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, and for the people to have in that office a man not too subordinate either in disposition or in practice. That is one of the reasons why there is so much popular: objection to the removal of Architect Parsons. | i Pulliched Dally Except Sunday byt he Pra Publishing Company, Nos, 53 to 63 Park, Row, New Yor a ‘Treas, ISEPH PULITZER Junior, Bec'y, 3. ARGUE Ark 2 Site I 03 Park Rows 6 at Now York Entered at the } iecond-Claas Matt er. o ates Hvening | Por En doand the Continent and and ¢ Postal Union. One Vonr.. . $9.50) One Year tees . One Month 0, One Month. VOLUME 51. LANS have of the Police Headquarters tablets in memory of policemen who died in the heroic performance f duty. A committee consisting of R. A. C. n arranged for erecting in the halls Smith, Philip Rhinelander and John Jacob Astor has heen appointed to select. the names of those \ deemed worthy of the honor. The committee has heen confronied by difficulty in finding records of police service | prior to 1869. A i appeal, th re, is made to those whose mem- ories go back to those old days to furnish the committee with all| the information they can concerning the heroic deeds of the police- | men of that time. This is an appeal that should find a prompt response from old | New Yorkers whose minds and hearts are loyal to the high traditions wf the service of the force in those bygone years, Doubtless there | are many that recall some deed of valor done by a forgotten hero—| ome evidence of fidelity that was true even unto death. To any that has such memory it onght to be a great satisfaction that he is now able to present the truth and to help do justice to the worth of the heroic dead. The task should be attended to as a high privi- lege and a civic duty. —_ THE PARK ARCHITECT. EFERRING to the office of landscape archi- tect to the Park Board, Mayor Gaynor says: “It is very important that this office be filled by a man of suitable technical education, of good execu- tive ability and of a subordinate disposition.” While this definition of the ideal park archi- tect is not equal to the repute of Epictetus, it has an epigrammatic form that gives it the appearance of a wise eaying. It is questionable, however, whether it will be easy to find a high| degree of executive ability coupled with a subordinate disposition, A desire to exert one’s will is nearly always requisite to an ability to exert the will with any force. But why should the landscape architect of the Park Board Le required to have a subordinate disposition? It is surcly con- ceivable that there may be times when it would be well for the parks e 4 STRAW HAT DAYS. HEN some secret syndicate of would-be despots undertook to fix by decree the date for the don- ning of straw hats in this neck of the continent and bulge of the sea, they knew not well the hidden ways that the weather man keeps as “he comes and goes and comes again. Whenever the sun is hot and the air is humid, when there is a glare in the sky and a reflection along the street, when man walks or rides in the sweat of his brow, when the silk hat is @ vanity, the derby a nuisance and the felt is felt as an abomina- tion; when in the heart there is a longing to loaf, and on the tongue a thirst for beer, then is time for the straw hat. Nature implants in the human breast an instinct that ought to he more powerful than custom, etiquette or habit, and instinct never fails to tell when the straw is sane, safe, sensible and scrump- tious. He that scorns the prompting is liable to sunstroke. He that vbeys it is as happy as he is wise, WRITERS FOR THE STAGE. ANIEL FROHMAN told the booksellers the other day that what the stage needs at this time is more writers, “We wish,” said he, “writers with new ideas. The Evening World Daily M { ( For AN’ HOUR, GOSH DARN IT | | WILL You EVER BE TH WITH THOSE LETTERS, Miss WicLie 2 BOY II t've BEEN CALLING You om ROUG =) Bc 5 Gos DaRw iT ! WHAT'S THE USE EVERY THING WRONG TODAY? By Roy L. McCardell. T° Proceedings at Gus's (Mr. Dink- on's discourse on Totemiam and Exogamy) had stopped, when Mr. Muller, the lead- ing grocer In the nelghborhood, had announced that he had solved t! cret and knew what Mr. Dinkston was talking about, the popular Har- lem grocer, ‘that well, what- it is—you ain't talking abon+ at all now—that