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(wee Cte SeRee World. Pettaded Daliy Kxcevt sunday | py,une Kress Fublishing Company, Nos. 68 00 68 La P ULITZ) . " o. ANGUS SHAW. tex end ‘Treas. JOSEPH be? ae fete Beo'y. Entered ai the Post-Office New, York as Second-Ci Matter. Fone tote to, The Evening | Por England. and the Continent ‘orid ior the United States All Counteies in the Internation end Can ostal Union, ‘ear. $3.50/ One Year. “ beet | e Mon? 0 | One Month : — VOLUME ses NO, 18,326 PAULINE AND HER MASTER. EITHER Presidents nor cows are supposed to be nomadic. N But the White House is not run on Jeffersonian principles nowadays, and last summer it sent forth two travellers, One was William II. Taft, the other (Mrs.) Pauline Wayne, the sumptuous- eyed Holstein that supplies his table with milk, Pauline has made the better trip of it | Let it be conceded that her master has travelled further. When he reaches Washington again he will have covered 298,728 miles at Government expense since he entered the service in 1900. Pauline moves through a smaller orbit—from Washington to the Northwest and back. But that is really to her credit, since she has got on the job at home a fortnight ahead of the President. Both travellers have had about the same audiences—people at county fairs, dairy shows and such like, But Pauline has always heen the whole show. Nobody has said to her, “N line!” She has not been eclipsed by aeroplane ascents or “farmers? trots.” Nor has a single defensive word been heard from her. She has climbed no mountains, ridden on no coweatehers. The Pr dent took out a satchelful of speeches. She brought back a satch ful of medals. Mrs. Wayne's itinerant contributions to the dairy industry are taid to be as copious and well flavored as when at home, ‘Thus she is on the job, even when she travels, and she pays her own way—| which is more than Presidents do. | 2 $e | BOOK CEMETERIES. | Be READER in a public library can sympathize with Lord iy, nay, Pau- Rosebery’s plaint in a Glasgow library which has shelves for| 400,000 books. “I ‘am filled with a hideous depression,” he taid, “at this enormous book cemetery because after all most of the, books are dead. ‘There ig no man who can grapple with the libraries | of these days.” Edmund Gosse declares that “the superfluity of print- ed matter is an absolute nightmare,” favors “an enormous destruction of printed books” and commends Omar for burning the library of Alexandria, if he really did. Tho card catalogues of our big libraries are mainly tombstones. | Qut of a hundred references to any subject all but five or ten are of no discernible use. The hegke haye become obsolete. ‘Their lore is suspended. Their substance has been sucked out and restated in later volumes. The unskilful reader investigating municipal gov- ernment, for example, may take the wrong references and get mental dyspepsia before ho finds a line about fusion, commission government, effective regulation of public utilities and other problems of the time. The Astor Library was stocked up with such raw material as college catalogues and railroad tables, and had not one copy of “The Trav- els of Sir John Mandeville,” although twenty editions have been made, or of Marco Polo’s travels, although you can buy the volume for thirty-five cents at any bookstore, Despite the multiplicity of apparetly useless books, the Chinese are right in their reverence for the printed page. Employ your selective instinct in building your own library—and every one should have a good and growing library—but destroy no books. Sell them or give them away. They may come as revelations to a later age. Public libraries cannot safely destroy hooks. Only Omniscience could yerform the task. ‘The most competent of librarians attempting it would enroll himself among the vandals of ignorance and presump- tion that have left us only a few lines of Sappho, only a fow frag- ments of the Greek Comedy. e+e RELIGIOUS MENDICANTS AFLOAT. THER religious bodies have had a more fantastic creed, but O none, not even the Mormons, have had such vicissitudes as The Holy Ghost and Us Society, whose bark put into Port- land the other with fifty-five souls aboard after a six months’ trip from Africa. | This little sect began on a hilltop in Maine, was transferred to} Jerusalem, and