The evening world. Newspaper, January 10, 1911, Page 16

The Evening Wo Che ? } Published Daily Except Sunday by the Pross Publishing Company, Nos. 53 to 63 5 , ‘ark low, New 3. ANGUS SHAW, Pres. and Troas,’ JOSE LITZER Junior, see'y. ‘ 6: 63 Park Row 3 Park’ Row. —— — Matter. land and tne Continent and| Countrics in th {international Postal Union, woxs $9.00] One Yor. wee «NO. 18,039. Entered st the Post-Office at New York as Kecond-Cl 3 Sabseripilon Rave ito The | Evening | For s Werld for the United States All ome” and Oanada.. Year 4 0 | Ove Month! : FUT “T HKU" THE SPELLING MILL. — AD SPELLS have been so numer- ous of late at Wellesley College that special classes in orthog- raphy have been inaugurated for | girls delinquent in that branch | of English. More than 600 stu-| dents, or about haif of the total registration of Wellesley, are in- cluded in this club of dictionary delvers. They will have to de- vote an hour a day, including Saturdays, to nothing but epell- ing, “thru”-out the remainder of the academic year. It is as easy to get into one of these classes as it is to become a member of an Ananias Club. All a girl has to do to become eligible for the ‘Wapelling bee is to submit a paper in which three or more words are *°mis-spelled. It is expected that practice will make perfect in these | «Baily drills under Miss Agnes Perkins, supplemented by the class in | punctuation to be conducted by Prof. Pope. Proof-reader accuracy vin the accomplishments named will be necessary hereafter to secure | bachelor of arts degree at Wellesley. | Originality and individualism seem to be less fostered and more | “Wepreciated in spelling than in any of the other arts or sciences. It oris worse than uscless to be born with an inventive faculty in this adine. The old saying, “The style is the man,” or the woman, as the »wease may be. don’t go in orthography. Only a colossal genius like the late Josh Billings can devise a © Jabor-saving system of spelling “of” as “uy,” or “you” with a simple -U,” and get away with it. | “9 qe Prof. Brander Matthews and Andrew Carnegie and other lexicog- eeraphers of great wealth have promoted a complicated scheme of implified” spelling which is used to lighten up the otherwise dull Sand heavy columns of “The Outlook” with a quaint little touch of | Sepia humor; but this is a luxury beyond the means of the com- F m literary and journalistic masses, my Only to-day we were reading a publisher's advertisement of a ante “Dictionary of Hard Words,” giving the different, variable or ie Qisputea spellings of 19,000 words—a number considerably in excess <ijet the entire vocabulary of Shakespeare! | ms All words are “hard,” if you go into their derivation, i history etymology. But after all it does not make them any easier to wipe out the record of their past in an effort to represent them by arbitrary and meaningless combi- nations of letters supposed to ren- der their pronunciation as called “correct” by some professor or school. Notwithstanding the multiplica- tion of new-fangled systems and “fonetik alfabets,” we are all glad enough to have the good old dic- tionary to fall back upon when cornered by such words as, for instance, “syzygy,” or “sphygmo- manometer.” | For this reason we believe that draw to! Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), HERE'S a pear-shaped pearl at the end of many a “rope!”* Herd up your Hobgoblin and make him commtt hari-kari! Yes, men, ike water, “finally reach thelr level.” But once we took a swim tn a lake that was ten thousund feet above the level of the sea! Poise, patience, rld Daily Magazine, Next! By Maurice Ketten. Perseverance—another “mitt” to | Mare Anton: Used-to-Wi ‘We hope we're not living in any Fools’ Paradise—but the Down-and-Out Club hasn't beckoned to us once since the beginning of 1911! ' A Resolve isn't much good unless it is built upon Resolution! ‘The day may be drear, and bleak, and gray—but the Panstes will be making thelr grinning l#ttle faces at us before we know it! | “Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide arch of the rang’d Empire fall! “i The Jarr By Roy L. McCardell. (6 APA, why do you amoke those P clgaretivs?’ avked the Mttle Jerr buy. The tone he spoke in was ohid- ingly critical, and the fond mothe: who overteard ralecd her voice to commend the epeaker and con- found the smoker. “There!” whe ex- claimed. “When your own cohiid notices @ thing ike that I should my i was time you were ashamed! Mr. Jarr threw away with @ gutlty look. “Welkum—er—I'm not a fiend for them!" he hastened to explain. “But | for a short smoke I sometimes light them." | + “Of course nothing I say has any the cigarette effect," Mrs. Jarr went on, “but when | | your uittle | bables notte mend them. “I might have worse faults!” Mr. Jarr, sulkeily “And you doubtless have," sald Mrs. Jarr. “But when even @ child notices what its parents are doing, when they are doing wrong, it behooves the parent to behave, if only for the sake of set- ting @ good example.” “I'm going to smoke cigarettes, bet- |oher itv!" cried Master Wille Jar. | “Izzy Slavinaky smokes cigarettes, and | he sald to me, he said: ‘Wanna eee the smoke come Out o' me eyes? And I eays: ‘Sure!’ And he says, ‘Putcher hand on me stomick and press hard.’ An I put me hand on his @tomick and pressed hard and he put the cigarette down on me hand and burnt me, An’ I hollered, and he said if I hadn't hol- jered I'd ‘a’ seen the smoke come of his eyes, an’ he wanted me to again, but I wouldn't. But when I'm bigger I'm gonna smoke cigarettes and make the smoke come out o' me eyes!" This childish recital of adventure and desires not making the good impression Master Jarr had hoped for (in fact, both bis father and mother were re- garding him with blank curiosity), Mas- ter Willle again said to ie father: “Don't smoke them cigarettes, paw.” It had been a sure-fire-hit ne previ- children — when innocent your faults it 1s time to said try “You see!” eald Mrs. Jarr. “You see how the bad actions of elders corrupt the ideas of the young!" “IL only notice that Wille remon- strances against my smoking cigarettes arise from no vety deep convictions against the habit,” said Mr. Jarr. “He Copyright, 1911, by The Pras Publishing ( out | Family The Angel Child Seeks to Cure His Father Of the Cigarette Habit—and Scores No, £:tt (The New York World), has aspirations that way himself." “The poor child! What does he know avout the injurious effoot 7" repiled Mim 'Jarr. Then she turned to Master Wille and spoke solemnly: “T hope mother's Itttle boy will néver, never smoke tobacco in any form. It | stunts the growth of growing chiKiren. You want to grow up to be @ great, bis man, don't you, WiiNe?” , “No,"" said the tittle boy. “I want to p to be a dwarf and be im a “Where does the child get @ugh | ideas?" cried Mrs. Jarr in alarm. “OR, | do wih we could move out of tl neighborhood! ‘That Johnny Rangle ts j the worst boy, and that Izzy Slavingky you heard {t Just now—he emokes cigarettes! What can poor people do? They can't keep thelr children indoors all the time. And when they go out in the street they pick up dreadful ideas.” “Oh, I guess the little boys in this neighborhood are no worse than any other little boys,” sald Mr. Jarr. “You don't want Willie (o be a milksop, do your" |) “of course not!" said Mrs, Jarr. | “But I do want fim to be a little gen- tleman, and not to fight or naughty words or cigarettes, no matter how big he gets. Willie, If you'll be real good I'll get you |a nice velvet suit and pretty Mttle em- | proldered handkerchiefs’ to wear tn the eleeve of the jacket, Mke thie.” And Mrs, Jarr displayed a picture in @ fash- fon paper she had at hand, showing « | dol-baby sort of a boy with a dainty handkerchief protruding from the | sleeve of a blue velvet jacket with @ | broad dace collar. | “Ah, I -woulin't wear that sesy | thing!” cried young Hopefal, “I want @ Boy Scout eit and a revolver. Mr. Jarr grinned, and Mrs. Jarr felt | the refining influences of life were being weakened with Willie. “But you don't want your papa to |amoke those horrid cigarettes, do you, | my Mttte man?” ehe asked, stroking his | youthful brow, | “No, I don't," said Mamma’s Joy, “Because & is a very Sad habit for janybody to emoke, isn't 4%, angel?” asked Mrs. Jarr, with a “Now-listen-to- this!” look at Mr. Jarr. “No,” said the angel. “But I've got a double set of them cigarette pictures. 