you are only talk- Ing about 1s tot'ems?” Mr. Dinkston nodded assent, bet," sald Muller, But Mr. Slavinsky and Mr, Schmitt and Mr. Beppler and even Gus objected. Gus's voice, being loudest, finally pre- vatled, “Hey! he was heard to say, “We all got a doliar up on this bet, We win if “It's easy! Give me the money that Is] B: { \ ean always be literature.” Coming from an expert and uttered in the can- dor that follows a banquet, this opinion is desery- ing of more serious consideration than it would receive if it came Literature is not always drama, but drama from any other source or had been uttered on any other occasion. world that a consisie It is not to be passed as a joke, and yet it has jocose tions, Has it not been accepted as truth that there is an of ten dramatic writers for every theatre in America? Has it not | heen a long time believed that there are more playwrights than actors? Are there not more new ideas in drama offered at this time than there are sts zes or dogs to try them on? It has been pretty well established as a universal truth in this nt demand for anything will eventually com- mand a supply if fair rewards are offered, 1 r If there be a real lack of literary drama in this country it is because those that control the stage have not put the demand in the right way. we. Letters From the People en ene nn Rent An ene ONT ORIEN OO EREDLALCOE DLA CNRE nny June 15, * y To the RAitor of The Evening World (wey to cake tee ee eee ee] Does the oficial opening of the season| it my. bose were ince Fgh est oe | straw hate come on May 15 or June| want them running tt etesta insted VALENTINE V. | of going io achool, w. 3. | Would Keep Boys Of Streets, bee | ‘To the Editor of The Is day, The Mile-Long Train, boys off the|7 the Editor of The Krening World ays y to John Creamer's question, + Aurne | an starts on the rear end of a ag tn |Che@-mile train and walks the distance 1 in gangs of six and|°f the train and reaches the front the Steal what they|#ame time the train has reached a! re along the side| point five miles away from the starting #, They seem to| place, how far has he y.alked and rid- | 0 this every day and none of them ap-|den?” The man has walked one mile, pears to be fifteen years of age, When|the distance of the train, and has rid- they see a policeman they run, I no-|den five miles, the distance from one ticed this state of affairs all winter, but end of the line to the other, If the man now that the Weather is fine you would had remained seated at starting place think 1 Was vacation time, because you he would only have ridden four miles, ets during # ens of boye ever hour: the stree achool 1 eight and 1 from the small s ours you do!” Muller turned an inquiring gase on Mr, Jarr, “That's right,” Mr. Jarr admitted. “The bet was that one win, all win," “Well, then," said Muller, “I got some people that 1s my customers in Raffer- rtment house, ‘They are for langnips.”* “what's I nips?” asked Gus. I pay,” replied Muller, ‘7 asked her and she said it ts what they call {t down in New Orleans when gives a couple of ginger cakes or @ dill Wanting vs. ‘‘Wanted.”’ seek the man?'" Presidency or the Distr! cap count boys by the hundreds every Next! Lok Office.” you buy things from the grocer and he! “Do you think the ‘office should “it depends on whether it’e the! steady, t-Attorney's| you're wabbling it! Pickle or @ handful of raising es « present.” “So I see,” said Schmitt, the delicates- sen man, “like them trading stamps they all want?" “But the word ain't ‘langn! " geld Glavinsky, the glaz! “tt ts Totems,’ I see now that they ain't no use try- The New Law! Scene—The sewing room of Mrs, Gray's epart- te WCliaracter: Mra. Gray, Mra White, Afra Apparition. yrown and the ‘ G Mra, White tte cra he oo Mm Gry ead Mra, finger)—So she ie-she ought to be here any minute now. (Bell rings, Both ladies start expect- antly, Mrs, Gray opens door.) Mra, B, (entering)—Hello! Gay, etris, what do you think of the new law? Mra, G.—Which one do you mean? Mrs. B.—Why, the Dumbwatter Bill {Collecting law, of course. RS. W. (biting off thread)—I thought you sald Mre, Browa was coming in, Mrs, G.—Yes, but now the dumbwait- er bell {@ going every minute-and * gives me such @ headache! Mra. W.—Well, why don't you stuff the bell, silly? Mrs, @G. (enlightened) — I never thought of that! Mrs, W.