of herself she must needs “begin at the children My beginning, so far as the purposes of concerned, occurred in my nineteenth y with my formal debut in Shelbyville soctety. My father and mother were already dead, and I was living with my Aunt Alison, She was something of a personage in the social life of the town, and social life in the Bluegrass section of Kentucky ts not the provincial affair that ft may seem, Health and beauty and money flow like milk and honey through that chosen land, and health and beauty and money usually add all the other races unto themselves. Siifiven before my debut there had not been lacking episodes to disquiet Aunt Alison with regard to me, I had heen engaged twice, and without having known so very many men at that, And yet I had no more real knowledge of my assets than a wood nymph might have had. It seoms incredible that a gitl could be engaged twice without learning that she was pretty. But one of my admirers was a lean and formal Bostonian, I had met him at a South Georgia resort where Aunt Allson and I had gone to spand the winter. It is altogether Mkely that he noticed that I was pretty, but perhaps, with an ultra-Bostonian delicacy of feeling, he had been reserving the frankness of the direct compliment for marriage, The other flance—and it w: my surprisingly quick change of partners that disquieted Aunt Alison—had never been very articulate, He had just loved me, dumbly, flercely. and at the last resentfully, So I had no great confidence in my powers, But the evening of my debut party was not half over before I discovered myself. A “GENIUS FOR LOVE It was not what men sald to me; ft was the way I drew them. I had that power! I saw men warm and soften, and then I knew that I could do anything or be anything! The realization burst on me like the revelation of gentus—lt WAS my genius—and I was delirious with the joy of it, I knew then why I had ‘ed Alden Brainerd, Bostonian, and Jim Goodman, the other flan onward to love me, I had simply used my gift—though unconsclousiy! | 1 hadn’t a chance to look into a mirror until the last guest was gone. When 1 did I wondered why I had never really seen myself before. But then I had never looked quite like that before! Aunt Alison had dressod me in green that paled to white and the gown floated away from my feet in little ripples and waves of sea-tinted color and surged up again about my young shoulders in bil- lows that were lighter and whiter than foam. Above it my face rose as brightly as a star above water, I WAS beautiful! I can say it now—so long afterward. | Aunt Alison was proud of me, I iad become, in the course of a night, a soctal | success. And with my ney consciousness of my own valuo, I continued to be a credit to her. I had suddenly developed ambitions and I behaved prettily for thelr advancement, In fact, I intended now to marry well. Alden Brainerd would have been an excellent match, as I had come to sea Jim, on the other hand, would have been a mesalliance which I reflected on with horror. But both odes were over and I must shapo my future regardless of them, Only~ THERE MUST BE NO MORE MISTAKES. Marriage as a career would admit of none. “THE MAN | MEANT TO MARRY.” Before the winter was over I had found the man I meant to marry, I still admire my discernment. Prentiss Buckner was twelve or fifteen years older than L Large and rather slow and dignified of movement he gave the impression of being even older than he was, and he was perhaps an unusual chotce for 80 young a girl as I. Quiet, reserved, and rather sardontc in his manner, he really presented two faces to the world. In short, Prentiss Buckner had a way of getting most things he wanted out of elther men or women when he chose to exert himself to do it; and I suspected him of a liking to laugh at them even while he used them. A politician to bis finger tips, but In spite of that capable of the gambler's recklessness, Prentiss Buckner was rich, Prentiss Buckner was ambitious politically, He already had a place among the recognized leaders of the Democratic party; he was already one of the best known of the younger men In the State Legisiatur And one estimate of him was pretty well summed up by what I heard one older woman say to another one night at a party: A PROPOSAL CAMPAIGN. “If Prentiss Buckner can only keep his scorn of the rest of the human race to himself he'll go pretty far.” “If he gets the right sort of wife,” repifea the other. feaning"—suggested the first woman, with a lauga, finishing the remark by glancing at tho other woman's daught ‘And the second woman gave back a smile that wi knowledgment. For Prentiss Buckner was a great catch, For a long time he didn’t even call on me, though I met him continually at © parties, Then, one night, when half a dozen younger men were gathered around me, he came. It 1s marvellous the way young men of from twenty to twenty-five can be scattered by the mere approach of an assured man elght or ten years older. jomething like frank ac+ 'm afraid I'm rather an old fellow to call on a young girl like yo remarked. But there was also in his air as he said it subtle consciousness of the fact 1] that he was a “great catch, I perceived that he felt that he had put aside