The evening world. Newspaper, March 28, 1912, Page 18

ie Sao Why Not? 1, Mos, 68 to Pe eametgicn hiss OMS anh hs ‘ a A the United States WHY NOT RECALL THE JURIES? HIS put that “recall of judges” idea away on the shelf and down to real business. Somebody has got to rise up and demand the recall of juries. {Twelve good men and true have found the ten indicted beef packers not guilty of criminal conspiracy to restrain trade! What does the Public eay to that? Could any judicial decision to Public Opinion? . Ien’t thia exactly the kind of the People’s Will that the recall is supposed to remedy? mind long ago weighed these pecking gentlemen | and found them wenting. The grasp of the beefy in more than the price of meat. Why, one can't Cos Cob until the butcher gets a written permit | in Stamford to buy it! to let them off!’ And -for whet reasons, foresooth? the heads of the jurymen were puzzled and tired with so figures! Because, whatever it all meant, the jury were sure people had not suffered’! Because, as one of the twelve said, mLove Songs of | A. Bachelor Git By Helen Rowland Copriight, 1918, ty The Prem Publiding Co. (Tho Mew Tew HAIL! THE AMERICAN MAN? _~ OU may sing of Apollo's perfection, Y Of Adonte, the lovely of face. You may pratee with persuasive inflection Bome matinee téol's rare grace; 9 But 4f from your raptures and ravings And pipe dreams you'll kindly emerge 1 will show you @ finer Young chap, for dtwiner A natty young man in blue serge, I have met driltent “Hohte” dplowutic, Bedecked in their riddone and stars; Have gated in delight quite ecstatic On gold-braided sons of ol6 Mars. Tihave seen giddy chappies from “Lunnon” In top hate—dut etttt do I urge There's none quite so stunning— Not- ONE in the running ‘With the natty young man in dive serge, Hea eoorn to wear top hat or gatten, Or @ monocte—heavens! Oh, nol He HATES to “Gress up like o walter,” He'e not in the least ont for show, One glance at the frille of the Frenchman Drives him straight to insanity’s verge— A clean shaven, snappy American chap, he Tie natty young man in blue serge! He’e fond of his slang and his fs Plain “United States,” not je. He scorns the broad “a,” and hte walk ts Athletic and nimble and straight. * Hie Rate ie close cropped and side parted His BHOULDERS—well, do I diverge When I say that to cry on, Or tean on, or sigh on, There's nothing that equale—bdlue serge! Oh, America’s no Uitle cipher, As you'll know if you've travelled, they sop. Bhe makes lote of things that you ory for In vain when you're far, far away. In rocking chairs, bath tubs and sodas In all things she's right in the van; But in this she’s the leader— And none can exceed her— Tc homegrown American MAN— Me The snappy, the plucky, The happy-go-lucky— The “dlue serge” American man! ar atlans end the Continent. and ‘All Countries In the Tnternational ROWLAND, ~ ly up without fuss or bother, threw off dull care, jolly dinner with the defendants, A pleasant the veins of “big busifiess,” Harvester Oompany and all was merry as « marriage bell, comes to think of it, what a silly old thing judges” notion was! Only in the Appellate, Oaurts identified with the deaiion. In other eourts ebout the law. And under the present system ignore a good part of what he says. gure way to get the will of the Peepual done | the juries. Ro-call ’em! Bring ’em back! THE COAT AND THE MAN. T. 0. CALLICOT, tong the ecoomplished editor of the : ) Domestic Dialogues. By Alma Woodward. Copyright, 1018, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). The Short Circuit. ae at with on. Goneviens's Sha out. - ,! brand tact oe Mr, G.—Those'll o, Now I have (ils, Grown puts bie key in the lock to find the fiat plunged in total darknew.) R. G. (in mudden fright)—Mary —Mary! ‘ Mrs. G, (from the midst of the gloom)—Look out! Don't ‘bump up against the hatrack, dare not become a nfliftant?” It's got a carving knife on it’ some- ‘Tis carto ia a little essay called . “FEB MIRACULOUS POWER OF CLOTHES, AND DIG. METY OF THE TAYLORS: Being an covey on the words Clothes Mahe Men, Trenoleted from the German. PAtiséelphia: Print PADAADAALAAABAAAADAABAABAAAABAAAAS Mrs. Jarr Frames Up a Nice New ‘ Declaration of Independence SAAABABAAALAAPAAAIBAAAAABBAAAAASDSA they can tvurl missles from passing have some glace to sever my tion with the ground. 