'T want paw to smoke another tind #0 I can get prize-fighting pictures, And jthen, when I get all the prize-fighter | pictures, I want him to smoke the (cigarettes that has the baseball play- jers’ pictures, and then I want tim to amoke"— But father was never to know, or the angel child was being led away for strict disciplinary treatment. The Story. of.a Jilt | By Herself :— Copy 1941, by The Pros Publ Co, (7 York Worl SYNOPSI! ie Jilt decides to accept Prentias Buckner, a decide iy Buckner, secretly engaged to Jack Spain, a college UNT ALLISON announced our to take place on Thanksgiving in the house before the formal flooded with billows of white | aid | althy, middle ged man, She also Decomes ome difficulty keeping her double secret. CHAPTER Il. (Continued.) engagement in Septe:ber, the marriage Day. There were sewing-women already announcement. The upstairs rooms-were stuff, beautifully bridal. Two Louisville dressmakers had been engaged. ‘The invitations were ordered and Prentiss had a ring safely on my hand—e sapphire aa darkly eplendid as his blue eyes and encircled with diamonds. managed to keep free of rings since I had returned Allen Brainerd’s. Footing against himself—and a little while tater Marc was 4) .a14 that love ought to be left unshackled and that I wouldn't wear a common- I had I always the hours put in by the Wellesley | girls in their compulsory spelling | place symbol of bondage. It was @ successful speech. Most men Ike a girh who is indifferent to trinkets; they think her indifference proves a divine unworldli- ness of spirt. Somehow we just nachully hate to hat one over on us when the Boss is looking! (? 6 our Rival put ‘That good horse, Endurance, never yet ran for the End Book! ses will be all to the good—even the Saturday afternoon sessions it may entail the occasional sacrifice of a theatre matinee. Ee e THE MONEY TRUST. RAISE for the action of Mr. J. P. Morgan in coming to the , Tescue of three shaky banks should be tempered by an inquiry as to how it comes that he alone can “rescue” the water- jogged in finance. It is because Mr. Morgan, with extraordinary | genius in the use of men and money, has created a Money Trust aemithout whose behest all things financial are in vain in New York, | sua Each crisis, however created, finds him the gainer. ‘The Morse- *“Phomas-Heinze episode gave him the Tennessee Coal and Iron Com-| “pany and the Portchester Railroad, though the three adventurers vomamed had nothing to do with either enterprise. They simply “treated a condition that tightened money and which grew tighter as *the Great Rescuer pulled the rope. | » It is announced that “cash” has taken the place of unsound "€eenrities in the “rescued” banks. Whose cash? Why, yours and _fverybody clse’s that chances to be stored in other banks and about the use of which not YOU but Mr. Morgan has the say. Te has now »«fobbled up a tidy new bunch of millions and so is rapidly completing ‘ his control of all the money in this town—your money, please remem- eer, fellow-citizens, which will soon be turned against you in the subway deal, to earn YOU no interest from the depository, but to | <fpake you pay 23 per cent. or more in profits to the Money Trust’s | pubway! | | a Alexander Pope. ‘out two or three ti sa | Fo the Editor of iho Byening World | mes a weok to dances, | aod if 1 say anything to b hn i Who was the author of the following | ine to get out of the house. Cs, ie No. ‘To the Editor of The Wrening World | Was 10 a leap year? FI. 8. mohnes? yetiLa! the poor Indian, whose untutored « mind Sees God in clouds or hears Him in the wind: id lana saci fou! proud scjence never taught to | wtray | os@ar as the solar walk or milky way.” | Ws | | Kindly teil me the me: following words semper femina est It is a Latin “Woman 4s changeable.” ning of the “Varium et mutable ROBERT A quotation, meaning: “q AW Py always uncertain and 7 Bo the waitor of The Krening