then took to the sea in quest, it was said, of some | island beyond the three-mile limit. Perhaps its latest voyage was a conscious reading backward of the hymn “From Greenland’s icy mountains to Afric’s coral strand,” for the boat after clearing from | ‘Africa was bound for Greenland when mishap compelled it to put in. The Rev. Frank W. Sandford, head of the society, was a crack baseball player in his youth, ruled despotically a team ef tollege boys and cleaned up the Maine cirenit. Somehow his church resembles his nine. He rules it with iron sway, keeps it on the move, and has made a club of it—a yachting club which obtains at all ports ahe clearance privileges granted to pleasure craft but denied to ecom- mercial bottoms. Its creed is simple—a literal exposition of the! Scriptures, implicit faith ir Sandford as expounder and a hearty hostility to the @evil whom the brethren once drove into the sea, The sect is eighteen years old, has seven hundred members and con- trols the politics of Durham, Maine. No chapter in faith, so-called, parallels the venture of this society in taking to the sea, making mysterious trips to the Mediterranean and Caribbean, “panhandling” other vessels for food and water and| eonstituting its little squadron of three boats “ocean tramps” in a| double sense. No wonder the Venezuelans thought Castro was aboard, °+o—_— CKNOWLEDGMENTS are due the Consolidated Gas Company for the most artistic job of highway-ripping this town has seen. Tt has made Nassau street more romantically impassable, more chal- lenging to eye and ear and nose, than any New } been before. t Letters Department Employee's Woes. ‘To the Editor of The Evening World Here is the case of & man with & dim) p, family working every day and held back for two weeks’ pay from a city de; ork street ha ov From the People weeks for Mis, promising them when We are mind was too annneet | ur money, putting off our! | both erled a litle because they missed | glad To the Faitor of The B ment in which he is employed, Some Is @ child born in the United States of the departinem men have large families | foreign parents @ citisen of the United @nd yet we have been epi waiting two | States? BF. : f i aan Se The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday. A Midsummer Night’s Dream. “~~ By Maurice Ketten. ¢ WHAT VISIONS HAVE | seen! METHOUGHT IWAS ENANOURED OF AN ASS.» A Woman's Mind. 66] VE Just been putting ice on the brow of my beet friend," he explained, ‘The effort trying to of * it ir porch boxes every day?" Tl ace that they are property * No, |—The Unhappy Squirrel. CE upon a time there was a poor Ittle aquirrel which two children kept in a cage, The cage had a big wheel in it and the equirrel would get In- side this wheel and run and run and the wheel would turn around very fast. ‘Then the children laughed and danced and clapped their hands ani were very happy. And they thougat that t.) squirrel was happy too, but that was not so, Poor squir- rel! He would have rather run in the Woods, up and down trees or gathered nuts than tobe kept in @ cage, One dey when he was running ‘round and ‘round inside this wheel and the laugaing, something ds “Oh, how funny! Oh, how funny!" ‘The squirrel saw that {t was a parrot and was very glad. He did not ike the parrot, but he was very lonesome and anted some one to talk to. When he opped running the eliildren went awat and Polly sald “How d'do! How d’do!" “How d'do,” anew “What's your name emmy, asked Polly said the squirrel, “What's the matter?" ‘Oh," sighed “D'm so unhappy! T do not lke this ca ripe now and my brothers and sisters must be having a lovely time gathering winter focé, And IT have to stay here all alone.” “Ruy @ suggested Polly, “T cwonot reaw the cage,” answered nd reeched Holly, ong neck between the b of her cage and pulled and tugged st the wires of Billy's cage vacl they bent | far enough apart to y out. How ry, very happy Billy was w I will help Yor! set out,’ Never mind, thank you," sald Polly Run off to the woods and leave ne here, I like my cage.” So Pilly ran home as fast a# he cou When the children asked where Billy was, Polly told them the story, They Dim, but then they sald that thi long as Billy was happy, Now, my dears, are you not glad that you did not bring those two squirrels home? You nee, squirrels do not like to live in the house, Some Goo) some of the choi "t worry about God care of him.’ “But T feel sure you'll forget about keeping fo that things won't all be I get tack," Don't give yourself a moment's une the curtains dra: faded out wh about the curtains, I'l tor being anxious to get pote ET Bl After the tistoric Facts. 8 a small boy best Mora grubby li 'm not golng, mrenitor ente sudden! i eried, rather the bird, dear, 11 take oy aod os What ars you doing at that bookcase, Wil fred?"* “Trying to find the History of t States, father,” “What for!" “Why, Joe Billings, at our school, ays Donlin played with the Giants year bets ..., and 1 say he didn’t." ——_—_———_ Faith and Works. BPRESENTATIVE’ CRUMPACKER of In. United keep the house ‘ . Bishoy Chata: You have some reason rid of me," retorted Bishop O' Doni 2 on one of the hon ust hot hope have not only 1 work: R SHMOPICS OF The DAY, lt fe exactly four minutes and a hy me, Bishop,’ replied the pre to sucee faith in my watch, bug from Louis. Ubrough faith Sandman Stories 3 'nc Copy riaht 8Y Written and a p NWN ay nage fl m Goo” Care Gr Pan e+ ‘| America to marry a foreign nobleman, Cetober 24, #1911. Fairy Tales For the Fair By Helen Rowland, Copyright, 1911, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World.) NCE upon a time there was a Sweet Young Thing O who yearned to be u SUCCESS, She had /a vague idea that “success” con sisted in making a fortune. by pushing a button at the aide of a desk, giving interviews and refusing proposals byl of marriage. In her enthusiaam she went to a Woman who had already “ARRIVED,” and asked her how it could be done with the least trouble and the greatest opeed. “My Child.” replied the Woman, as she shoved aside two bushels of un- anavered correspondence, and pushed back an uncurled forclock, “beheve me, the Rocky Road to Dublin is a glazed toboggan slide beside the Rocky Road to Success. “If you are looking for something EASY, marry a banker, a broker.@ janitor or an elevator boy, and live happily for a littie while, anyway, “SUCCESS means getting on the wheel of fortune and then keeping the wheel turning so fast that you never have a moment to turn around and | enjoy yourself. “It means wearing the same hat for two years, and hosiery with holes in them, because you haven't time to go out and buy new oncs, much less to mend the old ones. “Morcover, nothing succeeds like success in acquiring the envy of mediocrity. “Success may knock only once at your door, but the rest of the KNOCK. ERS never stop. “And it's lucky there's plenty of room at the top, or they'd finally succeed in pushing you off. “A lot of people have ‘arrived’ who have never been able to STAY, and @ lot more who have ‘gotten there’ couldn't stand the pace. “If you don't catch up with the leaders it will make you miserable, and | 4f you do, THEY will make you miscrabic. ecess brings ‘friends,’ but when you want to ask a FAVOR you wilt discover that a friend is stranger than a stranger, and that a stranger is more friendly than a friend. “And by the time you have passed up Love, turned down Matrimony, wasted your youth, missed all the good times in life, lost your teeth and | acquired a face like the side of an oak tree, you will find that you are not | quite 80 well known, nor half so popular as Oswego Oi! or the Coal Dust | Twins.” MORAL: Success is not a matter of “catching on,” but of “hanging | on"-—even though the ladder be full of tacks. Ooprnght, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New Yorks World), MR. JARR SADLY AGREES TO BE A SOCIAL LIGHT, 66 HIS is ‘Drama Day’ at Mra.; " Stryver’s Club of Ethical Ad- vancement, and sie is so anx- fous to have a bi, coats than the stein’ — “That's the big fat woman?" inter- rupted Mr, Jarr. “You should say ‘commanding pres- " replied Mra, Jarr. “Well, ou | know the rivalry between the Barone and Mrs. § ver? The Baroness has had an assured position in’ Am an} society for over thirty years because she was one of the first r showing of frock Baroness Von 2ol- |f@Ce of the man who only tipped him {half a dollar for taking his hat. You * anked Mr, Jarr. elling you,” was the ver Wants this affalr the season, She you know Ko to those $ tles and p)ay v's husbands, So re home from the on your frock coat places the pia a