The evening world. Newspaper, November 9, 1911, Page 20

{ =at>cuudiie Che See world. | e ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. biished Dally Except Sunday by the Preee Publishing Company, Nos. $8 to ee J 43 Park Row, New York. ; RALPH PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row. ‘ J. ANGUS SE jurer, 68 Park Row. Hi JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. Entered wt tho Fost-Oftico at New York as Second-Cinss Matter. th Rates to T Event For England and the Continent and | Sabeerpeicd tortie United ‘Bteies ‘at Countrce tn, $b ternational / ostal i 83.50] One Yeer . 73 130] One Mon’ NO. 18,842 v . S ft MURPHY, M’COOEY, CASSIDY. Te never was any reason for Murphy, McCooey and Cas- sidy, Democratic bosses in Manhattan, Brooklyn and Queens, 4 beyond the fact that elections were won under them. They | havo followed their own interest in politics as Croker “worked for + his own pocket all the time.” They are not on epeaking terms with the public interest. Who would care for Murphy’s views on dock ad- ministration, though he was dock commissioner? Or McCooey’s on civil service reform, though he was civil service commissioner? Or Cassidy’s views on street administration, although as borough president that function was his? Is any one of the three capable of formulating a programme or conceiving a policy? Why, then, should Murphy or McOooey or Cassidy further af- flict the city? They have lost their only qualification for leadership. They can no longer deliver the vote. At Tuesday’s election the Bronx got away from them. Brooklyn got away from them. Queens got away from them, and even Richmond elected a fusion candidate. Only New York County was retained, and that by a negligible 2,000 plurality. In an off year, when Tammany is wont to carry the city by an easy margin, it lost the city by 20,000. New York is anti-Tammany because of Murphy, McOooey and Cassidy, not despite them. Their leadership gives heart only to their opponents. Murphy has force, but no ideas, no ideale, nothing but his selfish purposes and the backing of interests that exploit the community. McCooey is a mere cipher, a cipher that represents the statue of Brooklyn autonomy under his “leadership.” Cassidy is a spoilsman born too late and unable to refine his methods to meet modern squeamishness. The city has added a million and a half to its population in the decade, is extending ite activities and reflecting the liberalizing ten- doncics of the time. It is entitled to political chiefs whose preten- sions are not a joke, whose power is not a liability to the party in the nation, whose mentality is not impervious to the suggestions of the age. a TWENTY-ONE EXCELLENT REASONS. HE witless Willett will probably be held to blame for the I defeat of the Democrats in Kings County by the so-called » party “leaders” who nominated him. But there is a deeper feason why the party should have gone to defeat. It is because the “leaders” in Brooklyn have become mere mercenaries and job holders. When the Legislature cut out men of such standing as Commissioner of Jurors Jacob Brenner, Elections Commissioner John G. Smith and Public Administrator Charles E. Teale at the behest of the place hunters it made one of the beginnings of what happened on Tuesday. To refresh the public mind we reprint the list of job holders who form the “organization” in Kings. It gives twenty-one excellent rea- sons for defeat: / . Boss. Postion. Salary. seoeeeees Chief Surrogate’s Clerk........ sevens $9,000 Leader. Position. Salary. . P.H. Quinn.... Sheriff . $15,000 ‘Warden of Jail. 8,000 5,000 5,000 District. No position. - J, 8. Regan.....Deputy Excise Commissioner. 8,600) ‘W. F. Thompson Deputy Commissioner Records 4,000 W. J. Heffernan,Deputy County Clerk... 6,000 J. M. Gray. .Under Sheriff Kings County 6,000 T. F, Wogan....Chief Clerk County Court. 7,500 T. ‘ommissioner of Jurore.. 6,000 T. State Tax Commissioner 6,000 M 0. J. J. . Thirteenth. Murphy... Deputy Register 5,000 | Covyetaht, 4911, by Pydldiing Co, © Fourteenth cKeon......Chief Clerk Police Court 2,500 | sige haa Fifteenth......J, W. Carponter.Chief Olerk Municipal Cour 3,000 Ay “Pret ronsonty soften. Deoene Sixteenth.....F. Lundy Register Kings County... 