World Will wise readers advise me what to y modo in & case like this? I am @ hard | Tc the Faitor of The Evening World; “working married man with a wife and| Is it necessary to procure a mar- Amo children, My wife insists on going riage license in New Jersey? P, G, te | Father Tanglefoot will never give a Boost toward the Top! Mf only we could @ moving picture film, could hear one of our day out of the unmitigating horn of a phonograph, how suddenly would we cancel the cut and try a new system! BSaplence never yet was achieved by a Sap-Head! There's a Jansied Note somewhere in ‘These aro the languorous days in Santa Barba Us from “playing” that we're there! javigation that has nothing to do with the Sea! ‘There’ \The Day's Good Stories Due Precautions. N a town in Georgia there was an old preacher whose knowledge of the world was not wide a Sclence of > | | nor dee), but who conceived it to be a place where, if one should trust his fellow men, he ie same time keep an eye on his own under the pl admirers approached him and said, regret T don't suppose you knew that a United Btates Senator was here when you pulled off your coat,” I reckon I knew it well, for I'd been told of said the preacher, calmly, “1 don't believe as bad as be might be, and anyway, I put my coat on the chair close by, and had it right under my eye all the thme."--Youth's Companion, thie No Latitude. tt, undergoing “what ts lat the Britieh us any.""=-London Seraps. ha An Eye to the Future. T would probably take many generation of adversity to train Americans into t | faresing thriftiness of my people,” on ob | “1 remember hase eed indy, Beto she undertook the purchase the lady called and asked the good woman ee see one of our days’ fool gyrations on abole The chap who, catching his own eye peded by Phantoms! Love that's too solemn to Laugh! What a lot of water has ¢ saw absolutely “no way out!” but there's nothing to keep After all, the most that’s asked of us is simply that we Behav in the glass while shaving, says to his reflection, ‘You mean old scrub, you had your knocking clothes on last night, didn't you?” is on the Beat to Betterville! “Coming events cast their shadows before''—but we're not going to be atam- Our idea of Love's Labor Lost is to tell the Boy of twenty-one what a Bone- | head we were at his age and to expect him to see the Connection! ctions ofa & &% & Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1011, by The Pres Publishing Oo, (The New York World). M ‘ Cheap sen*iment, like cheap scent, is often mainly a matter of alcohol, \Refle RRYING for companionship is about as reason- able as going to a pink tea for excitement and dissipation, Before he marries her a man may be afraid to kiss a girl; afterward he is afraid not to, Man is an atom, and he expects every woman to be an atomizer, sprink- \ling the air with incense and flattery most of the time. No man knows what a brilliant fiction writer he might have made until his wife gets out his old love letters and begins to read them to him. A “militant” woman and the strong-armed lady in the side show have about equal fascinations for the average man, A man often wakes up to find that he has proposed to a woman when he was merely trying to find out in a roundabout way if she would marry him in case he should ever decide to ask her, Brother’s Verdict. By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. AIPA saya you're straight from P Heaven. That seems queer; It's where our other baby went last year. I s'pose he tok you all about his home | And us, and set you how!in' so to come, |'at all the folks and angels couldn't hear. Until they let you come; anyhow, Why are you makin’ such a rumpus now | You've butted tn, and makin’ such @ tuss, As If you're disappointed some in us, "Twon't help you any—raisin’ euch a row. We feel ax bad as you do ‘bout It, so! If you ain't satiefied, why don't you go? | Our other baby had two little teeth And @ dimple in his pink chin Just be- neath, And the sweetest smile ‘at wavered to and fro, The angels didn't think you's worth a nase, No wonder ‘at you turn #0 red from shame! ‘Ilow