5 Mrs G. (trembling)—Henry, you're talking awfully strenge—have you bed, anything to drink? Mr. G. (in disgust)—Oh, can set Gtmme those salt cellars, 4 Mre G. (shrieking)—My CUTGLASS” vadiation, If you desire to contribute ur mite the good work wil go on all bs ad esperting more confidently than and merit,” he concludes with a playful i "@ warning to ‘hose WRo undccomingly doaet with the their clothes, ae aforeseté, I will tell it ae @ eeoret : UINTUPLED SINCE 1800!” Paris is pluming hereclf in the newspapers on her increase of population in the last hundred and ten years. ‘We hurry to the shelf. The population of New York City in ‘wae 79,216. In 1910 it was 4,766,833. recouping hinge out of the general public. ‘Is there not @ safer way? Public utilities might be protecting wing of w Ly by fccnalidlaaalhc am time!" These words were uttered by & Dandsome young woman of superb figure owned in & modish garment of some eott, clinging materiales the lady Roveliste would eay. Our heroine would be flattered 4! hear this description, for our heroine !s Gone other than that fair young matron, charming hostess, excellent wife and fond mether—Mrs. Jarr of Harlem. ‘The person to whom she eddresses these remarks is a stout lady of some Afty-oda hard winters. She has e square Jew, @ equafe-cut tailor-made suit, equare-toed shoes-it is Mrs, Gratoh, the noted epffragist, ‘When women get the ballot, we will jall have a good time,” eald Mre, Gratch, ‘Tuts possibility didn't appeal to Mra. Jarr w any Great extent. “Now, I have called to see you,” con- tinued Mrs. Gratch, “at the sdlicitation of Mrs, Stryver, a Vety charming woman, @ very charitable woman, and one greatly interested in the Forward Movement. Ghe is enthusiastic over the fouriding of ¢! A Heroic Remedy. prompted the suffragist leader. confidence, my dear Mrs. Jarr, it is to more apeedily.' ‘What's it for, the Institute—— “Institute of Feminine bro pager in the vicinity of Regent street and Ox- ford Cireus, we could not trust our mil!- tant sisters except with cocks in stock- ings; when we emashed the three thou- sand windows on that etorious day. “In » some of our demon- jetrators were badly cut dy falling slags, end almost all of them were ar- rested, When women etudy and train at the proposed Enstitute of Ballistics trama, taxicabs and even from the op posite aidewalk, and escape injuny and arvest.” “T don't see what good breaking win- dows in London will do me,” sald Mrs. » “Ae I told you when you intro- yourself, I'm not interested in for Women or improving any- eoclel or material position—thet own, I'm going to have & and Jarr codked her head to one side as though to eay " ‘A short life but “But won't you have when you get the vote?" Grateh. “Can you feel your posttion as @ woman fn that you are denied the suffrage and are thu claseed with the criminal and the leane? Perhaps, though, you are so under the control of your husband that you IN MEDICINE By }. A. Hosih, M. D, Copyright, 1912, by The Pres Publidhing Co, (The New York World). N the 16th day of October, 186, Morton remained in Boston, intending there was held in the city of Boston a public cline where & surgical operation wes performed for the first time un- the influence thetic ether, Th Nquid had pre- viously been used by Dr, Morton for to study medicine. He even matricu- dated in Harvard, but never completed his course, Tt was ip September, 184, that Morton for the first time used ether most success- fully for the extraction of teeth. Fully | was for the poor, Beskies, it woukin't “I'd itkp to see him try to stop me|where! We've been trying to fiz the trom vofing or trying to vote if Z|qtree—we've hed a short circuit. wanted to!" oned Mrs. Jarr. Mr. G—@ay, what are you trying to For (but this ts tm confidence) Mr. end |ao—make a widower out of me? i Jerr weren't speaking just about | Where's a light, anyhow? janet Ittle quarrel abou strewber-| yrs. G.