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Bre Bee Wain, ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH varus Ot nr RALPH PULT' J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr., Secret GecondCleas Matter. Hin hates ta The resins) For ‘Hngland and the Continent and for the United States ‘All Countetes in the International Year re 8 THROUGH ANY AND ALL CRISES THAT MAY OVERTAKE THIS NA- “TION, | AM READY TO PUT MY TRUST IN THE GREAT GOOD j SENSE OF THE PBOPLE. y JOSEPH PULITZER, ee Born April 10, 1847, — WHO OWNS THE PARKS? 8 SPRING comes on and the days grow longer and warmer the parks once more loom large in the life of dwellers in brick on the window sill at home? Have @ feeling that efter all these parks are something vaguely to “the city’—eomething to be trodden on \ ring of gerbuge that could boys stood by a hedge quite with eticke at the soft buds just even see what they were Keng kite raising performance « hundred Cora 0 Eine _ & young into the sky. With! NJ] "trom the aintneeom to ene are Fegularity of « piston he lifted hie right heel in the eir and Yer, But Me. Gratch, the mfi!- #t hard tutto the turf, He echleved « bole half « foot deop, |mem trate tagantant’ cases’ Od Ore, a “" In the midst of sa om the salakivle af the salou tt eng Geeeare, eal shrill command, “Look, Johnnie! |#e table and beeping te etteren in “Who te this Mr. Dinkstont” asked people were afl malicious de-|®tre. Gretch. “I don't like tis looks. ‘won't Mike!" hoodlums. to New York? Why did the open- Park to the public result in appalling wall that Herlemttes call e fromt room, achelor friends, I believe,” de Boulogne thousands of people with camp chairs beskets, games and playthings, spend whole days the grass and through the trees. Yet they contrive beautiful place as fresh and clean each night as they found it in the morning. j the people of New York make « special effort this season the parks as very really their own property, their own to be kept clean and fair. Let them resent the act of the Man who throws his newspaper on the grass in the park as much | “06 if he tossed it over one of their own fences. ‘The parks are the property of each and every one of us. It, |) Mould be our pride and pleasure to protect them, | ; ——_-++-—_—__. ROF. SARGENT of Harvard says sweeping and bread-making and scrubbing floors and running up and down stairs are, the best means in the world for making women’s figures tiful, Poor Professor! Until he learns artfully to fit those ‘Mrs. Gratch tn an altered tore, “Would you merry again?’ f voice, His Education. N English Countess who recently made » much heralded flying lecture trip to this country, and who returned abruptly and mysteriously, 1s now roported to have leased t castle to an American in the course of her stay here, Was this | My the advertioernent was so suddenly withdrawn? boy pring? What hae he “That hie father’s a milla... ‘she wertd ewes him a Hving.” m4 in ii Ita aR AR abit hall,” in the Girection of the Jarre’ “he's one of Mr, Jars “Oh, he isn't married, then?’ sald “Well, he may %e a very aice person, after ” Firm oF Cupip anocy a aus WE HAVE KE Swewest Pte ase Ss) You EVER SAW. HOUSE ano LOT AFINE VARIETY OR USED BABY— AND IF NOT SATISFACTORY. CARRIA asaaats Tee AS Goon as NEW AFTER ONE YEAR WE DIVORCE You FREE oF CHARGE ty) Pr in matrimony hed been rather disap- Dotnting.”” “Bo they were!” said Mrs. Gratch. “Go they were. But it's a hard world for @ lone woman fighting her way among other women for the Cause of ‘Civic Equality Cor her eex. He doesn't look like a good provider, but there’s eu uae what mightn’t be done with “But when women get the dallot they wil not need good providers; they can Provide for themselves,” ventured Oire. Coperight, 1912, ty The Frees Publidhiag Co, (The New York World), eyes, anyway—there's a whole lot of at-|tadies were greatly interested, “debt tractive things about me. Well, any-|4emotion may be more aptly described "ray, are you sport enough to stand for |8# & reverse method of fiduciary ad- Mz. G. (also conscious of new eap- “Z don’t know very much about dim,” | Perel)—Elegant! eeptied Mre. Jarr, her eye upon the form of the other visitor as|like this puts new life into your veins, the headed up the narrow crack in the |doesn't it? rate Mre. G. (breathing deeply)}—Weather Mr. G. (concisely)—Eh-huh! Mrs. G. (dreamily)—Why is it that spring atwaye reminds you of youth and running brooke and thinge? Mr. G. (eagerly)—Doesn't it? Mrs, G.