The evening world. Newspaper, July 29, 1911, Page 8

' : : p & k + W cA é i a 3 ~ ' ; sre py, the Press Publishing Company: Nos. 68 to 63, ork | aheeuss JOSEPH PULITZER Suntor, See'y. ark Ri Pobtiehed Daily Except 3 ANGUS SNAW, Pres. and Treas.. 63 Park Row Entered at the beri pt ici ates to. The E Babee ricid tor the United States and Canada, $3.50] One 1301 0ne me Monit. ‘ Lint VOLUME bu. weeeNO. 18,239, | LUCK, PLUCK AND BRAINS. | M* of distinguished worldly success, in a eymposium conducted | by a Paris periodical, have turned the X-rays on their own | respective careers, in a more or less frank endeavor to account for themselves. The question asked of each was, How much | of a part has luck, or chance, played in your life’s success? There were scarcely two answers alike, yet the principal variance | was in estimates of the importance of luck as a determining factor. Some, like Maeterlinck, believe that luck is tho main thing. | Others, like Jules Claretie and Maurice Donnay, look upon work as the one best bet. Jules Le- maitre, academician and critic, de- nies that there is any such thing IWANT A Mt THAT LEAVES “To MORROW as chance. What we call luck, he says, is only our attempt to ac count for the other fellow’s suo- ceeding where we have failed. A similar idea is put in epigram by Massenet, the composer, who re- marks dryly: “Yes, I believe in luck—especially in others.” The most striking theory of success is formulated in definite terms by Prof. Richet, of the Academy of Medicine. In « game of skill, like chess, the professor points out, talent means 100 per cent., and chance nil. In roulette, on the other hand, luck means 100 per cent. and talent doesn’t count at all. Between these two extremes lic all possibilities in a man’s life. Success, Richet calculates, needs 60 per cent. intelligence, 10 per cent. industry and 80 per cent. luck. But if any one of these three factors be missing, then the net result is nil. This is a plausible definition, and fits most cases, however sorted. It gives luck a reasonable in, but brains a two-to-one preference over it. And what joy to find hard work put down at a beggarly 10 per cent. rating! No doubt there are instances of success in finance and politics, end even in art and literature, which occur to many of us as ex- amples of the triumph of sheer luck over pluck and brains. Yet upon enalysis it proves that intelligence played boldly the good hand that fortune dealt, otherwise it would have been wasted. The point where Prof. Richet’s theory falls down—es he him- self candidly admits—is in the fact that, after all, the possession of intelligence is in itself a matter of chance. Energy and labor have nothing at all to do with it. What more fatal turn of ill-luck can a man have than to be born fn fool? ————+ + —____— NEXT WEEK. _ Now for a spurt! The subway dirt will fly (perhaps) next week. The B. R. T. will cut (maybe) its Coney fares, next week. Sea baths will be open and free (unless postponed) next week. How happy we all onght to be—and would, but for “next week.” What shifts and shirks that hoodoo works! “Next weck” is, in {te manner, a boresome blight—as odious quite as Mexican “Manana.” Letters From the People For @ Cat Tax. to eay thet 1 tht fe We Rittor of The Eveaing World: He ak Rin very wnust May pay good wages Z read with much feeling the ead fate| over-work his maployeen,” but he must ef the poor stray cats and dogs of New | rem: ember that if they work six days a York City, The Legislature passed | week for fifty-two weeks the brain needs law putting @ tax upon every owner of |some rest. I hope others will give thels & 40g. This ts the remedy~why not | Pinions, EMPLOYER, treat the owner of cats in the same ™ 4 manner? Tax them, Have cat licenses. |i tne naitor of The Prenine Wort he result would be fewer stray cate, | On what day of the week did Aug. 6, Mra. F. R. P., Albany, N. ¥. 