8,000 Pompton around all right. He Geventeenth...C. Commissioner of Record: 5,000 Sseoeet himself for having fallen oe v as) on 1 scored Cet Clary: Airrogate's|Gourts..,++1+ \WO00) cn tai lthe Clann voters comesom en . . ce Court... 2,500 | address on sociology. ‘W. F. Delaney.. Chief Clerk Board Magistrates 5,000| “And you ought to be glad,” whim- o¢ Twenty-first. ..E. H. Dale......Counctllor Board Transferred Taxes., 6,000|Pered the professor's wife to Mra, Jarr, Twenty-second J. P. Sinnott....Chief Clerk Municipal Court.......... ‘Twenty-third..J. P.Monahan..No position. : YOUNG CITIZENS, J: JAHN, aged eleven, and Solomon Goldberg, aged nine, 3,000 each wearing a badge with the legend “Society for Bettering Street Conditions,” appeared in court this week and got a summons against a neighbor-woman on the charge that she was “filling the streets with swill and rubbish.” “Ww. public-spiritedness,” said the Magistrate. World. These boys are sons of immigrants, and being children and alien- ell, I admire your So does The Evening born they take their duties as Americans seriously. ‘They know it is | against an ordinance to throw litter in the streets They know that people who do so injure their neighbors, impair the general health and increase the burdens of government. They have been told that the citizen has a three-ply duty—to observe the law, to protest when others violate it, and to assist the authorities in correcting violations; if necessary to demand that they correct them. ' Immigrants’ children are often quicker than their parents to adjust themselves to new-world conditions, and on the cast side they | are said sometimes to asperse their elders as “greeners” and “for- | eigners.” It is much better to do as John Jahn and Solomon Gold- | berg have done—act constructively rather than deride or revile, Would not life be better on the west side and the north side, as well as the east side, if older persons, native-born, would act up to their lights with equal promptness and resolution? Letters From the People | Crecity to Animale. D, the BAttor of The Brening World: In answer to the letter about “Mad bad children annoy them. When trying to defend themselves the poor animals) 4 a ered mad, Now, if mothers zag Searer’ Loree see with the! would teach thelr children to keep away the second place it makes Ponsonby #0; Money he growls like @ bear.” \ “that your husband doesn't have to! compose addresses on soctology. In the first place it dosen't pay, and tn nervous that when I ask him for “Men do that who don't compose ad- The Day's Good Stories “Shocking Accident.” GHOOKING accident to @ home on a race course at the Karl's Qourt Exhibition wa. described ic, Winterton, for the company, Stated that several permons eptered the enclosure st night, a the horecs, which was let ‘and raced down the course, At the end of the course It «mashed into . tence. “One of the horse's forelegs was broken," said the genera) manager, “‘and otherwise ft wae badly Anfured."" | “Was the hore destroyed?" inquired the judge, “It was @ wooden bore,” replied the manager, Mr, Harker was onlered to pay £8 10s—Loa- don ——>—— A New Use, UITE 4 novel method of annonncing an engagement wea that emploomt by @ clever young lady in the West girl friend in Boston: “Solomon, six, three,” Laoking up that chapter and verse the friend | Pr “am my Ye fhe telegraphed | arr dresses on sociology,” sald Mrs. Jarr. asked Mr. Jarr of the professor, ‘get- ting up and addressing assemblages?” Tuped Mrs. Ponsonby, always in the audience as an inspira- im Abyssinia,’ his necktle kept raising | But Bobbte Mischief never heard them, jone of the poppy's large petals and sald The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, N. Shrunken. e Ketten. By Mauric ain USZ “Don't you ever have stage fright?" “IT don't see why he should,” chir- “when I am tion to him! I'm the one that gets stage fright. Just the other day when he was lecturing on ‘Social Progress Up around his stand-up collar until 1/ t! almost had fits, All I could do was to make faces