The evening world. Newspaper, March 23, 1912, Page 8

¥ 99 {She Liscasses “Sm THE “RI from Woman's Fotnt: By Helen Rowland i Coperight, 1912, by The Prew Publishing Co, (The New Toes Well ¢ CAN'T understand,” quoth the Rib, 66 her embroidery frame % the light | stabbing a green and yellow Aly through the -NO. 18,477 WHY WAKE US UP? AN this be true? Are we to have forced upon us a new- fangled street car—a street car the designers of which admit | they have failed in s hundred ways to make inconvenient | end uncomfortable? Strong, manly strapholdere are said to have |, broken down and wept when they saw the new model. Women in tight hobbles were speechless and aghast as they skipped with a : ‘dingle skip from the ground into the side door of the new con- _ tettvance! i? Are platforms, then, to be taken from us? Shall we never | 4 again find ourselves clinging to the lower step of 4 moving car behind | even women and « boy, each trying to find a nickel, while the con. | Gactor joyously invites us to “go up forward”? Shall we never) again solve the problem whether to get out by the front or rear door? | We cannot believe that an old friend like the New York Strect | Railways Company, alias the Metropolitan, is really going to change | its neture with ite name, and systematically interfere with the dis- | comfort of its patrons; that day by day these old cars are to be torn | from us ruthlessly and forever! What if the Brooklyn Rapid Transit Company should hear of this? Could THEY so forget all their traditions as to lend them. | selves to such doings? Why need they ever know? | , s . e Tf these new street care really come we stall have to be on| guard lest wore things follow. Some city commission might! i ake it into ite head to travel abroad and look out of the window. | 4, We might hear presently that just bocause London, Paris and Berlin | i chosen to take pains with themselves, we must give up the pic- ) tareeque holes in our pavements and the old-fashioned waves and ; creases in our asphalt. We might be told that being eo rich doesn’t | give us the right to be the worst dressed city in the world. | We must set a limit. We will not be pushed ahead so! Never ean WE be induced to put up with thousands of silent running, cheap taxicabs stealing about our streets daring us to get in and ride a couple of miles for the ridiculous sum of twenty-five cents! What do we care that every big city in Europe has them? Haven’t we got A subway? And haven't we enough to do talking about new ones? No other cities have subways. If they do we don’t know it—or “want to. ° We have just heard that another snooping commission has found tout thet fifty cents of the dollar we lay out for what we eat in New York goes to various people who hand food about among them- - felves after it gets into the city; that cold storage speculators get twenty-five cents a pound on butter and thirty cents a dozen on eggs. Some busybody says that food distributing methods in New York Clty “are chaotic and extremely wasteful” compared with the more hhighly developed plans in Berlin, Vienna and Paris and in some ‘American cities. Fortunately, what these commissions find out and fuss about | __ rarely comes to anything. We're not worrying much about THAT. ¥ % ° * ° We understand some cities have a prejudice in favor of clear, pure water. We're broad minded. We understand this. We should » rather like it ourselves. But we pay people to tell us from day » to day that we're GOING to have it pretty eoon, and we are sure | _ tomebody promised us a fine filtering plant some day. So what; Goes it matter how black the water is? A e e e . What these people who find fault can’t seem to understand Me that.riding in old cars, falling into holes in the street, being @mashed up ‘in expensive taxicabs, paying top-notch carriage fares and drinking dirty water all save money and put it into eomebody’s pocket. Isn't our sim to provide everybody with a comfortable living? Aren’t we doing it? Think of the solid fortunes, the marble yes the luxuries of fife and travel we may have conferred with fifty-five cents on the eggs and butter! e e es Tet usalone. It can’t be timo to wake up! " —_——_—_—_—_— Whet te the life of man? Ie it not to shift from side to cide, from sorrow to sorrow? To button up one cause Of vesation and undutton another? LAURENOS STDRNE, att i . i a. | Letters from the People 1 im all cases! This te wo theory, but the practical experience of one who hes ad many yeare’ experience in handMng elevators in buildings over twenty stories high, and who has test- ed dt in eeveral accidents. JAMES P. CULLEN. “Hew fart” To the Baitor of The Evening World A man has a garden in equilateral triangle (200 foot si ‘Duilde a tower on each corner, 90,40 and © fot high respectively. What should be the length of a ladder from « fixed point within the triangle to reach the top of each tower? How fai pillar wil the foot of the lad ve? CLARE. 