11995 fall? Also Aug. 26, 18007 oe “How Many of Kacht” To the Baitor of The Krening World: H. NELSON, Readers, a man purchased 100 chickens and ducks, paying $104 for them. If the ening Worl he ova chlekens cost Te. each and the ducks| 7° Comm avenue line of the B. RT. $1.2 each, how many of each kind of |SS?Tie# Passengers from Broadway ea cnet Bey many ferry, Brooklyn, to Sheepshead Bay for A fve-cent fare, From Sheepshead Bay it'# @ pleasant walk to Manhattan and Brighton beaches. There are four lines of cars running trom Greenpoint which intersect the Ocean crosstown, Graham avenue, street and Tompkins-Culve: w. Littl for “Rela To the Editor of The Evening World: I read an article by a doctor saying working girls ought to “relax” during ch hour, J wonder has the doctora y ‘@ What some working girla have to put up with? They have to be at work|of these lines transfers to the Ox ut 8 o'clock sharp, work until noon, with|@venue line, This seems to me un, alf an hour to choke down some dry|to Greenpoint, Passengers coming ov vod (where does the relaxation come|the Brooklyn and Williamsburg bridges 1), then work until 6 And even on the |c&” transfer to the Ocean avenue line; NOBLE. avenue ine—the Lorimer but none rear ea Hs i ln lids i Such Is Life! By Maurice Ketten TS SEES Nevis Ove Geer Top of FourTH Dec BELow THE SIXTH’ STEAMBOAT ce WANT & CABIN ON THE BOAT THat LEAVES ULL TAKE THAT Bum CABIN vaturaay, ry mone Gea = Q Li THE WATER LING . HT UNDER THI bent "ft e PURPLE STEAMBOAT ca) Only to CTS EY ie York Worse Om By Roy L. McCardell. M* CLARA MUDRIDGE, afi- anced to Mr. Jaok Silver, the Well-to-do bachelor friend of} the Jarre, hed called, Mra. Rangle, leaning out of a front window of her apartments | and getting palp!-| tation of the heart | from watching | the many narrow escapes from death of her chil- dren playing in the street below, saw Miss Mud- ridge en route to meCARDELL Mr. Jarr’s, Leaving her children to their fate, and hurriedly taking « sip of tea to as- suage the trritation of her throat from shouting her pleadings and commands to them, Mra, Rangle called up Mra. Terwilliger and Mrs, Dusenberry, the latter late of Indiana, on the tolephone, “Mra. Jarr expects Clara Mudridgt Mrs, Rangle informed her friends, “1 think we should go over and advise, with the dear girl! | Meanwhile, Clara Mudridge had ar- rived at Mrs, Jarr’ Why, you dreadful girl!” sata Mrs, Jarr, in affected indignation, after kiss- ing her caller, “Where have you been all this time? (All this time was the chronological ; space between yesterday afternoon and this) gractou) “what I have promised dear I the least through " orled Miss Mudridge, been through since 1 ck to be his wife! Had idea of what T was to go with (here Miss Mudridge Where the Money Goes, Weltering days not one-half hour do|*!0 from other parts of Brooklyn; but om Greenpoint, sey get off. Nothing but hard work for ee sme hours ind @ half every day, Then} doctors, éc., tell us what 10 do, eat aod wear, If some of the philanthropists would get together and see that employ-| 1” reply to the q of Samnel Gold- ers gave their help better hours 1 think} smith: “What are the proportional it would be more to the purpose, Tuen| weights of four different Kinds of tea we might possibly have a chance to| worth 40 cents, 45 cents, 60 cents and 7S relax and change our clothes, 1 think | cents @ pound when th that from % to 1 ans 1 to § would be] ninad (in al eaintire: worn i tong enough for factory girls, and 1) pound?" My answer is one-quarter think it i about time Momething wee Merde eta Beanict Oak, * | quarter pound at 40 cents, 10 cents; one- lore About Vacations, ound at 4 cents, 111-4 cents; Se the KAitor of The Breaing World: F pound at @ cents, 15 cents; 4p answer to “Downtown Merchant’! one-quarter pound at 15 cents, Ik jd om his “Queer Vacation Ideas,” 1 wish cents; one pound, 6 cena The Tea Problem, To the Editor of The Brening World grades are o cents a | Fitz—So we returned f,om our trip jto Europe with Just $11.23 left. | Sandy—Yes; and | figure out that If we'd bow: just twice as many souverir postcards we'd be out ex etly $605, | “The directors of that magnificently | Mrs. Jarr Prepares for Role of Cupid’s Guide; Able Assistants ind She Has Severa sighed @ satisfied, happy sigh), I would;rash, you know, he might have de- have been what they might! He is a0] “That's no excuse, my dear sir The Week's Wash Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). “ ELL," remarked the head| promise from the city to pay It $3,500,000 polisher, “they tell us the} a year. m dirt is going to fly on the] “We don't know who ts going to op new subwayslerate the subways, but we aro glad next week.” they are beginning to bulld subways “I rode down-| where the people live. It looked for a town on the old|time as though they were going to subway this)start in Staten Isiand, Westchester, morning,” @ 814° Nassau County and Carnarste and bulld he jaundry men, toward Manhattan.’ ‘and, take it/ from me, the dirt was fying and plenty—in the cars, While di 66 ‘IAT is this plea of ‘nolo con- W tendere’ with which the ‘Wire Trust men beat @ Jail |gentence in the United States Court?’ |asked the head polisher. “If you have done anything and are | afraid of getting pinched,” warned the laundry man, ‘don't you bank any on this ‘nolo contendere’ thing. That plea {s exclusively for gentlemen who are the faithful |affiicted with large sums of money. ‘ta for | Unless you are so afflicted you couldn't get a lawyer to steer the ‘nolo con- tendere’ out of the books. “Supposing you are yanked into the Presence of an august judge charged with atealing a watch, They ask you if you are guilty or not guilty, “But if you have gathered plenty tn business by violating the criminal Anti-Trust law and are yanked into the presence of an ust Judge you plead ‘nolo contendere,’ which means "And when,’ 1 persisted, are those|-; aia and I didn't.’ Of course this fans to be fastened to the wires?’ razzoos the learned judge. ‘T SUMMER,’ said the guard. ‘This plea,’ he says, ‘puzzles muh, Everything i# ‘next’ in the aubway |If you did I can send you to jail. If situation, but nobody can get next tolyou dlan't I can set you free, But a8 it. Here are our wi men of the city administration giving out contracts for | the construction of the Lexington ave- nue subway the plans of whioh have been lying in the Public Servic Commission's palatial offices so long that the moths have invaded them, Ing @ chunk of GESTED Faure out of my ort lamp I got a flash at the roof of the car, A couple of wires dangling from a circular diffugiety attracted my ntion. “Why the cute little wires peeping so coyly from the roof of the car?’ I asked the guard. “Them wires, replied servant of the Interborough, electric fans. equipped and superbly operated rail- road, the B. R, T., which ts noted all over the world for its palatial cars, M8 you say you did and you didn’t and I traine the courtesy of ite servants and [Seance decide whether you are Iving tn the unfat ng nd unflinching eons | the Amirenative or the negative I ehell Reaae ninn amcinece split the difference with you and fine its officers to satisfy the dear public, ° C promised to organize a company \¥0 # thousand bones to operate the new subways, The of- fer been accepted by a majority of the Board of Estimate, With char ic generosity the BOR, TT, n't want much All it wants from the have “G) Agaln. has spn, the head polisher, “that we ar joing to have box- ing under State supervision, said a | ity 1s $3,600,000 a year as dividends on what Mr, Mitchel| ‘Yes," replied the laundry man, “and of the city administration calle ‘old|the samo Legislature that levalizes capital stock.’ The B. 1, T. does not'ten-round slugging majches forbids want @ guarantee, All it wants is @ baseball on gunda, replied Mrs. Jarr, “I have been so afraid that he'd be so rash he might run away, or somethin; “I don't see why! snapped Mise Mudridge sharply. She had tle same fear herself, and didn't lke to be reminded of tt. Mr Jarr was too tactful to but she had succeeded in pointed- |ly reminding Miss Mudridge that the latter mustn't put on any airs with her, |Jack Silver, whom she had helped Mi | Mudridge to hook, was not landed yet “It's the girls! Miss Mudridge went on in placating justification, Just worry me to death! I think they jare dreadfully bold, Thank goodness \T never was forward like that, I know if I had 1 would not have been th jort of girl my dear Jack would have placed his affections upon!” | "Girls nowadays are dreadful! sata Mrs, Jarr, “I don't blame the men for remaining bachelors until they meet with some sweet, old-fashioned girl. Miss Mudrioga_ took the gracious {compliment as meaning Mre, Jarr had | forgiven her fully “They are pretending they are going to give me linen showers and engagt ment teas and all those sort of things, said Miss Mudridge, “but all they want to do is to ask me the most dreadful jana embarrassing questions! “My lttle Emma shall be educated in a convent!” sald the horrified Mrs, Jarr. “I don't want to hear about such girls! What did they ask you “I'd blush to tell you,” girl. 1d the sweet ‘They actually dared, under the of joking, to inquire whether Jack ever tried to kiss moe before we were engaged, And some of them were im- pertinent enough to ask me how did 1 catch him, and what was the best way to make a man propo Dreadful creatures in shocked tones, mother raised ME differen: “Of cour me @ linen shower, I'll have to put up with it,” said Miss Mudridge, “But 1 need advice, you because you bave been Just a per- fect dear to me! I would not have met dear Jack but for you tured him but for me," wi Mrs, Jarr’s thought as Miss Mudridgs in a gush of emotion, embraced and kissed her. “And now I want you to tell me— please do! Something most important, continued Miss Mudridge, calming her- self, “What??