at him and point to my neck. And, mind you, although a child could have understood, all that|t man 4!4 was to get nervous and turn red in tho face. He afterward told me|t! he thought I had @ fish bone in my throat and was choking to death be- Son RS MPs Bobbie Mischief and Bobbie Kind. NE bright, sunny day little Bobtie Mischief was walking through @ pretty green field, and as he Paseed he etruck at the flowers near him with @ big awitch, 1 do not think that Bobble really MEANT to hurt the flowers, but he DID, all'the same. He ewished off their leaves and their pet- als and often their whole heads, And the lttle injured flowers sobbed softly and pleaded with him not to hurt them, tor he skipped along whistling and sing- ing at the top of his voice. And Bobble Mischief NEVER, NEVER got anything nice from the fairies! When Bobbie Kind, a poor little boy, came home from school that day he had to pass through the fleld where all the} ead flowers were. Pe felt sorry for them and brought many little sticks to prop up the poor flowers and many blades of grass to bandage their wounds, A big red poppy was the last to be tended, and out of {t floated a very tiny and very beautiful fairy, She stood on to Bobbie ...nd: “You have been very good to us, Now WE shall be very good to YOU, What do you want to make you happy?” “T want all these dear flowers to live again and be happy, too,” answered Bobbie. a plenic in ity of his neas boy, yOu get . Unfortunately the stalk than the boy can climb and A lot of neighbors wit! stalk down, but tt gro they can't strike ft twice in the same was feared for a while that the boy would starve to death, but I am happy to say that over the private wire in my office we have got news to the effect that the growing: fs now out of tried to cut the from strange dogs I do not think where dogs have been shot or taken ee Would be any fear of being bitten. “* away just decause they woulg got let . Mn MD, y Uttle chap hae already thrown down five bushels of cobs; hence ove may infer that bis Monetonou, le adequate, "= Lee Immediately the flowers lived and were happy, for they sang soft, sweet songs. Then the Bleeding Heart dropped large, blood red rubies in his lap, and | the Golden Glow gave him many pleces of gold to make him rich, while the Milk Weed gave him mille to drink and the Bread Vine baked many loaves of broad for the little boy who had saved all thetr lives, ‘That night Bobble Kind and his poor mother ate the best supper they had fore his very eyes. excuse for hii brain lady. when he lectured before the Institu- tion of Applied Science on “The In- habitants of Mare’ when I tried to signal to him that his cuffs had worked down over his coat sleeves." ™e almost to the point of insult. FISAAAAAAAAAAABSDBSAAADABIRBBABDDIIS Jarr Learns How a Good Wife Inspires a Husband ROP PPP PPP Re RRR RRR eee But that was no continued the bird- “He acted just the same “What a great help it must be to have your wife along with you to encourage you and tnspire you!" said Mrs. Jarr to he Professor. “Now, Mr. Jarr, like all commonplace business men, ts SO dif- ferent. If I go to hin office and try to show him dress sanvples while he's dic- ating to lus stenographer he's rude to And hen, I suppose, he wonders why I don't come down every day and help him with his work!" Sandman Stories #% MY br Al Oe i Nhiget they went to sleep they 414 not forge’ “You were reciting ‘Kubla Khan’ to us before you were taken with that little spell,” ventured Mr. Jarr, speak- ing to the Professor (Mr. Jarr preferred to change the subject.) “Could you not sive us the rest of it?’ “Oh, please don't,’ said Mrs, Pomfret. “Poetry is so stupid. I wish Ponsy would wag his ears for us. It's the fun- niest thing you ever saw!” “Yes, madam," said the Professor, turning gravely to Mrs, Jarr and an- swertng her previous re:iarks. “What would I do were I married to @ woman who was frivolous minded and did not care for art, science and literature?’ And all present shook their heads re- flectively, as if to say the Professor under circumstances of that sort would have to go carrying the hod. — WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRAIAL OF Eleanor Schorer aevnnnnnenanannnnranemamanaennde the flowers went to be one of them OF Gj choel Tone, Coprright, 1011, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World), * “Divorce Namber.'’ ENO—the land of the free and the grave of the heme! — Most divorces, Uke most clouds, have @ etiver Waning; they are founded righé on the money problem. In the mathematics of matrimony, two plus a baby equal a family, two plus a mother-in-law equal @ mod and two plus an affinity equal a divorce. If the State were as particular about whom it lets into matrimony ae At 2 adout whom it lets out marriage would bo aimost as much a sign of soolal distinction ae divorce is becoming. A woman on the weet side wilt pay a lawyer five hundred dollare to acttle a domestic problem that a woman on the cast side can acttle in fve minutes with a flatiron. If people would make marriage tess of a prison and more of a privilege, less of @ reformatory and more of a refectory, they would not be so busy devising ways and means of escape. It is becoming almost as bad form in smart society to he seen with | your last year's husband as to de acon wearing your last year's frock. | Perhape (f the stork had not lost eo much of his fashionable trade to | the dog fancter the clergyman would not have lost so much of his to the | lawyer. Those who have finished with matrimony, Nke those who have fintshed with the morning paper, clwaye say, “There's nothing in ttf But that doesn't prevent the reat of us from wanting to ece for ourselves. Divorce 4s becoming as paintess ae surgery. You merely help each other pack the trunks, wish each other “bon voyage!” and trot off to Europe, while the lawyers fight 4 out. The road to Reno te paved with broken (deals. 'Oid Loves in New Settings! by Alma Woodard * Copyright, 10911, ty The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York World). didn't have the nerve to ask her. Cinderella. 1 Te following Wednesday his mother NE day when Roland Hunter, and sisters were to give a fancy dress fich man’s son and gentleman pall—THE affair the season. On by profession, wa: janding in Monday Roland ed an invitation the lobby of the St. Elmo from the reserve stock in the library Hotel, @ little glass sign Heat- and presented it to Cinderella. He asked dy lettered in gilt caught his eye. her to be present, adding that he weuld It read: ‘Manicuring and finger-tip cail for her in « limousine. ‘TMaseage.” Bhe showed him her costume on the “Finger-tip massage,” murmured Ro- way over. It wae ravishing! land. “That's a new on me. Well, Well, to-night he was going to show they can't put one over on little Roland his mother, his sisters and all the rest that way and get away with it Here of his set what an exquisite girl and oes for finger-tip massage!” what a perfect little lady he had picked At the foot of a small flight of stairs from the ranks to be his wife—yes, eir, he found himeelf in an octagonal room FROM THE RANKS! done in French gray and white. Tiny Twelve was the unmesking time, He tables and chairs were of gray maple, stuck to her all evening and she vgs and partly around each table wae & strangely silent. He was glad she Gainty ecreen of pale pink brocade. On wasn't assertive and self-opin snated each tadle was a slender, Gull ailver like the girle he knew—more like the vase holding three blush roses, and eweet, >id-fashioned woman, you know. behind the roses sat @ demure Iittle’ The clock etruck! The tiny black maid gowned in gray, with lacy pink- maske of the dancers vanished, ribboned apron! Cinderella, fushed, with dewy, languid Roland made a bee line for the near-!eyes raised to his, stood clasping his est unoccupied chair, The ravishing Uit- arm. His mother approached, a frigid, tle beauty opposite stretched two cad look in her lorgnetted eyes. Mly-Ike bands toward dim. “This ts my mother, Miss Cinderella,” “Finger-tp message," breathed Ro-| said Roland. land and looked deep into her eyes. Cinderella extended the same hand Now, ehe'd had three years’ experi-' that accomplished finger-tip massage, ence at that place, and if there wasone ‘I'm tickled to death