4 $ Aj ill interest some Give me advice as to i 4 ‘The “Time” Problem. ‘To the Editor of The Brening World: ¢ following Ja the solution of A. T. @'a “time” problem: Let D = diameter of wheel, 6 ft. Let C = circumference of what (unknown) aod P = ratie of C to D, th value of which ts 81416., P D = 8.106 x 5 om 15.706 ft, circumference of wheel. Bf the wheel makes 16 revo- lutions per minute, 160 x Se te rt) AW, gimme five cents for mar- Dies, wontoher?” whined the Uttle Jarr boy. “Now, papa don't you do it!” int mother. ‘ Syftiohing On, . ‘tile only w res, They don't | ne could not mat thelr Httle banke—in ‘success abroad, and only constant ‘Willie, Emma, | “Josephine received a very imperfect education, but her ni anke?” y where is YOUR littie| turning to had, let me seo— you ted ¢wo quarters that Mr. Jase, out of th was in ow married old c———~ | giad to have a reason for deserting his wife, But a kind of reconciifation fol- Mrs. Jarr Turns Bank Examiner, And Can't Find Even a Deficit P9OSSSSSSSSSSSSSS 9999989999995 9099 SOTTO OOD OTTIIISF dollar your father used to give you on your birthday. I genereily used to buy you something with it, but once it was put in your bank.” “A burglac took my bank, maw. A durstar came in every night and atole the money. If I had a plato! I'll bet he woulin't come in!” cried young Mun- Mr. Smith. Amd you had the two quar- tere she gave you to go out. And you hed the pennies oki Mrs, Dusenberry Gave you for running errands, and the [The World’s # # wv ws Great Women By Madison C. Peters. . by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Wortd), JOSEPHINE; Napoleon's Star. ARIE JOSEPHINE ROSE TASCHER DE LA PAGERIE, first wife of Napoleon I. and Empress of the French, was born in the hamlet of ‘Trois Lets, near the town of Gt. Pierre, Martinique, on June 33, 1763, Her tather went to Martinique from the vicinity of Blois, France, in the first quarter of the ber ssbapacte ei Alas iad ae, baiorvond be ‘wor! e met wi no er dcaty ‘onstani favors, perststentiy’ @icited from his rel-i® quick Dut exoruclating pinch on the ive. He tdled his time in gaming, éntrigue | Hemty on ot gg gg pins oe end aponging. His onty asset wee in hie birth, as the oldest son of 0 moe an |father, while Master’ Jerr sheteked plantations, | “ees. “There now! Look at thet! Did any ever see euch chiléren? And you Httle girl. “Willie took it, an’ Willle took the money out by putting a table knife in the slot and shaking the bank :Jslde down," cried the little girl. “Tattle-tale! Tattle-tale!" shouted Master Jarr. ‘I took the money out @o you could go to the ‘novies’ after hool. You didn't know how to get You went, too!” |. “You etways took ten cents out of my bank after your money was An’ you never tooked ‘me to the ‘movies’ with your money, but Copyright, Mary Rangle is your beau’ “Bhe da not! It ain't doy. And he elmed « slap at his dear little alster, but that edroit young lady dodged in under it and, at close and sate quartere for herself, administered 1 atives in France, kept him and his who knew her. Her companions, in the mats, were negroes who {dolised her, Untaught, unrestrained, little Yvette, as Josephine wa |, developed into a beautiful Httle animal, with hardly more moral sense and leas of responsibility, At ten years of age she wes sent to @ convent, A few monthe after Josephine had come eut of the convent her father, pro- posed that she go to France and merry Alexander de Beauharnais; though she not dim eince she was seven years old and he ten. The father, M. de ,,| Beauharnais, who had been the Governor of Martinique, was rich and in favor o| With the King vee And soreness. | aan, oonge his conduct was | Rot always creditable, the best he coul family, ro _« By this unhappy unton Josephine