The evening world. Newspaper, August 21, 1911, Page 10

The Evening World Dail M Monday, August 21 -— Cre Seber aatorio. Peas Dally Except br,the Brows Bu ishing Company, Noe, 68 00 {t Ror iw Yor! AmO00 SHAM Bow: endear “Sos PURE hae oem os and oar. VOLUME 52....0006 ceeceeeeee seceecsceeeeeeNO, 18,262, oath; FIGURES AND SCHEMES. TATISTICS furnished by the Public Ser- vice Commission show that during the first three months of the current year the eub- way, elevated and surface railroads of New York City carried 388,297,792 passengers, who paid $19,261,651.26 in fares. Adver tising and other receipts brought the total for the ninety-one days up to $20,292,730, Here is the equivalent of more than three times the entire nation’s population, in « parted of three months, paying the fares and putting up with the con- ditions of New York's transit system, and learning by hard experience, We wonder that public interest, amounting even to anxicty, is shown fa the proceedings and manifestations of the companies. Bimultaneously there comes up for discussion that little matter @ @ansfere, as ordered by the Public Service Commission on July 14, The companies think that by the middle of September they will be ready to try an eight and ten cent rate transfer system on the public, But the only present certainty ie that there will be justi- fiable opposition. This eight end ten cent scheme has already been tried and con- @enmed on the Fifty-ninth street line. The companies are always Matter. Continent trying schemes to make people pay twice for a single trip. Why den’t they, just for a change, try giving fair accommodation at live- and-let-live rates? ep HOT AIR. HIS fe the season of the year when the woods are full of fledgling college gradu- ates looking for jobs. The average com- mon echool taught young man who has worked himself up in hie business, trade or profession is too apt to look with supersti- tious awe upon these diploma men, as un- duly favored rivals, In reality, they are too often handicapped with « lot of showy but unsubstantial notions that will have to be unlearned and forgotten before the graduate can do anything at all in practical life. Here is a sample of the send-off which Dr. David Starr Jordan, President of Leland Stanford University, recently gave to the grad- wating class of 1911: “You will hear men say, ‘The rich man must know how the lives, elee humanity camact keep together. But you are poor rich tm the detter commodities of will and Ae Tigmarole was about? all good Doctor was simply delivering a little discourse from the MYSTERIOUS POWER. UR Central American contemporaries give sensational accounts of the doings of a Dr. Jimines, who came unofficially to San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica, from some town not specified. Dr. Jiminez seems to exer- cise @ mysterious power over the wills of other men by which he can meke them do almost anything ho likes, He summons prominent officials to all sorts of unlikely meetings, and they have ‘He makes en ignorant laborer sit down at tho piano and Yke e Paderewski He calls upon persons who are men- tally and physically incompetent to do this and that, and thoy peemptly qualify for responsible and peying jobs. ‘Yea, # fe wonderful, but not unprecedented. All of the Costa Dess’s stants have been done time and again, here and at Al- bang, by our own Dz. Carlos Francisco Murphy. mm Asay Arithmetic Book. Wants to Be a West Pointer, To the Biter of The Broning World: Where ‘De the Baitor of The Brening World @an I fing en explanation of/ I am a young man eighteen yeare of ow (@ compute simple interest? Age and desire to join the Wem Point B. ¥. FR |oadeta To whom must 1 write in or- Automedtie Hishspa der to get the necessary information To the Biter af The Brening World: ae to how to Join the cadets? Cam any one inferm me why the mere A RPADPR. setter of Killing of injuring people day| Consult World Almanac or write to {tap Gay by auton seeme to pase as ® Buperintendent of West Point Military \ubter of fact, yet when some ghild hap-|Anrdemy. For appointment to the yened to be killed on Death avenue (90 | Academy apply to your Congrovsman, atled) every one ie exalted over it? I A Bridge Car Kick, dnl {f people would regard the care | 7 the Rditor The Hrening World: 1 read and have also seen the en- forcement of the new rule having ladies enter the care first at the Manhattan ide of the Brooklyn Bridge during