The evening world. Newspaper, March 1, 1912, Page 18

rea i For tn the Internat All Countries 59 Qne ¥ ay aie cocccowmacse. 08.00 a0 COMING. TT ree toe srl With the Romane wa March bas always been notable. With the Romans it was the first month the year. They honored it with the name of their favor- ite god. Even in England until 1752 the legal year began on tho twenty-fifth of March. The Saxons called it the “lenet-monat,” or “length-month,” in reference to the rapid lengthening of the dey— of whence the word Lent. March has always been felt to be a time of transition and change, It has always had credit for ‘two sides—one hard, one kind. The old prints picture March as a stern, helmeted warrior galloping over the earth on a ram. Yet in one hand he holds a spade and from the other drops seeds upon the of breaking away from dead winter. ground. March is a dry month, Two old proverbs, “A peck of March dust i# worth a king's rausom” and “A dry March never begs its bread,” tesiify to the value of dry weather at this time in getting the earth into a state favorable for planting. It's a long month, but—it brings the spring. 1912 will begin. And thirty days from now we shall have one hour and a quarter more daylight than to-day. deeoneerctamnesia peitihsnnmmanammars THE GLAD HAND. : ONGRESSMAN SULZER has introduced in the House of Cc Representatives a joint resolution which reads as follows: Whereas, The Chincec nation has successfully asserted the fact that sovereignty te vested in the people, and has recognized the principle that government Gerives ite authority from the consent of the governed, theredy terminating @ condition of internal etrife; and Whereas, The American people ore inherently and by tradition sympathetic with all efforte to adopt the ideale ond inatitutions of representative government; therefore de 1s Resolwed dy the Benate ond Howse of Representatives of the United Stotes of America in Congress assembled, That the United Btetes of Amerie congratulates the people of China on their as- aumption of the powers, dusies end responsibilities of selfgovern- ment, end copresees the confident hope thet, in the adoption and meintenence of ¢ republican form of government, the rights, lider. ties and happiness of the OMinese poopie will de secure and the progress of the country ieured. { Neat and to the point. The United States has done pretty well in the self-government line. By ofl means shake ‘hands and swap eards with the new man in the business. 5 —_—_—_oOoOoO AT SEVENTY-FIVE. VELIST, editor, post, oritie, beyond all other living writers ND erecta of the ideals of America’s great literary period of s generation ago, William Dean Howells cele- brates to-day hie seventy-fifth birthdey. Born in a little town in Ohio in 1887, his long life hes been essociated with all that is best among booke and men. His father fras an editor and painter. Tho boy read and wrote almost in his gradie, At fifteen he planned a life of Cervantes. A little later he wrote poetry furiously—then gave it up for prose. For ten years ho $was editor-in-chief of the Atlantic Monthly, He has long been an editor of Harper's Maguzine. He was a great friend and loyal edmirer of Longfellow, and had bis own place in the Cambridge circle of scholars and poets. Wide travel and a delightful habit of observation are the bases of much of his writing. For four years he wee Consul at Venice and he has grossed the Atlantic eighteen times. For years Mr. Howelle has produced « novel and a volume of @seays each twelvemonth, For years his letters and short articles Have heen welcomed by magazine readers. His list of novels is long ‘and widely known. Even now he fe writing a new one, and a book on Spain as well, His friends have been all the people beat worth knowing for the last fifty years, His lifo las been one of busy, happy Bevotion to the art he loves, Besides hii serious Looks he has written many plays and farces Paull of liveliness and fun, His stories are singularly sano and aweet. lis theory of the novel is that commonplace life has its charm, its ‘poetry, its intensity and needs no high colors, He scorns romantic paint and feathers. His people speak naturally, simply; their emo- tions are never strained or forced; they never shriek, His etylo is ‘peculiarly graceful and fluent. He is at his beat in “The Rise of Silas bee ham” and what is said to be his own favorite, “A Hazard of New Fortunes.” His interests are wide, hie social aide charming. Since the death of Lowell Mr. Howells stands, and stands to-day almost alone, for that type which in {ta older mellownoss, simplicity and gentle dignity eeems slipping farther and farther away from us—the American Man of Letters. hs MELEE HE eeoret of the men whe te university interesting te that he @ wniversatty interested.