dare you bring your homely little face Into my other baby brother's place? It's 'nough to make us sick to watch your game, A cuttin’ loose, and raisin’ such @ fuss! That's why the angels packed you off to us, “Would you rather have @ felt or @ etraw | Donnet, Mre. Carmiobact}** |" "Weel! responded Mrs, Carmichael thought fully, ‘I think 1'l) tek’ @ etme ane, It'll ma} be a! mouthfu’ to the coo whem I'm done wi’ it,’ emldgplncott’e t Marriage is an “institution” in which blindness, insanity and intorica- tion are all cured—whtle you wait, ex Pride goeth before a sprawl, Land knows ‘at we don't want you, any. how, If you're goin’ to keep on makin’ such ‘a row, You homely tookin’ little thippypotter: wus nnd | But I didn’t try a ruse Uke that with Prentiss, for I really meant to tharry him, and so I had no incentive to escape the official emblem of my promise, I {had only to reckon with Jack about it, and our accounting would have te be | met anyway, ring or no ring. | T hadn't #een Jack for several weeks when my engagement to Prentiss wi | announced, For two or three Sundays previous I had run off to house parties where neither he nor Prentiss were Invited, a proceeding which each of my flances had permitted in the belief that he was allowing me a final, harmless little fling of gitthood. And I hadn't written to Jack elther. He had repeatedly talked to me over the long distance telephone, and I had somenow managed ¢o ed beneath the bridge since the last time we satisfy him with those communications. | } A Moment of Melodrama. i ARR AAA AAAS | My engagement was announced in the Loulsville evening papers on Saturday, | arly Sunday afternoon Jack came. I was alone in the sitting room at ¢he time, | and he walked right in without so much as a ring or a knock to annodnce him, \or a word of greeting when he stood before me, I remember that all his fine, | healthy célor had faded and that with fts loss he seemed to have Jost his youth, | too, He looked as much a man as Prentiss then, and I vow I would almost as soon have married him. 1 think I loved him—just for a moment, He came up to me and took my hand and wrenched off tho sapphire ring. | It fell on the floor and lay there. I was afraid to pick it up. Jack should hi | slung me over his shoulder and marched off with me right then, Ho could have | done it! Instead he began to talk—and I could talk better than he. "You can't marry Prentiss Buckner,” he said, “you belong to me. always been my girl, Sylvia!" The minute he spoke his suddenly acquired manhood vanished; he was just | my old playmate, Jack, It seemed absurd to think of him as a husband, I could | see in him so plainly the chubby traces of the little boy who had bullied and | adored me years ago, I didn't Intend to be bullied again, “Now look here, Jack!" I said firmly. “I am going to MARRY Prentiss er, I've PROMISED!" ‘ou've promised ME! he exclaimed. "Yes," I admitted, “I reckon I did sort of promtse you, Jack, But you oughtn’t | to hold me to that, You—you scared me into it anyway!" “Scared you Into It? he repeated amazedly, “What on earth do you mean, You've v1 “Well,” I sald, “you-you KISSED me, Jack.” “And that seared you Into promising to marry me? Ho was still incredulous, and he was still tmportunato for his rights, 1 had to convince him that he had tmposed upon me, I couldn't get rid of him any other way, panne nnn, | A Kiss and a Trick, } “I thought I ought to marry you,” I sald, looking straight into h “NOBODY EVER KISSED ME BEFORE!" He fell back and stared at me and his face want whiter than ever “Good God!" he whispered, And that whisper, with tts welght of ohivatrous | horror, sounded through me more clamorously than the wildest cry of passion or of pain, 1 knew then that the usual feminine le had won my trick for me, “You wouldn't wear a ring for me," he obsorved. “1 couldn't,” I answered, “Because you didn't really love me?" Yes," [ murmured, “And do you love him?" "Yes," I repeated, “Then V'd better go," he said sadly. "Oh, don't blame me! Don't blame me! I cried, blamed, then or ever, (To Be Continued) | For I couldn't bear ¢@ by |