to meet you,” thing ehe knew how to do better than she said. ‘Your boy has his paws finger-tip massage it was to look into done at our joint about « million times the eyes of @ prospective “good thing.” a week, and I think It was just grand Another girl came to the table and of him to get me an invite to this swell said a few words to her. The other girl dog fight, because I ain't seen nothing called her Cinderella, And for the rest never like It before—and take it from of the session Roland's heart sang me it's SOME cheese!" “Cinderella—Cinderella.” Then Roland got her out of the place! The fee was a dollar. He put @& on He never got quite through explaining the table and arose. Cinderella looked to his mother, and once when someone at the $5, then she Idoked at him— saw @ glass sign in the hotel lobby again! ‘and suggested having a try at fingen Roland had finger-tip massage three, tip massage he shivered! times a week regularly for three weeks.; SO CINDERELLA WPENT BACK TO Cinderella never volunteered any infor- THE ROSE PINK AND FRENCH mation. When spoken to she'd answer GRAY ROOM AND STUCK SEVERE- |1n @ sweet, low voice, always in mono- LY TO MONOSYLLABLES EVEN syllables, She was really ultra-refined, WHEN THE NEXT GUY INTRO- Roland thought. | DUCED HER TO HI8 MOTHER. SHB At the end of the three weeks he was MADE HER FIRST LONG SPEECH so far gone that he lost his appetite for AFTBR THE CEREMONY — AND truffies and terrapin, He had made up THDN SHE LIVED ON THE ALI- his mind to marry Cinderella—but he MONY EVER AFTER! io es Memoirs of a Commuter By Barton Wood Currie Copyright, 1911, by The Pres: Publishing Oo, (The New York World), Playful Pursuits in Suburbia, | ands for ftteen years,” I repiied, “but HIE commuter's winter pastimes| when I did bowl and was in form—well, | are almple but not always unex-| though I don't want to flatter myself— citing. The playful pursuit of the| 20 was only a mid !ling average ecore elusive hired girl is an all-year-round engagement, but other digressions trom the automatic functions of eating and sleeping are seasonal. In the fall, hav- ing stored his bulbs and genarlums in the cellar, started his furnace and stowed his golf sticks and tennis racket (if he inclines to outdoor callsthentes), ; the viotim of the lure of the suburbs turns to bowling as a recreation. Edmund Allgas, tageed bowling club and hav- wements with the Gen-|on my mettle. eral Houseworkers’ Union for a Thurs-| night out I accompanied him to the of the Dogwood Terrace Bowling ‘en dollare," he chuckled, “trom Joe Anchor, I bet him you'd nam: abave 175 and swear you hadn't bowle” for as least twelve years, He bet that you wouldn't have the nerve to put your ald average above 165 or set back your Jast dowlin: I'd show this Aliges and his friend Auchor some 1 bowling if |I sprained my wrist and shoulder | muscles in the accomp!ishment. Anohor was waiting at the door of since Thad bowled, sizing up the cut and bulld of that little shrimp Allgas I was sure | that with about five minutes’ |oould make him look like } beaipnsr, “You bowl, of course? he had asked |me in the beginning, and I nodded my |head, for I recalled that @s a boy I had made two strikes and a spare in succession, On the way to the club he eaked me again, @ peculiar emile lurking on his tps: but after ‘I think you sal4 you were @ bowler, Mr. Riddle? You've got the build for it. ni ever tasted in gli thelr lives, ang befage| to thank the good dowers, And when] orgot to thank Rabble Kind, either) | ‘J haven't hed @ bowling bat in ay a acer tp Pt nanan the clubhouse and even before he had introduced me Allgas made me verify my statement regaMing my old-time bowling averages. Anchor looked me over eourly and pald the bet. “T'@ Ike to get that money back,” he ead to mé, ae We went down the alleys, “Shall I bet him you'll make above 120 on your first string?" “Ret him anything you confounded, please," I said. ‘Bet nim, that I ie @ Pinboy with my firet bail tf you want to, But {f you want to bet me, I'll jay 60 fo % that I make the firet strike.” He crawled like a worm end tried to tell me an alleged funny etory, §Te Be Continued.) ‘