—Sure! too, didn't you? B.—Why, certainly! They can until they're blue in the face and never hear them, Geet That's @ Did you stuff youre? Mrs. Brown did hers, I great law! (Mrs, Gray's dumbwatter bell sizzles madty. ‘The three ladies gaze in dis- may at one another.) Mrs, G. (hoarse whisper)—I'l bet that's the milk collector. I owe him two weeks and I could pay htm if I wanted to, but I just won't! He's got a red mustache and fishy eyes and he weare @ celluloid collarm—and I hate himt I just won't pay him—that's all! (The bell continues to rival the class- fest sort of @ fire alarm. The ladies cover thelr ears.) Lure, G. (euddenly)—Sey, qirts, help me stuff my bell, won't you? Duo (eagerly)—Sure! (They put aside the embroidery and repair to the kitchen, Mrs, White ar- ranges a woolen box on top of en un- decided looking chair, Mra, Gray hunts for rags, Mrs, Brown etande ready to assist. Mrs. Gray gnounte the im- provised stepladder.) Mra. G. (fearfully)—Now, hold it for goodness sake! Clara, Mra, W. (indignantly)—I em not! But 4 “All the World’s a Stage.” (Little Comedies, of Every Day.) By Alma Woodward. azine, Satu WHY INTHE Deuce Mr. Jarr and His Friends Enlarge Their Vocabulary at a Cost of About $3 a Word ing to find out to understand rery- thing he is talking about,” (and he dicated Mr. Dinkston when he ne"). “W totems 1 “Sure,” said Muller, the grocer, “and ain't coming to what that word means?” id can win if we know what ft fen't any too etrong, and you're no featherweight! Mrs. G. (with enthusiasm)—Oh, girls, @d4 I tel you that I've lost a pound and a quarter! Yes, eir—whet do you think of that! Mrs, B. (sensibiy)—Oh go on and stuff, Pityingly the bell! This thing isn’t going to hold out forever—it's kind ‘of creaking Mre, G, (nursing @ atuck |now! Mra. W. (directing)—Stuft ‘em in well or they'll drop out. Thank goodness hhe’a stopped ringing! Mrs, G.—Do you know ft was ewfully clever of you to think of thie, Alice! (Mra, Brown, her eyes giued to the kitchen window, muddenly emits « hair- raising shriek! Mra, White let go the ‘chair and their hostess does @ fanay, T heard them use that| Mra. W. Goyously)—Oh, tan't ¢t triple turn end inde forcibty on Miia BUgges- | word ‘Tote ‘em.’ That I didn't hear | 6ra It 1 knew the man whe mete ‘Mrs. W. (recovering first)—What average |them use It, but they got a cook what is|that lew I'd go and hug him! Just} oN » Ba colored indy and uses tt, Firet time |!magine not having those horrid things |"St "|, (casing) teck—look at the she buys things by my.atore ehe asks |coming to your door aM the time! ermtcrat (Seated on the fire escape peering in is a man with fishy eyes, a red mus- tache and a celtuloid collar. In his hand he waves @ two-weeks’ old milk bin.) Apparttion (through One ninety-six, please! G. (breathiess)—Why—how—oh !— the window)— well! Apparition (fendishty)—There ain't no law ‘gainst usin’ fire escapes fer bill conectin', te there? ‘Trio (in utter defeat)—No—there etn't! — Hang On! By Cora M. W. Greenleaf. HE time to hang on ie the mo- I ment ‘You fee! you have got to let go When you feel that your fingers are altpping, ‘The effort ts straining you #0. Remember that fragment of wisdom, ‘Tis Garkest hour just before dawn,” Bucceas will reward your endeavor If you only brace up and hang on, You cannot afford to let failure ‘Hold you up to derision and scorn After all the long battle you gave her. Get @ firm bulldog grip and hang on. Don't forget the victorious heroes ‘Who oft fought when the last hope seemed gone Wresting success from grim failure Just because they knew how to hang eal igi che in rdey, CLOSE D TILL “hs “@piel! aid Bepler, the butcher. “Ain't we been long enough about It, now?" “Well,” said Muller in a confident tone, “I'm coming to It. That coloved woman not only says that word for Presents to a customer ‘langnip,’ bot) when I puts out for her salt and baking | powder and pepper and corn starch and @reen peppers and half pound of tea she says to me: ‘Ain't I to get a poke to tote my tricks in?’ ‘What do you! \ think that meant? | “It meant,” Muller went on, “that she wanted a paper bag to carry them | things in, 80 1 learned them words they use South from that colored lady, and that is why I know that this man | ia talking Gouth talk about carrying | things, ‘Tote ‘em’ means to carry) things. Give me the winnings.” But Mr, Jarr emiled tolerantly. “You're wrong, Muller," he said. “My dear fellow,” said Mr. Dinkston to Muller, “You are in griev- ous error. ‘Totemism’ ts not a cor- ruption of @ vernacular !diom meaning ‘to carry, to convey.’ I have been ex- Plicit to the point of fatiguing repetition jim conveying to you, with all the clar- ity at my command, that Totemism is an abnormal development of the wotship of anthropomorphic deities with sacred flora and fauna for their attri- Dutes, conventionalized to mere sym- ‘bollam it ia true. Aa Mr, Dinkston paused again to moisten his throat, Gus turned savagely on Mr, Jarr. “It I ever find out that this feller is unko, I bet you don't come in this| 'iiquor store no more," he said “Only I don't want to waste any more money T' bet you don't know what it ts, either."” “I'l det you I do, and I'll give you odds," ead Mr. Jarr. He was bluffing to some extent. He 4id not follow Mr. Dinkston wholly, but | ‘at least he had an inkling of the mean-| ing of his remarks on Totemism. Gue and his allies did not take Mr. Jarr’s offer up, and Mr. Dinketon mois- tened hig throat once more end pre pared to resume. “Whether,” he continued, ‘Totemiam existed among Astec eborigines, the Celts, the Semites or the Italo-Hellenic races ie doubtful; although the wide Giffusion of this singular institution can only be appreciated by @ thorough re- search into ell ite varied classificatory syatem of relationship.” “Ob, cheese it on the totatiem!™ said Gua ‘What is that Exology you was talking about? Maybe we can guess “Ite 9 etrict tribal marital relation. onip,” eaid Mr, Dinketon. “Give him the money, We gurren- Gert” said Gus, wearily. “Now, what ts Exology? Remember I NEVER want to hear thet other word again!” ‘Whom di4 you marry.” asked Mr, “A fime German girl I wouldn't marry any one else!" replied Gus, “Then,” eaid Mr, Dinkston, “THAT ts Bxogamy. Give me the money!" As he took it and departed Slavinsky groaned: “Undt totemism is getting euckers to bet on your game! Bee?” 4 creme A TLE TEE TON A eet Magi Such Is Life (In the Spring). By Maurice Ketten. 3. Songs of a & & Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Coprright, 1011, by The Prew Publishing Co, (The New Teck World), Her Ruabatyat. ULD you your sweetheart's secret seek to speu? Ww There are #0 many little ways to tell! A hair, perhaps, ehall prove him falee or : true— A single hair upon Me coat lapel. A hatr, perhaps, shall prove him falee or true! Yes, and a whiff of perfume were the clue, Could you but find it, to his absent thoughts, And, peradventure—to the WOMAN, too. My Song o’ Dreams, OLD wind, dold wind, C Out of the frosen north; Blow me power to do and dare, Strength and wisdom and might to epare, And then go back to your ice-bound streams, But leave—ah, leave me all mw dreamel Keen wind, lean wind, Out of the biting east, Blow me knowledge of the things that are, From fallen man to fallen etar, Good and evil; and go ye then, But leave—my faith in my fellow men! Warm tind, storm wind, Out of the sunny south; Blow me love. With your subtle art Teach me the lesson of the heart, Teach me the rapture of the rose— Leave me white as the drifting snows. Mild wind, wild wind, Out of the golden west; Blow me all that the world can give; Work and wisdom and power to live. Try my soul with the chastening rod But leave—ah, leave my faith in God! “Q@REAT CONSPIRACIES OF HISTORY,” an entertaining and edues- tional series, by ALBERT PAYSON TEREUND, will begin in Monday's Bvening World. The Week’s Wash. By Martin Green. Copyright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). OMING down in the subway! ‘The Interborough first mede @ propo- from One Hundred and Six-| sition to operate a plain subway. Then teenth street this morning,”| they put forth a plan to operate a cross complained the|between a subway and @ weather map Head Polisher, “1| of the United States of America, The became impressed|B. K, T. jumps in with @ subway all with the jdea that| over embroidery and beaded work. The it will not be long | Interborough comes back with an elab- before each pas-| orate cobweb design which the B, senger in that|R, T. sees and ralses to @ propos! part of town will| tion that looks like the thumb print #m- have to use a shoe| pression of a house burner. Finally we horn te ease