—Williem Deon Howells. — BWAY figures show now ebout one ride a day for every citizen of New York, By persistence and hard riding will the public. Gpirited and perspiring people be able to keep up with the Mayor's guarantee to the Interboro? s winse oF empty out what wa Went: the giaases, refills the Department cer-| at another table, Wants te Ge to Te: carrying lighted cigars in thet. the Miitor of The Brening wet hile gome proprietors of bal) J am u man geting along tn and plénic grounds are presum-| 8m working in @ factory, pet interfered with when they/ Moi agree with my health, | wae ad- lott m Matter. Continent ent and the 7 | At twenty-one mitiuics after 6 o'clock on the evening of March 20 the epring of World wWaily magazine, Can You Beat It? 3% (-xene:) & y grr ME ano WASHINGTON! AND Lincoun ! Copyright, 1912, by The Mapes Publishing Co. PENN TONe' Nee York World), DON'T see anything in thie that | ‘will help our young friend as & form to follow in writing Ofr. | Smith for money to put Mr. Smith's | wite on the stage,” sald Mr. Jarr as he skimmed through ¢! attered pages of the paper-bound "Complete Letter Writer” that Gus tendered, “Bure everything {s there,” sald Gus. mer writes all his letters by it.” one,” said Mr, Sidney Slavin the person most nN page M8 In the section devoted to iness Forms and Commercial Communications’ was the following: LETTER XIl—From a young man who has an opportunity to ¢oup dn business, but te destitute of oney, to & gentleman of reputed mevoience. “Them's big words that feller uses,” aald the elder Slavineky, “I bet you | that's the letter you should write,” | “Bure,” said Gus, proudly, "My bars tender, Elmer, ts almost go educa- tion out of them books, Hle's got a regular liberry of ‘em-—‘How to Be a Hypnotiser,,) ‘How to Dream in Your Bleep of Policy Numbers.’. Why, its wonderful the drinks he knows how to Forcible Entrance. agin UY Guide’ he reads, Only no! for them kind of drinks, we ain't got the things that “The wise mob trims a boob them three ways,” explained the young citl- zen of the worki. “On the wing is when you get ‘em to invest by letter, On the a nest is where you sell ‘em a gold brick “Couldn't I get this boob on the nest,jor stunt @ check out of ‘em in their or in the boob trap, better than on the|own offices; in the trap is where you wing, with a deter?’ asked Mr. Slavin. |@¢ up an office, swell, of your own end MRS. SOLOMON Being the Confessions of the Seven Handredth Wife Translated By Helen Rowland Copretght, 1012, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Werld), Son of Babylon, who is filled with Spring Fever. Vanity of vanities, saith the Cynic, all is Hime my Daughter, unto the wail of a vanity! What profit hath a man cf all hig devices, wherein he seeketh diversion, under the sun? One girl goeth and another cometh, but the Spring Fashions waz more HIDEOUS every year! The teapot hat departeth, likewise the hobble skirt, but another atroc- tty succeedeth them; and every damsel in Babylon continually seeketh to resemble a cartoon, All things are full of staleness; and the tongue cannot utter it! Ta there a fashion, or an idea, whereof ye can say: “See, thie is new?" Behold, to-morrow, the IMITATORS ehall have caught onto it, and ye shall cast it aside in shame! Is there a woman whereof ye can say: “See, she is different?” Behold, to-morrow she shall ask ye the same old questions, and perse- cute ye with the same old cross-examinations. And ye shall comfort her with the same old fairy tales. : 4 Alas, all women are seeking after matrimony, and all men are seeking to eacape it. Yet, though a bachelor flecth when no woman pursueth, he shall meet her coming the OTHER WAY! One woman goeth unto suffrage meetings, and another goeth unto beauty epectalists; one goeth unto the altar and another goeth unto