The evening world. Newspaper, August 16, 1911, Page 12

| | Che J eae Pavtahed Pally Except Sunday py, the Proas Publishing Company, Nos. 88 to 63 Parl Pree, aud Troan, S9OSLPL PULITZER Sunlor, Be-'y. § ’ ae, ‘ o 22 y . eye Se GEM Row: ccc t 63 Park Row. jo t New York Second-Ch Matter, entered 6 theo othe venting ‘For een HY Reeueet at iY un torpal ori id Uensde Postal Union. + 90.75 ' $3.50/ One Year.. . 90.75 :30| One Month See aria: VOLUME 382.. "THE PROBLEM OF PETS. LMOST daily letters of appeal in behalf of cats and dogs left to atarve in the streets while their owners are off on vacation are received by The Evening World. That represents one extreme. A prominent Phila- delphia attorney the other day had a costly funeral for his pet Angora cat, and the animal was interred in state in a private burying-ground. That is the opposite extreme. Between the two lies the real problem of what is the right and practicable thing to do with the pets made dependent and helpless by our very care, when for any Teason that care has to be interrupted, or to cease. A suggestion comes, in The Sphere, from a London suburb where this useful idea has been put into practice: Holiday-makers can either leave their little friends at yards specially equipped for their care, or have the caretaker come to the house every day while the people are out of town and see that dogs, cats, birds, fishes and other fluffy, feathery or scaly things get what is properly coming to them. A small charge is made in addition to what the foodstuffs cost, and sometimes the service is extended so as to take in watering the ger- aniums and clipping the privet hedge. Such an arrangement would be a double boon here, and no valid reason suggests itself why something of the kind should not be started by the co-operation of societies which occupy themselves re- spectively with providing food or chloroform for animals and em- ployment for men | «NO, 18,25%. ego OUR POLITICAL KINDERGARTEN. TT" son of a Roumanian statesman, who intends taking up his father’s career, has come here to study our politics, In his country, at present, the ultra-conservatives are on top, but their government is not popular, and the democrats and liberals hope are long to work the recall on them. Then there may be something Joing in Bucharest for which New York can possibly supply useful precedents. Right you are, Stefan. All the fifty-seven varieties are kept con- stantly on tap. “Roumania has been a purely agricultural country until very re- santly, but the discovery of oil twelve or fifteen years ago has made fortunes for many and a surprisingly large number of factories are deing built.” Some few pointers about oil may be picked up here, too, if the tisitor keeps his eyes open. —— THE, COMPLETE SUFFRAGETTE. KANSAS CITY, Aug. 14.—Miss Emma Hall, founder, owner and promoter of the "Suffragette Retreat,” was at the Union Depot this morning. "I am Just on’ the way to (ake possession,” Miss Hall said. “You see, there are a lot of women who could really do things worth while, write books, plays and the Ike, if they only were away from the patronage of men. In two months every one ‘on the place will be able to cut wood, plow and swear, I am going to suggest that they cultivate the use of the word damn, I b Meve that some expletive while doing heavy work is almost neces- sary as a safoty valve.”—News despatch, ERE is a suffragette retreat that will be dificult to beat. Ac- H cording to Miss Emma Hall, they'll have no use for men at all, Unheeding jest and innuendo, they'll do themselves all things that men do. On principle, they will not shirk even respon- ‘ibility and work. They will chop wood, write books and plays, improve themselves fh various ways, wear overalls, and cut their hair, and-here’s the imit—learn to swear! Miss Hall says: “I distinctly am in favor of our using ——, Phat expletive, as I should judge, is better than ‘Oh, pshaw!’ or Fudge!’ Men use real oaths, and not the sham—so why deprive tur sex of ‘——’ ?” Letters From the People Meek New Yorkers, sh te the Editor The Evening Worl! |par We New Yorkers are the meoekest | toa cn, eople on earth. The subway is broil- | fg hot in summer and 1s overcrowded |g, 1. yy i i pit he Editor of The Evening World M year, We kicked. The kick w Here's « game—written ur youre ago, and did no good. So we meekly |t think—that may amuee readers. It ts Adure, A hundred other inconveniences | catied ‘Razor Golf" The iter 4 nd annoyances constantly come up that | lea is to *, \aee in how few razor strops a man can éould be endured in no other city. We | give iimself a clean ahave This applies to employe: to husbands and wives, and to R. K. sor Golf,” shine. The whine te not regarded. 80) 1 44) = I can shave gear Why shourdn't we get it in | aes if ove in spishty-one strops, But he neck on all sides? Any one who |’) “0! . can do it in sixty-four. Who wil) meekly bear il] treatment gets equal this record? Try {t, men, snd we do. We boost of jand write your sco forkers. Luckler people from better | P, CLAIVERES, Wyckoff, N, J, quipped cities hear us and grin They |. Naya No. now. OSIRIS, | 79 the Editor of The Evening W ‘ Is there an Edison » Employers’ Higher Duttes, ey © the Baitor of The Evening World “ I read a good letter recently on cranky |», mployers and on the injustice and) ruelty of th Touches upon the luctless subordinates the Editor of Th Having read the sta by nt about bell- inkerton in @ visiting their personal |} 4.4 Willlam A, ¥ recent Sunday World, I would state mo could not retaliate, That letter! that ¢ ie h git ta ce ee hould be read by every business boss) what GAY OP Guus are ar, America, I belleve on the Judgment | pienty of bellboys who are strictly ‘ay we shall all of us have to glve!honest and who deserve better tre 2 account fer our treatment of those ment than they receive, In tho first ho depended on us for their living Place their ralaries very small * for their happin it ane t hey selfare. Providence makes us respons- | 4744 in many cases if late for : nie for those placed bypeath our aus | such thin Per ge ee A ARS portty. And woe to if we can- very jrroule be @ change for the better, BELLS (ot give @ good account of our eteward- to) a oe RRA AR A AAARAARARAA! St. George #% # % Re Pl e. OU can't expect the Heart to Sing Y when the Rest of you 1s Out of Tune! ‘The Fetters of Failure often are Made of Straw: The ‘Perhaps’ Man rarely) Gets into _Propinquity with Prosperity! A Bwitoh in Time Flags the Repine! — There's a Lot of ULLEN Fatuous Froth on the Beery Bran4 of Reform! Self-Preservation 1s the First Law of Nature, but too many Incompetents and Inconsequents are Working at it! | 2 Broke—but that wae anne Copyright, 7011, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), ‘We used to Think it a Disgrace to be fore we Ao quired the Habit! It Takes some af us @ Heap of Years to Find Out that Happiness {s Normal and that Depression denotes Disease! Peasimiam ig Defective Mental Me- taboliam! The “Abused” Man Always has As- gmatism of the Mental Bye! ‘The Failure who Whimpers tha: he ‘was ‘Born Wrong’ thereby Furnishes Infallible Evidence that he Was! Some of our Resolutions ‘have about as Much Chance as a Plaster-of-Paris Image on a Wabbly Pedestal! Tt isn’t Hard to Discourage a Man who's Always Searching for Symp- toms! — Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), v ‘Lb as he tilted RY time I read ‘bout them navy fellers shootin’ holes in the ocean or spilin’ God's natchrul scenery, remarked old Jim Burton, his chair back against the clapboarded front of Wilcox's General Store, “I'm @orry Hank Stevens ain't here to show ‘em what @ gun kin do under the right sort of training. “Hank Who?" inquired Lem Hanw- Kine, steadying himself against the rickety corner post of the stoop. “Stevens—Hank Stevens,” repeated Jim Burton, ‘You've all heerd of him, t you?" Stranger (o me." responded 1 Watk- shying @ stick at Wilcox's yellow Jess yuh must have hed yer ears stopped up fer @ pretty long spell all through war time most Mkely, | served Jim Burton with mild scorn, | "Was he a heero?