him-| have a forecast of a subway in which self aboard. The| you can ride for two or three weeks for car I wae in, for! « nickel and never tell where you are or roomy comfort, re you are going to get off. made the middle| “Tt seems to be about time to begin of w bale of hay look like a baseball! work on a regular subway in which the yard.” cars will run up one track and down “Oh, very well,” chirped the Laundry | the other.” Man, optimistically. ‘Summer {8 com- j Pity Waterless Gotham! { ing. Subway travel falls off in the “pt outlook, that water-farine Lt @ summer time, Think of riding at your ease, sitting down, along about the thing,” suggested the Head Polisher, middle of July, with an electric fan massaging the warm, moist air in the “It would be horrible, indeed,” agreed the Laundry Man, “if we should be car and the dust slowly filtering into your system and solidifying until you given an excuse to drink everything but are in danger of turning into a statue of yourself. Some bliss there, what? “Of course, as soon as the summer's over tie crush in the subway will be wor jan ever, But sufficient to the day the same being the rapid transit slogan of this imperial clty. By this time next year the passengers tn subway trains will have to go to business in the morn- ing without breakfast to save space. ‘The time is coming when they wii pack a subway train #o tight it will explode. “In the meantime our $1,000,000 a year Public Servity Commission and our the overcrowding thereof, water. But why do the authorities be- gin to torture the populace #o early tp the game? expensive Board of Estimate and Ap- portionment are acting as joint umpires in a game of bluff between the Inter- borough Rapid Transit Company and tae Brooklyn Rapid Transit Company. Up to date they haven't rendered a decision, “This whipsawing of the corporations with the subway situation reminds me of the museums they had on the Bow- ery. You paid a dime to go into the museuma and witness something olassy and found yourself observing a spec- tacle not worth a dime, to say the least. ‘Then you were persuaded to pay fifteen cents more to go through an- other entrance into another room to see something honest and truly classy and found yourself stung again, Finally you were assured that by paying two |ite more you would be afforded the opportuntty of gasing on the goods, You stepped suddenly through @ door and found yourself out on the busy Bowery about five feet away from where you went in. Aid the St. 'T is too late to be among the first, but ] you must send something to the Bt. Rose Home, in Cherry street. This is the only place in our great city, ex- cept Blackwel sland, wh incurable cancer patients received, There is no distinction of religion, nailonality or color, all indigent sufferers being wel- eomed, “There is no race nor creed {n pain,” aye Mother Alphonsa, who presides over the little institution, Dr, John J. Coyle gives his expert ser- | vices gratuitously, and 0 does Dr, John L, Shells, the visiting physician, The “No doubt by shutting off the eupply for the drinking fountains in the parks enough water can be saved to fill a couple of sprinkling carts every day. By keeping the streets dry we avoid drowning germs and furnish same with @ comfortable nest of dust to breed in. All of which produces peevish dispost- tions among the proletariat, while the real water waster in hotels, office bulldings, tce plants, brewertes, factories and apartment-houses proceeds without any hindrance, save that arising from the volition of the few who really fesr a water famine” eaid the Head Polisher, “that they have found more in- dictments in the Carnegie Trust sel “Well,” replied the Laundry Man, “the depositors must get their rights, even if they can’t get their money,’ —___++-- —___ Rose Home. jnurses are Dominican Sisters. For sclent!flc oare and skill po public hos- pital is better squipped. Those wh know the blessed work that the St. Rose |Home has done for over fourteen years want to donate {t @ larger butiding, and John D, Crimming, the honorary treas- urer, has received $0.00 in amounts varying from §1 to $2,000—thanks to the energy and popularity of THE BVH: NING WORLD-—from @ome of our best people—soclety toadera, iudeas, bankers, business firma, What will YOU gtve to help this noble charity?—Town Topica, \