had a eon, Eugene, afterward Prince, and hovel ght en eae ie bl but mumbled that Willie had tried to etep his sister, “Then it he did, why 4Xin't you pun- heart, “why that unfortumate society wemam ment. “WHAT!” “I bought aome beautiful calmly fastening a knot in her thread. Jearn anything about honor?” of honor; that green ettk, Mr. Cutting. “What disgrace?” interrupted the Rib oweetly. fling isn't diegraceful—for a woman; it's merely “Honor?” inquired the Rib in innocent surprise. : ‘a a matter of law. Lawe are mote by mend and potion 6nd Sean | And what 4 & poor, weak minded, tender, feminine about such welshty enattera? Dear me! You men arp inconsistent. Pass ma. should have committed qulcite just beessuse | she was caught smuggling.” “JUST because? ” repeated the Mere Man in astentshe “Can't you realize the disgrace”—~- j The Mere Man nearly tipped over his chair in aatonSyhment. emugeted ace the other day,” “At least, the man ald it was emuggiod, and i was awfully cheap and euch a dove of a pattern! ‘Lord! Lord!” murmured the Mere Man raising hie eyes piously, “Genugeling ien/t © matter” little thing uméesstend “If you are going to talk Woman's Rights”"— began the Mere Man, passing the wrong ekein with one hand and reaching for his tat with the other. “But I'm not!” protested the Rib hastily. much rather be able to—er—ineinuate a nice, $1,000 pearl necklace privileges. I'd into this country free of duty than to LEGES every time!" “Tm ‘merely talking ebout her be able to wote. Give me my PRIVI- t “Give you what?’ inquired the Mere Man helplemly. “Alimon; explained the Rib, “and a seat in a street car, and the lest word, and somebody to pay for my lunches and theatre tickets and bon bons and taxicabs and”— “Tve offered ym all those things several times,’* interrupted the Mere Man, “But whet have THEY got to do with cheating Uncle Sam?" “CHEATING! repeated the Rib in Gam,’ anyway? Just a mythical person, contemptuously. emuggiing is STEALING—stealing from “There you go again!" me!" The Rfb emfled trtumphantly. woman—a ‘nice’ woman, I mean—being Land of the Free? I never have.” last word in ovurt?” inquired the Mere ishment 7 “No!” returned the Rib indignantly. wants—not her legal rights, but woman | cand ‘by whom, Madam,” inquired rights been granted her?” broidery frame aloft, dramatically. softly. “No! Who?" queried the Mere Man. “MAN, the eon of Adam!” answered HOSE robbers who are holding ‘up the women ticket agents on the Brooklyn L roads must de pretty cheap crooks," remarked the head polisher. “Weil,” asked the laundry man, “what do you think of the cor- | ~s, oration that em- ploye women to eel] tickets on L stations at night? How are you im- | pressed ‘by the | eT wealthy leading male citizens of New York who, as directors of the B. R. T, plant young women alone on re- ‘mote L atations during the night, sub- aor ‘| Jecting them to the attecks of robbers and ruMfians? “Because of unfamiliarity mith night . Nothing but orying need, it would appear, could force @ woman to @ call- Hortense, a daughter, who became Queen of Holland by her merriagy with |... t has =| Louls Bonaparte, and was the mother of Nepoleon III. io Sef A pabt eataletedy inlngg Im 1782, when the English made a descent on Martinique, Besuharnaie o2-| semi: can't I have fiv: Neted far service there and fell in love. His new love persuaded hkn that] marbies with, paw?’ Josephine had love affairs of her own before she left Martinique to marry tim, {and although there was never any proof of the stories related to him, he was hined the boy, bibing the pinched place on his arm returning te his original demand. “Marbles?’ queried Mrs. Jarr. ‘Mar- lowed between De Beauhamais and Josephine. They continued to live apart. |/iies with snow on the ground? What but they saw each other constantly in eoclety, Though an ardent advocate of sense! rt Mverty and equadty and one of the promoters of the constituent assembly, |p testing” | MATIN martian | Beauharnais wes arrested suspicion, during the Reign of Terror, and gent! ‘yeq they all are. We're playing them to the scaffold. Josephi efforts to secure his release caused her own tm-/i, the hall, and in Issy Slavinsk: t. Her children were reducpd to euch extremities that Eugene be-|ra:her's shop till the enow goes. @ carpenter's apprentice. ‘When Napoleon was still an obscure officer