* drawled Lem | Hawkins, willing to go to any mental Jexertion to bring out a yarn “Not a reg’lar one in a taney, uny- form and with a band playin’ every time he come out for alr," was the re- ply, “but Hank was @ real wonder and no mistake “Wrat kind of a wonder?” put In St Walker, straightening up creakingly jootin’ kind," answered Jim Burton “I've allus said that shootin’ was born jin Hank, Jos’ ike seven-up or writin | po'try in some other folks, Hank sure could ehoot!"* | oot What? interposed Lem Haw {Sine | “Cannons,” answered Jim Burton em was his game, He Well a }eannon a mile off any day jf it was 4 clear day. But the weather had to be right, The trouble was, y' understan’, that Hank couldn't see a shot comin’ on a dull day, and ¢ [have no clue to foll bein’ @ constant hull Confederate army.” equently dida’t That was the only thing that stood in the way of his an’ menace to the Jim Burton’s “Real Wonder Trouble hesitates to Tap the Shoulder of the Well-Potsed Man! The Boss always knows fust What to Do with the Man for whom Work is a Mere Passing Fancy! Troudle, Uke a Dog that Ohases a Cat, te Lhabdle to Pull Up Suddenly 4f you Turn on Mm and Stand Per fectly Stir ‘The Paricr Pessiist te a Dandy Lit- tle Demolisher, but he never Butlds Anything! Some of us Magnify a Catepaw of Adverse Wind into a Catastrophic Cy- clone! ‘The “Gambling Chance that “They” tell us to Take generally figures about 1,000 to 1! The Double Life may Sound AMuring in the Pages of a Novel—but Walt Till you Try to Lead It! Another of our Little Ways of Dodg- ing the Issue ts to Whine thet we're “Too Highly Organized!" Another Addition to our Invertebrate Class ts the Man who Grows Emotion- Our Idea of the Pitiable Stuff is the Man who Makes « Promise to Himself with @ Mental Reservation! ‘The world ‘en't Interested tn our Woes unless we Pull a Peouliarly Pic- turesque Suicide—and then generally it Merely Glances at the Head-Lines! The Road to Ruin ts the Best Tlumi- nated Thoroughfare we ever Took a Few Steps On! G1 Walker took a long, slanting look at the speaker, but said nothing. “No, Jim Burton went on, “Hank wan't no spectal good without the eun shinin’, but on @ clear day he could see the finish of any cannon within range. He belonged to a battery, but he worked wort o' spectal by hisself with a pet field gun of his that he'd captured tn Ma firet ecrimmages. ‘That gun got so Tusty ‘fore long thet the boys niok- named her Freckles, but inside she was ae clean as @ whistle and allus ready for business. Hank was eo fond of her that on dull days when he couldn't ® ball comin’ more’n a few yards off he used to feed her scraps of powder and things to keep ler spirits up. Thay was very close ind intimate like, them tw “Hank must ‘a’ been a heap sight amarter than his gun if he could see @ cannon ball comin’,” reflected St Walker. “Kerrect,” agsented Jim Barnes, “It was Hank's eye kind of blue done the trick, n sh and yellow: ish eye that looked Like a glass agate when the sun hit it, Nobody could ex- plain it, an’ Hank never tried to.”” “I'm waitin’ to hear yuh explain how was Lem Haewk- “I was Jest gittin’ to that,” finished Jim Burton, “It wae the simplest thing in the world, simple for Hank, I mean. Ho'd git old Frecktes all wadded up an’ primed and then set there waitin’ for one of the enemy's cannons to open {ts mouth. The minute Hank seen the puff of smoke he eomehow or other, with that anaky eye of his, got a line on the cannon ball. He could tell Jest what course ® waa takin’ by equintin’ over the field, To look at him yuh'd never guess what he was up to, An’ he took it very easy like, I was in eighteen or twenty battles with Hank, an’ I never seen him git in @ hurry once, He'd allus wait, till he got that cannon ball where he wanted it an’ then he'd Nght out after it with Freckles.” ‘Sounds reasonable,” allowed Jem Hawkins. | "'Twas reasonable enough, mebbe, a trifle sclentifick, too. |@ treat to see Hank Stevens work, H | shoot cannon ball on the fly withou winkin’ a eyelash, but mind yuh, he