— But Mrs. Jarr was never to hear what Miss Mudridge wanted to know, for just then the door bell rang. “It's Mrs. Rangle, the nosey thing! 1 know her ring!” sald Mrs. Jarr testily, ‘And she arose and went to the doo admitting Mrs, Rangle, Mrs, Terwilige: and Mrs, Dusenberry, “why, Clara Mudridge is here!" orted the visitors in a surprised chorus as they came into the front room and bi held the bride-to-be, “Well, we never! Then they all began once, and until the gabble dies down @ Mttle the result of the conference of the powers that followed will not be known, eaid Mrs. Jarr ee TTR Tus ear koe AR “They | to gabble at| | Dearest Sweetheart of Them AN, |i was quickly selzed by Laura, the girl across the aisle. | “| say | “Thank goodness my | if they ARE going to give | myself, and so I came to! TAs Votume Is Affectionately Inscribed to My the Only One Who Hae Not Jilted Me, MY FUTURE WIFB (God Only Knows Who She Is), Flossie must write a composition on “The and here Flossie was v much at sea, But ad read my feverish messages to her, and ared, that they were tairly writ. Why NO. 2—FLOSSIE. LOSSIE owes her place in this volume chiefly to the constancy of my in- fy ¢ Prose Publishing Ox fatuation for her, begine °° Unhe' Naw Hore World. ning when I first met her in my twelfth year untii we parted, when ! Afteen, Besides, she was the only girl I ever loved at schoo! on whom the evperior charms of my twin brother made no impression. But though Flosste did not respond to my brother's approaches it must not be supposed that she was a whit more gracious toward me. I had just slipped Flossie @ billet doux, as I had often done before, all the time observing the caution which such @ desperate deed demanded. In this instance, however, luck Was against me; my note missed Ilossie’s lap and dropped to the floor, where Laura was @ very homely girl, and she had an ugly disposition that sulted her features well. Bho didn't even stop to read the note, but straightway carried her trophy to Prot Knox, who was ovnduoting @ reading lesson on the other side of the room. He confronted me with my note. Did I write it? 1 certainly could not deny it. Not a word more did he say until he reached his desk, when he calmly an- founced to the class that for the rest of the day I would sit with Flossie nn nnn j A Slient Siren and Her Swain. i For a long time afte: thai sy fear were resized ana flossie ignored wm entirely. To be in love is quite as serious a matter to the child of thirteem a! it fs to the man of thirty. ‘The happiness {t brings ts just as rich before, th, pain and grief it sometimes causes 1s just as real and deeply felt as afte adclescenc 80 1 continued to adore my Flosste while 1 deplored her indifference to me, and endeavored to account for it. One day Flossie was in distress. Camel, the Ship of the Desert,” he was not a fool exactly. observed no doudt, though It could not this lovesick suitor, woo w uly of her charms, discuss wita equal skill the good points of a vai ‘over, did she not hold my heart in the hollow of her hand, be overjoyed to have this oppor. tunity of doing her biddin, e not the least doubt of it. How Pleased Arthur would be (1 was Arthur) to receive this litle attention from her! But t happened that Arthur was not tickled a bit It was rather with feelings of contempt that he read hey sho in which she asked him to do her this rreat favor, and thus win her lasting gratitude nd regard, In the ex- tremity of his wounded pride and indignation he penned a wrathful reply to Flossie that ran something like this: “Miss Flo: B— “1 can't remember how long I have loved you, but when I read your note Just now, the first one you have ever been cenerous enous to write mo, T 4 eided that I had loved you long enough. 1 am surprived at you. of you. If every one else knew of this the whole world would be ashamed of you, To think that you could be so deceitful as to stand up defore your olass- mates and read a composition as your own that some one else had written for you! Don't ever mention my name In your conversation, and as far as possible keep out of my sight or I may be tempted to do you an injury. Farewell from one you have deeply wronged. ARTHUR G—" { A Good Resolve and What Happened to I { After I had read and folded, then unfolded and reread with great satisfac tion this vindictive epistle, 1 went to bed, All night I dreamed of Flossie and a camel. The next morning I put away the sulphurous message which I had indited the evening before and hastily scribbled this: “My Dearest Flossie: “1 am so glad you came to me for the favor which you ask in your little note that !s how my dearest possession. It 1s hard for some people to write a composition, While to others it comes natural. 