Reno. And there (¢ no CONTENTMENT in any of them. One damsel's kise is like unto another's, dnd one damec!'s unreasonadle- neas like unto another's, tnd every woman putteth powder on her nose and asketh: ul “WHY dost thou love mer” Lo, I sought to find happiness in love; yea, I wandered throughout all Babylon in search thereof. But ali was flirtation, and near-love, and vanity, and an eternal samences, T cought sureness in sootety; and dehold, all was PINK PEAS, and after-dinner speeches, and bridge whist, and turkey-trotting and inanity, I sought gayety on Broadway, dut all wae vaudeville, and loud wausic, end pink ond yellow show girls, and the laughter of fools and of fat mon. T cought? novelty in Bohemia; and lo, (¢ wae atl imagination, end shop teIh, ond red wins, end neorposts, ond spaghetti end sorrow Ge tol Beek not to comfort me with Optimiem and Epring tonice, for there (a nothing new under the aun; ond I Reve got thet TIRED feeling! e- ‘ ebcecsccoocoooeee ceceecooooooosoes coceeeeesoeeeeees Mr. Jarr Learns the Art of Writing a “Begging Letter.’’ 998998S999999999S 999999099899 99999 998999 99999900999 19ay, marcn Maurice Ketten Historic Heartbreakers. By Albert Payson Terhune. S ;. wate mewn Coprright, 1902, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New Tork World), NO. 17—FREDERIC CHOPIN. y ‘DERIC CHOPIN—soul of fire in a fragile, consumptive jaa loved by scores of women, from a princess to a Wi from a pianist to eo great a celebrity as Mme. Dudevant (Ge Sand). And the love of one of these women is sald te have the filokering fife in his body for years after he was doomed by thé to die. ~ Chopin was a Pole, of French extraction. As pianist and con he was the mouthpiece of the strange, poetic spirit of Poland. The fii his loves of whom the: any record was Leopoldine Blahetka, a sician, who adored him, and by whom he lazily allowed himself ; adored. Then came a mild affair with his pupil, Princess Elisa Radzivy daughter of his patron. This naturally came to nothing, for, even : the most ¢anatical musicdovers in those days, a.princess did not iN pianist. ut * Both these episodes were over and done with before Chopih twenty. At that age he met Constantia Gladoveka, @ concert singer. time it was he who was the pursuer. He sent this message to Conata: “Tell her that as long as my heart beats I shall not cease to adore her, her that even after my death my ashes shall be strewn under hér f z But Constantia preferred sod comfort to the precarious existence of Genus’s wife. So she jilted Chopin and married a rich Warsaw mi a ing her genius-lover temporarily heartbroken. Writers have mourned © ingly for the fearful havoc Constantia’s ficklencss wrought upon Chop heart. But he was not yet twenty-one, and at that age wounds in and elsewhere have a way of healing rapigiy, soon consoled himself. In 1881, his. twenty-first ye Chopin went to Parts to live. There, acco one biographer: le found himself unable to avold: some of the countless hearts that were fiting like roses at shis feet. It could modulate from one love affair to another as feetly and as gracefully from one key to its remote neigtbo ft Marta Wodainska, sister of two.of his friends, etands out trom the gro’ of sweethearts at this time from the fact that Chopin was genuinely s to make her his wife. But, as in the case of Constantia, Fate interfered} they separated; indeed, throughout m often @ question of “requited” than The Duchess Ludvika Czet tynska and the Countess Alexandra Morrolles next sought his favor. Th were platonic affairs.. Then came the great love of nie Iif i Mterary casted pi In superstitious fear he would have gone home at once. but friends who Ww with him laughed away hie dread. He entered the crovded salon and was in] troduced to a swarthy, strange looking woman, who was the guest of Ghe was the great novelist, Mme, Dudevant, who wrote under the pen nami “George Sand.” “T do not like her face,” he wrote in his diary that night. thing in it that repels me.” “ “But he promptly fell in love with her and she with him. He was deliga temperamental, almost effeminate. She was masculine in her force! rough in manner; strong, dominating. For years the love affair contin ‘When Chopin was thought to be almost dying of consumottfon, {t is said to hat freen George Sand's will-power and imagination and. love that kept ales But while she may have prolonged his life ehe not restore his health, and her own buoyan: ture at last grew weary of a alck D ship. She even spoke of him once ‘able invalid.” She told'the world bis fretful temper and other defects. She also toki the ehe wae a patient, devoted nurse and comrade to him. There is mo authertt) but hers for the latter half of the statement. There were. w db “There te @ i doth sides. “We never addressed @ reproach to each, other,” she writes,.