idn't shoot to kill Jest there. What he | was after was the carmon Itself, He'd ‘cept, | It was 1 ‘loved to see !t—we found the poor comin’ his way,/80 as to turn It off an’ make it harmless, Then his ball would follow the alr channel made by ‘tother les nip the ball on one side as it was Frockles's ball would go straight along lke @ follow shot in @ pool game till it Smashed the cannon right in the mouth nd sent the pleces flyin’, ‘Did it ever go wrong?” inquired S! Walker, “Only on very windy days, some- times," replied Jim Burton. “If the air wae right, Hank was right, He cou'én't miss. As I eed before, ne was a real wonder. There ain't no record in his- tory or any place, #0 far as I know, anything ke I've heerd that Hank figured § all out by hisself, sed, he didn't git no fu'ther than kiss- in’ off the other cannonball like he wa playin’ billiards in the but after a Ittle practise he got so he could send ® ball straight through to the end of the Mne and knock the daylights out of @ cannon, That's where his epecial valoo to hs country come tn, When he died he had busted up more'n five hundred cannons by shootin’ 'em that kins, in @ solicitous tone. "No," anewered Jim Burton, a note of sadness in his voice. “Hank died of @ broken heart. One day when he was sick or sumthin,’ a gatoot that had fest joined the battery took tt into nis fool head to clean up Freckles. When he got through with the Jab she shined so that Hank couldn't bear to see her polish that {t rooined I tance eye. He couldn't proper, munition like, long-dis: right he give up an’ There ar'n't much more to tell, it's almost more'n my heart kin stand to tell it even now, after all those years. One mornin'—the sun was hining, I remember, just as Hank uss deader'n a layin’ under his busted shell,” gun, “What become of the gun?” asked si | Walker. “We buried Freckles with \,"" sighed Jim Burton. “Seemed like they @ught to be together.” Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, August 16 By Rolf Pielke’ At first, so they * ‘Was he shot?" inquired Lem Haw- | Fact 1s, she had such a high | her! and after wastin’ a lot of am-| pined away | Coprrtght, 1911, by The Pree Publishing Ov, (The New York World), NO. 19—" The Fool’s Revenge.’ ERTUCCIO, the hunchback, was court jester to Munfred!, Duke ot Faenza, He was hideous of form and face; end his soul was as ugly and distorted as his body, In earlier days Bertuceio hed had @ beautiful wife whom he | dearly loved. His wife had been kidnapped by Guido Malatesta, a powerful noble, and had died of ¢rief at separation ¢rom her husband, Bertuccié had placed his little daughter, Fiordelisa, in @ convent.end had consecrated his whole future life to revenge. He sought service as jester in the Faensa court. His titing wit and his Genius for evil made him @ ¢avorite with the dissolute Duke, Manfredi. But, (because of ill treatment received at court, Bertuccio learned to hate the Duke almost as Ditterly as he hated Malatesta. He patiently waited bis chance for double vengeance. At last that chance came. The Duke's wife was furiously jealous of her gay husband. Bertuccio confided to her that the Duke was in love with Malatesta’s fair young wife, Gtnevra. ‘The Duchess vowed to kill them both. Not satisfied with this plan of revenge Bertuccio urged the Duke ¢o kidnap Ginevra from her husband's patace; hoping thus to repay Malatesta for the seams crime against himecif. Bertuocio's daughter, Fiordelies, had grown to ‘womanhood. The jester kept her close hidden tn his own house, fer from the court's evil atmosphere. She was | the one good influence in all his wicked life; the only link that bound him ¢o his Dlameless happy past. He adored her. But the Duke had learned about Fiordcitea’s sheltered tife in Faenze, It @eemed to htm a fine joke to carry her away and thus rob Bertuccio of his care- fully guarded treasure, Aquilia, a young poet who loved Fiortelisa, heard the A Plot Within a Plot | Duke's plot and came to war the girl Under Aquilla's escort she fled for | Protection to Ginevra