1 shall certainly get right to work on ‘The Camel,’ and I do hope that you will be pleased with the result. Please do not hesitate to como to me again when you are in the least difficulty, for it makes me so happy to do anything at all for you. Devoteaty yours, ARTHUR, I don't remember just what I said about the camel, Precious little I knew about the creature, and I dare say it was as neat a bit of nature faking as was ever penned. But Floswie didn’t know the ence, She read it before the class with admirable sang-frold, and only we two ever knew who was the author. After that Flossie treated me with more consideration; she often spoke to me, and sometimes she even smiled at me in her most charming style How things might have turned out eventually heaven only knows, for a ghort tims afterward my father, who was a Methodist mt dea}, had to move to another town, and I saw 1 A few months ago 1 had a short letter from her In whic! that she 1s married to a farmer in comfortable olrcumstances near Oklahoma Qty. It 1s in the new and delightful role of devoted mother that she writes, and she is at much pains to describe to me what a dear Iittle baby boy she has. how bright and clever he is, and she has named him—Arthur, (To Bo Continued.) 2-2 I am ashamed I am tnformea Some Spook Stories By David A. Curtis, Copsright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The ol more water, I took a gardening ‘901 and began digging under the rock. ‘Suddenly a loud voice said, hastily and abruptly, ‘Go away!’ 1 looked up but could see no one, Then seeing that I was in real danger, I withdrew, great- ly frightened, and taking @ last look at the rock as I went away. “It was then 6 o'clock, and at 8.80, happening of halt}when the keeper returned, the super> @ dozen :ears be- |mass had fallen in, Falling at first on fore which had litself, it turned half around to pricl; come to the notice If sidewise when an acotdent o! of tain savant®)the soll stopped it in its course, If I in Paris engaged had remained at work I would undoubt- py oa) Fe" edly have been crushed, search. He wro! “At the present time (18) “In 13 I had discovered by somnAaM- |t) mafestically seated under py bulism a spring of water at the top of) moug grotto which I raised on the very & hillock on my lands, half @ league! spot where it once was. There, et!!! from Niort, As water 1s very valuable /prouq and haughty, # preserves its here 1 was trying to discover more |threatening alr, but insoribed en its when @ stream was asignalized to me |tront are the words of my wood angel: which was supposed to run under &| + +Go away! . large rock scarcsly visible on the sur- J Lia ASRS face of the soll, Vine orecle toll me to have the rock| Where Bluebeard Lived, removed and under the base I would —_ find another pretty little fountain, I} ordered this to “e done, elthough my gardener, Martin Grissan, declared it was folly to look for water at the crest of @ hillock which looks over the river almost perpendicularly at a height of forty or fifty feet. His reasons seemed good, but I insisted and was entirely successful In finding the water, When tho rock was stripped at the base, it remained half suspended awalt- ing the brickwor which was to secure it. Operations wore delayed because of bad weather, and T visited the place on a Sunday afternoon, Hoping to find jow York World), No, 1—Saved by a Mysterious Warning. N January, 1849, M. J. B. Borreau, a landowner in Niort, France, made affidavit” to an extraordinary OST of our readers have heard ot Bluebeard, the enterprising gen- tleman who made a hobby of marriage and had @ way of his own for getting rid of superfuous wives. Prob. ably very few people, however, know that the story has any sort of basis in fact, Yot on the banks of the world. famous Bosporus, nm Constantinople, there is situated a pleturesque old my. Ateval fortress known Bluebeard’'s castle, and which ts sald to have been the of a terrible old pasha irhosy Playful Little ways gave rise to the story, Wide World Magazine,