his dignity in running after such a young girl as I, Prentiss Buckner was used to being run after. But I knew that since he had come, feeling like that, he must have done so because hi he would come again. I began to feel that the game he in my hands, (To Be Continued.) op The Hedgeville Editor By John L. Hobble | don't jmarried Ife these mysteries of shop- In the large shops and factories there are rules regulating the matter of clothing, which is wise, This, be tt known, is not intended to mark any caste distinction, No, indeed, not in this land of the FREE and the home of the hu- man hive. But to create the NECESSARY atmosphere of NEATNESS and DE- SPATCH in the business sphere. ‘The simple plain thing Is the best. is les ‘This 1s commendable, too, in that expense ened and quite within the means of the work-a-day world, leads to a PARTY, but {8 rather paved with strong, palpable ties that point to pursult and endeavor, So in order that we may be unhampered and tread EAS. ILY we must needs adopt the things that will not DETRACT from the work at band, | dt resolves itself into the ETERNAL FITNESS of thin, donned a dress suit on his quest of the North Pole he would have “discovered” only himself all awry before reaching the end of clvilization, | our own ‘Teddy a hunting go with a high collar and stiff shirt, Wherever We be, clothes often MAKE or MAR, Verily, in Rome must we |do as the Romans do, Therefore in business where ECONOMY Js the alpha and lomexa of existence it 1s so in tha matter of clothes. every day. Save the fluffy ruffles for the shaded lamp glow. Had Mr. Peary No more would This is ‘ognized more the Dust Demon. Whenever Mr, Jarr Woop to rest bie For: THE GARB OF SIMPLICITY MARKS THE HAPPY BUSINESS WOMAN! The pathway for a happy business woman 1s not covered with the crash : Mr, Jarr fished up two and a quarter and sent it to the door by the messenger indicated. Mrs, Jarr and Gertrude both pulled an edge of this package open and seemed to agree It was all right and again the package was taken away, “What was that?” asked Mr, Jarr, “It's something I had to get. If you want me to have tt I'll send tt back," was the reply, That stienced Mr, Jarr, Four times more did the bell ring and packages come that Mr. Jarr was not allowed to approach or see, but he was called to pay for them. And it occurred to him for the first time that all his E VERY smart T next Tuesday. ping had been veiled to him, “And," said Mrs. Jarr when he pata for the sixth C. 0. D., “now you see how much money it takes to keep the house going. How much do you think I've left out of the money you gave me Saturday?” He was going to say he had pald for everything himself, but what's the use? ‘That 4 mmilingly, “From George.” LER—Yes, slr, 1 will engrave anything Mah oon this” ring” without any” eat charge. ung Man—Welj, inscribe on tt, J —>—_—_- 4 George to Alice, Md ‘woller—H'm! ‘The lady 1s your sister, maybe? Empty! You Mtan—No; the fact fa this te au engage: ment ring. |“ Joweller—Ab, my young friend, 1 have oad consideraiigest that. the inscription | be simply Grant's Poor Marks. AJOR GEN, FREDERICK D, G RANT school teachers, says the Christian Herald, fhe mut was'a boy at West Point hls father, the famous guaeral, wre ‘Your is geting better marks tn every- thing than ever you had iu anything,’ Nprom George,” and thea it will do for auy- pody.—Red Men, ‘the oldest son of President and Gen. U, B. Grant, was not long ago a guest at Up an old story about the Grant family and was much. ploased with himseif that be had some- commandant inquiring low the som was ng, ‘The gentlem.n was not quite oo belf-satlafled when Gea, Grout rose to respond, A athe to be there, he George (h —— M & dinner’ given by certain college and thy cresting to say. ‘You need not worry,’ the commandant wrote any night, “My good fellow, could you give me a shampoo?) Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), OY HARSH says he received very little encumbrance this Christmas. yin’ is originated by at least one person. HE character of Flosste Fortna will be discussed at the Ladies’ Anvil Clud pp WELLS got a beattiful diamond ring for Christmas that hocks for ws ECK HENDERSON says a look at most any married couple will prove that a man’s judgment {s better than a woman's, The Day’s Good Stories but there is not my famous father am tne general who wrote to the comman prom | father bad eu Prom y Miz, Chalrman, i Persisteacy Wins. YOUNG got tickets for the’ oper and coulda’ posdibly give them up. She—How about ‘Tuesda: tee you terribly, feorge—Well, mo, 1 can't come Tuesday My alsicr ts giving a party and Vere ook She—Could sou come Wednesday night, then? an engagement, but 1 want to” ee ' anuich that Twill put it off, oe break an engagement {0 She—Then do come Thursday, pen to have @ free week, aud can sce you ‘most George--Well, on Thursday—er—you ‘Thursday 1—oh, it ally 2" ba; me hang My, 1 come ton perfectly true story," he anid remember the incident perfeetiy, mistake of one generation, 1 and ‘and my sou 1s the one wiiose vez mind, | iy who her maser bad’ the _reputatto no, 1 ean't, I'm awfully sorry, T ks, just the same, night? 1 wang to Uyd—No, no, 1 wouldn't have me for the world. You seo, I haps