Malatesta, who had once before protected her. Arrived at the Malatesta palace they found that Ginevra had departed for her husband's country estate, But Malatesta himself was at home and he accorded Flordelisn a | Courteous weloome; offering her his wife's apartments and the attendanos of his wife's gervants. Bertuocio, who knew nothing of this change of plan, came to Malatasta’s home | that night with the Duke and several courtiers to steal Ginevra. He held the | ladder while the Duke and the rest climbed to the room where Flordelisa lay | sleeping. They threw a clonk over her head and bore her away to th * palace Stil certain that it was Ginevra who had been kidnapped, Bertuccto hurried to the Duchess with the story, muttering as he went: “Now, Malatesta, learn what it is to wake and find her gone thet was the | Pride and Joy of your dim eyes; the comfort of your age. The hunger of the soul, the long dark days, the miseratie nighte—these you gave ME. I give them back,’ to you. My day has come!” Fiordelisa had fainted when she was seized and borne off by the Duke. @he ‘was carried to a banquet hall where the Duke and several of hie friends were gathered. The Duke had ordered a feast prepared, hoping that under the influence of food and drink Fiordelisa might forget her fear. The Duchess, learning of Fiordelisn’s presence there (and believing she was Ginevra) had the wine for ¢hu Danquet poleoned. Then she waited outside the room to learn tne effect of her Bertucalo, thriffing with gratified malice at having punished Matatesta and the Duke, waited with the Duchess, Then, from Aquille, he discovered that tt was his own daughter, and not Genivra, who was in the banquet hall His vengeance had recotled upon his own head. He hed unwittingly brought Fiordelisa into the Duke'e power. And, by inciting ¢he Duchess's Jealousy, he had caused poisoned wine to be set before tho girl. Insane with fear, he tried every ruse to @ain access to the room in time to eave her. Barred out, he beat upon the doors, shrieking: “Come forth! All your lives hang by a thread! Your wine 1s potsoned!” There was a commotion from within the hell. The doors were flung open. There, #tone dead, the Duke sprawied in his chair, Fiordelisa lay on the floor senseless. Not knowing she was merely tn @ swoon and had not touched the Polsoned wine, Bertuccio flung himself upon hia knees beside her, sobbing: “Dead! Dead! Gone to thy last acoount, ell sinless ee thou wert! My foot's Tevenge ends but in this!” The girl, slowly recovering from the ewoon, opened her eyes, and saw her father bending above her. In the joyous reaction from heartbreak, the jester caught Fiordelisa in his arms and excia!med: “Vengeance is not ma: pray for me! The Day’s Good Stories Too We'ghty. Acme of Laziness. P grams to me,” aid GAP HAT to certainly the lasiert | Sa ee ee eee Tee 914 fox hunter ee Ikrocking nearly” all the’ romance. and hound that eat far down the toad bow imagination out of life when we commercialise marriage—for that’s about what we are doing. I {ike the good old. way of courting, the way that | was the classy thing when Knights were bold. I Mke the idea of galloping across the drawbridge and matching the girl of my heart and putting her on the sad before me and galloping away Uke mad! Wouldn't that suit yout’ wouldn't," rep the other mas. my heart weighs 300 pounds,” “Your Wine le Poteoned!” Attribute, but Heaven's! I have usurped ft Oh, | fog until tt made the echowe ring. “Why, ttle store, rain ran over and he fo atttieg at lary to get off. That's rt of" tobace in the road thirty fee he's howling," and he ehot killed a fiy No, ft ‘The girl of The May Manton Fashions | RETTY ne; gees euch as this one al- are in de- In the Mius- tration a dainty dotted = musiin ts trimmed with and ing and lace frills, but the model can be utilized for al scasonable mater- ) the many thin silks as well a: Washable, ones while challies an, albatross ere a nirad) The sleeves ere cut one with the main portions. 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