tho rush houre and get » | the man take what stand, In the firet mess of Auto# and drivers in the same voportion as the Death avenue mishaps | In no other | 00 Buh | ard for | jaw and fife avin this one, Heavy Snes 4nd fat! are the proper aure, aw, Beets a “Yaaished” Town, are “oar hogs,’ Then again, it insin- Uates that women are the weaker sex, whioh ts « County, Mew Jersey, between Rat jater, a mn the map? ‘would ithe peadess to discuss this, 6, Tonner, ' and then have te are left—or If it ever exieted o8see are hard workers of all trades of th and if it pever em | Why not give beth sexes @ chance? I + Copyright, 1911, The Preew Pubtishing Co. (The New York World) By Roy L. McCardell. LARA MUDRIDGE that was (but C now Mr. Jarr’s boss's bride) drove wp grandly in a taxicab to the Jarr domicile, She carried a large Douquet of roses and over her shoulder the silk- en cords of one of the new style handbags that are so wom by young women who have handbags in the mode, the cord or straps to them be- ing too long to be ROY Db carried tn the MECARDELD and without doubling. Mrs. Smith—(we have been hokiing out the dreadful secret as long as it ponst- bly oou'> be done, but that was now her name)—had @ lingerle bonnet that cost more money than Mr. Jarr got in In the Tall POP SHORTS SAYS!— STELLA HIGHNOTE QuiT THE OPERA TROUPE CAUSE THEY DIDN'T FURNISH ENOUGH CLOTHES TO GO HALF WAY AROUND AND SHE WUZ AWFUL AFRAID OF RHEUMATISM, rd diow to the “oause” ‘ ‘The ladies using the Brooklyn Bridge and Hightstown, called “Spring | @ often stenographers or olerke, whose Ht appears on maps in the Wor’ bourse are shorter than many @f 18% and in encyciopacdian of en's, While the men in nearty all Lou pesane @ month. She jangled from a gold ring @ vast collection of gilt and jewelled Junk in the shape of vanity! boxes, lorgnettes, pencils, tablets, and smelling bottles. Diamonds gleamed in the ears of Miss Mudridge that was, opulence was in her very glide. “Why, Clara! Is it you?” cried Mra, Jarr, as though, for a moment, she !m- agined it was old Mrs. Dusenberry. “How fine you are looking!” “Just dashed in for a moment,” chat- tered the new Mrs, Smith, after Mrs. Jarr had given her a kiss on the cheek to see whether the glow there was rouge or excitement, ‘Pettie is so anx- fous to get away for a few days!" “Pottie?” asked Mrs. Jarr. ‘Who's Pettie?” anion ANDA (Joyously)—Julta-a-at Julla (rather reluctantly)— Say, ef yo' all call me ‘way frum dis y’here batter again, dis cake'll be a doggone fizzle! Manda (raptly enthustastic)—Say, I got somethin’ fer yuh tuh read, honey. Julia (4iscouragingly)—-Readt? Huh) What's yuh got tuh read? Manda (trtumphantly)—A lettah! Julta (coldly)—A lettah? Frum who?/} Manda Moree. Julie—Fer de land's sake, what's dat man writin’ tuh yuh fer? Manda (meekly)—I don' know. 1, can't read. Will yuh read it fer me? Julla (wiping her floury hands on her hair)—Oh, all right, Send it up. (The valued note 1» eemt up.) Manda—Bo eure yuh read i right now, honey. Julla—Oh, fus' leave it tuh me, I'm a fust class readerer, I am. (Reads.) “Deah Miss Johnson: Bf yuh ain't got nothin’ tuh do ‘Thursday night, I guess it would be nice tuh go tuh Coney Island wid me on de boat. Ef yuh got @ lady an’ & gen'man frien’ tuh take ‘long, too, It would be all right, Write me a postcard ‘bout it. Jim Morse.” Manda (hopping with joy)—Lawdy! Lawdy! Dat's some invite, ain't it? What yo ell 'viee me tuh wear? | Julie (#lowly)—Yuh ain't goin’ ‘lene, fe yuh? | Manda—Sure! Why not? Julia (eparring)—Well, (shyly)—I guess frum Jim dere's many | reasons, Manda—'tain't proper, fust. Manda—Proper, yuh granny! Julia (oraftily)—But det ein't de real reason, honey. Manda (ourtous)—Well, whet ts? Julia—Yuh know yuh ain't ver’ wise, know de Coney ha onile, an' yuh don’ t, "Oause dat don’ en’ den when yuh ot down Dumbwaiter Dialogues —— By Alma Woodward —— “Why, my dear angel husband, of course!’ eried the bride. “Look here, Clara Mudridge Smith,” cried Mra. Jarr, ‘Don't you come here to me with that—what is it Mr. Jarr calls t?—3s, ‘bunker’—don't you come here to me with that ‘bunker!’ ‘Pettie: ‘Angel husband!’ I know that old dod of @ husband of yours He's bald as a As for being an angel, tell that to me after he's dead and has left you all his money’ “Oh, please, Mra. Jarg, don’t talk that }forever, way!" oried the bride, mustn't!" ‘Well, don't put on any of those gushy airs with me, then!’ said Mrs. Jarr, ortty. For, now that she had the bride alona, “Really, you Coprright, 1911, by The Pres Publishing Co, ‘The New York World), treat yuh tuh a hot dow or a union @an'wich, an’ dat's all! \ Manda (eager for information)—Well, what c’n yuh do ‘sides dat? | Julfa—Jus' yuh take ME ‘long, | woman. PM make dat man cough up his crap money faster’n he raked it in! Manda—Nuthin’ doin’! | Julia (persuasively)—Didn* he say bring ‘long @ lady frien’? Manda-—AN" a gen'man. Julia (hopefully)—Well, maybe In | meet a gen'man frien’ down dera Manda—Nuthin’ doin’! |me ‘long, woman. I'm de gran’est leg! | puller yuh eber seen! I bet dere won't | |'be no dance hall nor no funny bump | thing 4at we all won't try, take tt frum me! Manda (with an air of finality’ Nuthin’ doin'! I don’ trus’ no female. Yo’ all ‘ll go an’ grab mah sof enap | frum me, I know! Julla (seeing the cause ts lost)—Df | yuh can't read, how d’ yo’ all know de |lettan's fer yuh? | Manda—De elevator boy give it tuh e. | Jutta (vindictively)—Wall, ain't MAH |name Johnson, too? It's ‘dressed tuh Misa Johnson I bet. Manda (strenuously)-No tt | Dere'a somethin’ ‘fore Johnson. let de janitor read it, he o'n tell, Julia (beaten, but not willing to give in)—-Ask him, ask him! Golly, great stuff dat, Git @ janitor tuh read yer lub lettahs! Huh! Janitor (suddeniy)—Manda! Mande—Ya-ae? Janitor~That man Morse give me & message fer yo. Manda (expectantiy)—Ya-ae? Janitor—e eaye he's just hit on « ain't. mm! | Julia (waxing earnest)—Ef yuh want! y, Why Not This Way? By Rolf Pielke Wise Mrs. Jarr Tries to Explain to a Bride That All Husbands Are Angels--but Only to Their Widows; | “ks she was determined to make her know her place, the place that Mrs. Jarr had put her tn. Mrs. Smith that was, Clara Muuridge that used to be, surrendered gracefully. “What do you hear of Jack—I mean Mr. Silver?” she whispered, eagerly. “You never mind Mr. Silver! A nice way you treated that poor young man! Suppose he had destroyed himself?" re- plied Mrs. Jarr. “Ah, I must put him out of my mind mow that I am Anothor'’s Bride!” said Mrs. Smith, with a genteel shudder. “And yet—and yet"— “And yet you'd better have some sense,” suggested Mrs. Jarr, grimly. ‘This brief but far from lucid dialogue meant this: First, that Clara Mudridge, ‘that used to be, and Mrs, Smith, that waa now, wasn't to put on any of her airs with Mre. Jarr. Furthermore, as the young wife of Mr. Jarr’s boss, she was to advance the for- tunes of the Jarr family av rapidly es she could. On the other hand, for all this Mrs. Jerr was to bear testimony upon all Proper occasions that Clara Mudridge, that was, had been a cruel coquette and had thrown over the devoted bachelor, k Silver, to marry the wealthy mid- dle-aged man who had become infatu- ated with her in a night. ‘That Mr. Silver had been the elusive party im the three-sided romance was never to be hinted. “You are happy, then, my dear, even though he 1s ol4 enough to be your father?” asked Mrs. Jarr, after a mo- ment’s thought on both sides to real- ise their mental agreement and under- standing. “Oh, Jay i# devotion itself!" said the ‘bride, rapturously. And she took off her glove that Mrs. twinkle, and model drees that Mra. Jarr might see all her glory and be humble in the re- folgence of it. But Mra. Jarr wasn't humbled a bit. “So his first name is Ja; And he sure IS one, an old one! she an- ewered. “I knew the initial was ‘J,’ but I thought it was just standing for ‘John'—John Smith, you know—for, real- ty, 1t ts BO common! “Hie name ts Jabez, old-fashioned but \mweet. But I generally call hm Jay-, pirdte,"" confessed the bride. “Well, I'm glad you are settled so well, at last, Clara,” said Mrs. Jarr, Teallzing !t was no use commenting on this and stirring up trouble, “Ile isn't ae young or as good lookin, Jack Gilver, but he's got more money—much more—and that's all girls seem to want these days, I guess you know how to manage him, You look as though you |do, And sometimes they are stingy. Gti, you can twit him about the other man you might have had, you know. He's dreadfully jealous of the name of Jack Gliver, tent het” “Why, no, end ite the strangest hing," waid the bride, ‘But he's crasy wild, insanely jealous of Mr, Jarr.” @well yaller gal down Ge street and all dete te off! nothin’, Well, de lottah WUE ‘ireseed (uh me, Ate," De wean'y fe nem, wemeat “What! orled Mre. Jarr, “Of my "Fou aald none of pie ize snede an ve gstagt” iy Copyright, 1911, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World), No, 21—W. S. Gilbert’s PYGMALION AND GALATEA GMALION, the great Athenian sculptor, used for a model his pretty wife Cynisca. The couple loved each other dearly, in epite of Cynisca’s fits of jealousy, and had lived together for ten beppy years, At the time of their marriage the goddess Diana had ordaipeds “Whichever of you shall be false to the vow of perfect conjugal fidelity, the wronged one shall have the power to call down blindness on the back slider. And sightless shall the truant mate remain until expressly pardoned | by the other.’ | The warning had troubled neither of them, for they could not imagine | such @ possibility as Diana had suggested. Pygmalion had been toiling on a wondrous statue of “Galatea.” It was his masterpiece. On the day it was at last finished, Cynisca left home for ‘a short visit. When his wifo had gone Pygmalton’s mind turned to the wondrous beauty of the statue he had made. He prayed to the gode to endow the lovely marble figure with life. The gods heard his prayer. Galatea became a living woman. The transformed statue at once fell in love with her creator, Pygmalion. He, flattered by Galatea’s love words, and half dased by ter beauty, did not repuise her innocent adoration. Yet, in & Ungering moment of sanity, he pointed out to her thet « man might not accept such love except from his own wife, | "Phen," decided Galatea, “I will be thy wife.” | Pygmalion explained that he was already married. Galatea demanded to know what sort of woman Cynisca might be. Pygmalion told her that except for a few trivial faults his wife was perfect; and he aaded: “I love her all the better for such faults.” “Tell me some faults," insisted Galatea, not to be outdone by Cynisca, “ags I'll commit them.” “There 1s no hurry,” Pygmalion assured her. “They will come tn time.” “Thy wife and I," went on Galatea, “can start on equal terms. Our tastes agree, We love Pygmalion, and, what is more, Peymalion loves us both, How pleased she'll be to know when she returns that there was some one ere to fill her place Es dryly assented Pygmalion, remembering his wife's keen jealousy, “I should cay she'd be extremely pleascd. I may not love thes," he went on, reso- lutely. “I must send thee hence.” “Pygmalion!” retorted horror-stricken. ‘Recall those words. Have meroy on me, see, I am thy work. Thou hast created me. I am thine, only and unalterably thine. Thou tellest me of duty to thy wife, of vows that thou wilt love but her. Alas, I do not know these things. I only know that heaven who sent me here has given me one all-absorbing duty to discharge: To love thee and to make thee love again. Cynisca looked on the affair differently, She came home sooner than she had expected. On seeing Galatea and on noting the former statue's artless devotion to Pygmalion, she misunderstood the situation and called in Jealous fury upon Diana to fulfil her threat and to strike Pygmalion blind, The goddess heard and answered. Pygmalion’s sight was stricken from him. Ner, according to the warning, could he see again unti! hie wife should pardon him. And Cynisca, still enraged and jealous, refused to grant that pardon. Galatea timidly sought to console Pygmalion In his blindness. Mistaking her for Cynisca, he broke into frantic pleas forgiveness. He went on, mantiiee, to declare that he had never cared for Galatea and that now he loathed her. “Hast thou no pity for her,” faltered heartbroken Galatea. “Not I!" stormed Pygmalion, still thinking he was talking with Cynteca, “The 1! that she hath worked on thee—on me—surely were enough to make as course the hour that gave her life. She is not M to live upon this world, The woman shall be seen by thee no more,” sobbed Ge'stea, turning away to make room for Cynisca, who had listened to the whole conversation and wo was eager to forgive her husband now that she had heard him berate and course @ woman whose only fault was an innocent love for himself. Cynisca pres. @ kiss of pardon on Pygmalion’s brow. And hie eyes were opened. “I am ‘not fit to Hve upen this f ‘Farewcll, Pygmalion!" murmured Galatea. ‘world.’ Weeping, she ascended her pedestal. Pyemaiion, tardily realising whet a our he had been, rushed forward. But, before he could reach her, Galatea had turned once more into a lifeless marble statue. Took His Mother’s Advice. His Awful Anguish. 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