“except ence which, also, was the first and the final time.” i He besought her to marry him. She refused, and finally she deserted entirely. They met but once after that. Shortly before Chopin's death they came face td face in @ friend’s house. George Gand went wp with hands outstretched murmuring his name. He. grew deadly pale, his heel and le room. As he lay at the point of death, howevér, be. for her. Eithe: efused to come or else she was not admitted to hia | toom. He lay listening in vain for her step. With almost his ladt byeath aobbed: “She promised I should die ia no arms but here!” Set the boobs to come in.” “Your only hope se to Smith on the wing with a vised Mr. Jarr. “In the theaknical business it's better to have @ boob trap,” said young Mr. Slavin, “Maybe I'll get enough out of thie old gink to mt up one, Gimme o sheet of paper and @ lead pencil.” And, these being handed him, the young man who hed an opportunity’ to Go into busines by putting a lady (with & rich husband) on the etage started to copy Letter XII. verbatim, as follows: | “Honored sir: "When you look at the subscription you will remember my serving you with goode when I was apprentice to Mr. Hopkins, grocer, In Water atreet"— “By gollies, that sounds fine!” cried Gus. And Then the Boy Ran. Object of Envy. :/ HE little boy was carrying home the em) DEEP of from AR fowl that had contained tie, éather's ‘an. A Ot litte Presale” OM eats ner when a big bully appeared. “wah,” he ¥« “Do sou mind if 1 Bek thet bowl?” inquired |1 wus Billy Smithy” Mt Piabatively—t wl the bully, His mother was “Not a bit,’ said the emall boy, “wi mean that? Do you mind if I kick the old man tter,” ad- " Freddiet” abe ‘Billy, fas none of the nice things you bare, He he isd't as big 1 serone. "Hite ein bowl x bit,” the last the, Do you mind if I kick the I should Ike you to," |. woul! you! Then watch me! muily as be shattered the bow! to now?” "replied the small doy, The May Manton Fashions . H trated or elaborate as it 1s made of one ma- terial oF two... The ERE (a a-walst can” be- that T have been a little above two years out of my time”— “But, Shidney, you ain't done time yet!" orled his puzzled father. “You SHOULD be doing time, you loafer, bur yet you AIN'T.” | “which bave been spent in Mr. Hopkins's service’— “Who 4s this feller Hopkins?’ asked Gus. “Where does HE get in?” “Aw, cheese it! Hopkins 18 only a stall,” sald the young letter writer. ‘and the greater part of my wages have been given to support an aged mother, confined to a@ sick bed—" “Vat?” erled the elder Slavinsky. “Your mommer she ain't been sick at —Mr, Hopkins died about ten dave ago, and, having no family, his ex- ecutors, who are almost strangers to me, are going to let the shop. “By Chorge! That's a grand letter!” interrupted Gus admirt “Now I re- member Elmer readin, it to me and crying about that Hopkins feller dying, | T'lt bet he wae @ man mit a family, too, But go on,” “——-My worthy master,” young Mr. Slavinsky copied and read on tn the manner familiar to melodrama, “hae left me @ hundred pounds"— “Never mind weighing things,” inter- rupted his father. “Ask him for the money. I'm gett! nervousness!” “T have often heard of your benev- olence, and if you will advance the further eum necessary I shall be frugal"— “Fruegal won't have anything to do with tt,” eald Gus, speaking up, ‘He's @ hop dealer in Hoboken. Imports them hops from Bavaria. And he's a tight wad,” “You guya make me tired!” cried young Mr. @lavinsky. “Keep out of this!” And at this final brusque command the rest kept silent, ae Mr, Gidney Fancy Blouse for Misses and Small Women— Pattern No. 7,242, cuffs, t Patterm No. 7,24% is cut in sizes for ‘misses of fourteen, sixteen. ena eighteen years of age. 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