int wa office dowear f we to ¢ and pu ‘After he spent all her money and de-lana go with me. Itt . . th me. It ts at serted her she found out he wasn't a 4 o'clock Teal novleman but the valet to one. cares Mr. Jarr, And so rhe left him, and for some sata le years did very well by appearing rt}on tho ve peal apse. She you and get you to other men from tho whether they are octal functions of wealthy people for a fee of twenty dollars. But of late years there have been #0 many Amer. ican women married to bogus noble- she doesn’t ¢ gue or not, provided they have men—not that we deprive them of frock coats and r ilnen ts clean. titles, even if they didn’t really be She will even rent some frock coats Aen lignr and furnish them; and if you k | ; > and 3 now deluded things gave thelr ma any presentable men out of work she tlements in good faith to those dear, fascinating bogus noblemen, and, after 1, what Isa title? ‘They are just as good if they are bogue till the fact ts found out, aren't they?" “Come back to earth, my thetorlcal evintrens,” said Mr. Jarr, mopping his! ‘and explain what you have been will pay them five dollars an afternoon and furotsh the frock coat and pearl Ues and gloves If they will come, She 4 simply DETERMINED to crush the | Baroness," “Won't have enything to do with it!” said Mr. Jarr firmly. “Been trapped into those soclety dog fights "Member?" “But, sweetheart, Mrs. Stryver ts 80 nice to me, and ‘ie is SO dependent upon me, and I preinised her! Bealdes, I didn't decetve y>u, dearte! There were no false pretenses, I’ “The Countess of Alderney,” just exactly how things are. wat mn qured Mr. Jarr. {they'll be. You'll do what I ask, won't “iTave great rivalry as to who can! you, honey?" you slowly and , “the Baroness Holstein, who gets free board at the St. Croesus Hotel for getting up social functions shere, and Mrs, Stryver Jarr, mur- get the most frock o men, An4 Mrs. Jarr nestled up closer and know--to thelr afternoon fairs, Wom- purred her sweetest. en will always come if th free tea! “Well, I'M come,” gala Mr. Jerr ina and sandwiches and they are told real! resigned tone, “And now never doubt society people will be present. The] my great love for you!" Baroness hed an afternoon of ‘Soul| rere he sighed. Color,’ and brought the men out by| “And don't forget to telling thelr wives she'd have real) triends from Ge omen” oud ners Se darkey rag-time singers and dancers; “Prom the office?” he repeated. “ . So MMrs./ that bunch wouldn't come to copa at ‘Drama! tor me, ‘cept, maybe, if it were my Day’ at her meeting of the Society of! ¢uneral, Even then 1 think they'd only Bthical Advance.”” “What'll have? eend flowers.” A Balome dance] But he had to promise he'd try. 4 ‘land serve chop suey and corned beef?” pret nla ntan Rani asiced Mr, Jarr. “Oh, dear! Salome and Cobra dances Folly. are passe,’ sal Mrs. Jarr. 'No, Mra, folly, they told me, to love you, Stryver le go#g to have @ DISTINCT novelty. Dan't tell {t to a @oul She's afraid the man wouldn't come tf they knew ft." ‘Cross my heart!’ sald Mr. Jarr. ‘Well, then," Mrs, Jarr went on, “Mrs. Stryver is going to have the drama RBAL.Y DISCUSSED at her we rt But Love wes deaf, and it could! not hear. And they scorned, and they warned, and they called me med; But I thought of you, and my heart was ged. folly to long for @ touch ef It ‘Drama Day.’ Don't you taink that ts your Ips, & daring novelty? You know, the/To thrill at the touch of your Anger thing has been to announce intellectual tips; ‘ Jand cultured themes, so it will look] It was folly to think and to dream well in the soclety columns of the of you, | papers, but really to give cake walks| They told me, my love, but they {and parlor magic stunts, so the people never knew won't fo aWay as soon as tea and|The subtle thrill of the touch of your cakes have been served, or to hold hand, them if tea and cakes are to be sesved|And they would not and could not un- after the entertainment, derstand, “So Mre. Stryver ts going to have a} What did I care what the Wise Oner genuine ‘Drama Di ald? Room of the St. ‘The cynical sneer or the shake of the Vitua is much more swags head? ? le the hotel where the nat threw ‘The joy of the 1 pitied them all, for they never xnew telly af loving vou! ie eaeson sere epine | ‘Wiriel (he used 1) to clean