he met Josephine at a reception once determined to marry her, though she was «ix years his senior and | y, ith two ohildren.. After pressing hie sult through the fall wee jeter E 2 Hd tHe] Het Hy Hi *!;would cost more, hia is @ serious | that water eoaked corporation is now conte to buy | fag eo foreign to the inatincts of her ot course men agents et night question with the B, R, T., although 0B @ dividend desis, paying, I am in- formed, 5 per cent. “In this connection I find myself ask- ing for knowledge, Should the B, R. T, fin the fight it ## meking, through ekil- fut accelerators, for the privilege of operating the new eubwey Mnes in Man- rattan, would it import from Brooklyn the women night tloket agent?” claimed the Rib, “telking about vague ‘Who I8 the Government? Tell me whose money I'd be taking !f I brought in, say & lovely Doucet gown without—er—mentioning it? things, anyhow, and what RIGHT has he to make us pay for things for which we've already paid? You're perfectly logical, Mr. Cutting!” “Oh, well!” cried the Mere Man, throwing up his hands in helpless despatr.. “Go out and smuggle, or shoplitt, or MURDER, if you want to! a horrified tone. “You don’t think T'@ cheat, do you, Mr. Cutting? What on earth has Bringing in a few gowns afd Jewels and hats free of charge to do with cheating? Pshaw! Who ts ‘Uncle an allegarical figure, a figment of the imagination Hke Santa Claus and Liberty and the Apollo Belvidere: You can’t Cheat a person who doesn't EXI@T!" and the Rib waved her embroidery frame “But don't you eee,” urged the Mere Man, leaning forward earnestly, “that the GOVERNMENT?” * ny WHO gets the duty of Don’t siné, “Oh, I don't care much about muriering or burgling,” she eald sweetly. “But {f I DID, nobody would punish me for those things. They never do punish &@ woman for little things like that in this country. Why ehould they? We poor, ignorant little things can't be expected to know anything about law breaking— any more than about law making. But, ecatously, have you ever heard of & punished for anything ehe did in this “How about that Judge who fined his own wife $% for trying to have the Mau triumphantly. “Wasn't that pun- “It was tyranny—cruel, un-Ameriaan tyranny! The last word was HER'S by ditine right. That's what the average Her divine rights!" they Mere Man ironically, “have these “By ‘the god of things as they are’!” exclaimed the Rib, waving her em- “And tyou know who THAT is," she added the Rib solemnly. The Weck’s Wash. By Martin Green. Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), in Ohio gave to Johnny Kilbane, the Prizefighter, when he returned home @ champion, on St. Patrick's Day?’ “It would have ‘deen strange,” anewered the laundry man, “if thre shadn't been a holler over little Johnny's reception. The pec le who complain of {t are human ice water tanks. They ought to be equipped with ecales end fing like @ fish. “Cleveland turned out end did hiaor to a boy wh.» has accomplished somes... | thing big. He is the best man of weight. The best man in gay tne entitled to the acclaim of tis, men. This is irrespective of his of activity, The great warrior, Great preacher, the great statesmen {# Gn object of interest, not only for whet he Je but for what he has done, “One of the objectors to the Kilbane reception said that while it was true that Johnny Kilbane supported tie Parente end does not cuss or emoke Qrink and is @ proud and ‘happy éms- (band and father, there are thousands of other boys in Cleveland who are tn Me same class. z “This ia quite true, But these ofher ‘boys haven't come across with anything . foig. Johnny Kilbane wae gified Oy nature with a stout heart, strength, agility, aggressiveness and good nature, He used his gifts in the direction 6€ acquiring fame and forty “Nobody boosted himelong. He tought hia way to the top. And every man witn fed diood in his veins loves @& fighter, If Johnny Kilbane had been the same as thousands of other boys—f he had lacked the epirit of initiative, the’ + confidence that he could accompiieh whatever he eet out to do, he would ¢o- day be a mechanic or clerk or moter man in Cleveland earning from $18 week down,” [Now the Beauty Cabel_} 66] SEE." oaid the head peltemer, ] “that Andrew Carnefie hea given ‘the ‘world.”” to the public the prettiest git i “If she doesn't look out,” sala We ‘ . | | e | |