—There {ant ‘any light, and ea for breakfast, we hear, the only gas there 1s is in the stove! “Then why not enlist in the Cause?’| ger G. (tersely)—I got matchee—fust asked Oirs. Gratch. “Your frat duty | you stay where you are. being to subscribe te, the Institute of a. a fut of matabes Bellistics, You havea Uttle daughter, | anf fads’ us wey to the bal ‘would you wish her to grow up without| Mr. G.—What made the fuse blow oar bow te throw @ rook? Tolow? Grow up in the ignorance thet has sub-/ Mrs. G. (tlandly)—I don't know. I merged women through all the ages?” | tust went to turn on the hall Hght and ‘She's @ terrible child to scratch and | every other light in the fiat went out. Dinoh when ehe loses her temper, the! yar. G.—Oh, ;>u must ‘a’ done some- dear tittle angel!” sald Mrs. Jarr, her |nning to it—you don't get short circuits lighting up with maternal Oride a8/for nothing. (Throws off his coat and thought of the ability of little Emma /mst), well, I suppose it's up to me to in the feminine art of setf-detense. @x ft. There's en extra plug on top of “The very reason bh should sub-|the bovkoase. , ink what she feartuily)- would be able to do to a policeman! fb bial er ft, pee slaoal aa you're not bandy. And the first thing you know you'l get electrocuted, or ebmething! ‘Me. G, (Gleéainfully)—Do you suppose Té touch ft # I didn’t know all about |? All that’s necessary Is @ complete |tngulation. Have you got a step-led- der? Mrs. G.—Of course we haven’t. Don't you know. I'd never have one in the rouse because I was afraid the children would welk ynder tt and bring bad tuck of something? ¥ Mr, G.—Well, how am I going to Teach that thing? Mre, G.—2'N tell you what. I'l put that cretonne shirtwaist box across the arms of the morris oheir—that'll be high enough. Mr, G.—AN right. Got rubber gloves? “But the Cause, the Causel” cried Mra, Gratoh. “Oh, bother the Cause!” replied Mrs. Jerr. ‘Mrs. Stryver’e charities are to fget poor people's money to pey for them. I thought the Sage Foundation make my husband mad one tit if I be- came @ suffragette: He'd only 1 But it would make him mad of I w out and hed @ good time as he Se ES every other man Goss when they they have any excuse. No, I'l Greadtully!* ‘Take me atong,” said Mrs. Grat earnestly, ‘I'm a g00d sport too!" =m. zt ae this story from the Rook Isl. ‘lit eid if Mrs, G.—Only the pair I use to wash ‘boul | The Day’s Good Stories | salt cellars that I won et Mre. Goolt® bridge? I will not! Mr. G. (coldly)—Madam, ere Sou? punk salt cellars worth more to yeu than your husband's life? ! Mrs. G, (teartully, going in quest of them)—I think myself you're qving crazy, but if anything happens to you no one can say I didn't treat yourright) (Produces the salt celars.) i to constract, & ote what you call a complete y Mrs, G.—Say, do you think going to get thoso things to stamd’ your sylphilke form? il Mr. G. (raising one foot)—Just 76@ watch your Uncle Charite! (Pauses) Now, befors I get up I want te caution you not to go nesr the lighte-geu might turn on something, and then 3@ get a shock, (Starte the it.) Mom, I could get e grip on the wa anti) I got my fect on the board I'd be all right, s Mrs. G. (scorntully)-How can eny one get a grip on a wall? You'ré ap fly! Mr. G. (weartly)—Now, don't start ¢ argue, Mary, You'll make me and then— Say, maybe you thin relish this Job! Well, I want to ¢l you right here that I don't embe neil, sowert oh!l— (Suddenly & tong, 2 Sash complete inst yn!) . Janitor (at door)—Here’s a couple of candies. Main wire in de street duete® —current won't be turned on fer Gee hours! Mr, G. (feebly, from 4 wr what the—— Gay, That! avon, ane hort giroutts, anyhow? -—o IB fiance of a Loulsrille apending the winter in tion with his father's interestp a had quarter, re oS 1 effected eo ir met"? with thusiamm, “And how shall you keep heat" “I'm not quite certain,” wos the seply, ™