—Wouldn't it be lovely to be young again—real young, you know—#o you could @kip rope and play hop- asked [scotch and eat pickles and chocolate Mire, Jarr, noting Mrs, Gratoh’s change |creams together? “T thought ‘your experiences| Mr. G. (serlously)—@ay, you talk as though we're an old lady's home! J don't consider myself out of the run- ning quite yet, you know, not by sev- eral eummers, to say notiing of @ couple of winters! Did you eee little Boldilooks tip me the wink just now when she passed? Mrs. G. (scornfully)—Oh, ehe thought you had money, Secause your clothes Mr. G. (resentfully)—@ay, maybe you think {t doesn't happen when I got my 014 clothes on, too? You can't really kiN @ sport, you know! There's alwaye @ something, @ rakish air of bonhomle that clings to him, to the end—I was born with it. Mrs. @ (very incredulousty)—Huh! Mr. G.—You don't believe it, do you? ‘Want me to prove (t? Come on! eay you're game, I'll just tell you what I'll do, You walk @ step or eo be- hing Pretend you're alone—and Tl walk straight ehead and look neither to the right nor the left, and I'll bet you that three or four women will turn to look at me on every block! Mrs, G. (simply, with a dash of satis- faction)—Well, maybe they would — that wtye that you're getting makes you look areduates Wie as though you're winking all the time! ‘Mr, G, (cotdly)—On, say, can't you for 1 and Chat] et that stye? You always zee my de- Goote! ~What'e the matter with your FIAPBAAAIAABAISAISABABARABAAAAAABAS Mrs. Jarr Learns a Nice New Way Not to Pay Old Debts. FLISAAAAAABAAAPDAPBAAASAAAAAAASAAABAA Jerr. Dinkston had seated himself at the “Who told you that?’ replied Mrs. | plano stool to keep anybody from play- Gretch sharply. “When women get the vote they'll make men support them even more thoroughly than they do ing. He did not like piano playing. It interfered with his conversation. “Are you actively engaged in any ae Oa. (ers swe Why Not? #4 camer) BE By Maurice Ketten | REPRESENT Historic Heartbreakers By Albert Payson Terhune. Copyright, 1012, ty The Prom Publishing Co, (The New Tork World), No. 84—LAURENCE STERNE—“‘Sentimental Journey” Man. 6 ALKING of widows, Eliza, if ever you are one, do not think of marrying some wealthy nabob. Because I design to marry you myself. My wife cannot live long, and I know not the woman I should like for her substitute eo well as yourself.” So wrote quaint oki Laurence Sterne to Mrs. Elisa Draper, wife of @ lawyer in India, planning for their wedding, and quite ignoring the fact that both of them were already married. It was a way that Sterne had. He was a social Hon. So popular was he that he had a solid list of din- ner engagements three months in advance. And people who wamed the honor of his presence at their houses were forced to eend in their applt- cations « quarter of a year in advance. Naturally such a man won hearts by the score. Women raved about him, and he complacently received their adoration. When, at the age of forty-six, he leaped into fame by means of a single book and found himself jthe idol of the literary and society world he had already had many love | Affairs. He used to write ardent love letters, keap copies of them and use the same letter over and over for his various sweet- hearts. Thie lator-saving contrivance more than once got him into trouble. (Byron later did the same thing—with the same results.) Sterne, while still young, poor and obscure, became engaged to @ Miss Lumiey. She was an invalid. At one time during the en- @agement she thought she was about to die. So she bequeathed her fortune to | Sterne. Later she grew stronger and married him. She was always a loving and devoted if not very patient wife. But he treated her abominably. Another girl who lost her heart to him was Catherine Fourmantelle. Cather- ine went insane (through love for @terne, according to some chroniclers). But hy immortalised her as “Maria” in tis “Sentimental Journey.” And before che Jost her mind'he used to eend boxes of candy to her, along with the rather over- ‘worked message that she was eweeter than any of the bonbons. He also wrote to her that hy would give a guines for the privilege of squeezing her hand. He @id not eay what price he thought @ kise would be worth at this ratio. ‘Then came the affair with Elisa Draper, in which he sent his newest ove the same ietters with which he wooed Miss Lumiey. The foregoing are but « few of Sterne's countless filrtations. His ¢ather wae an army officer. Much of the amusing military information in @terne's later writings was picked up while he was knocking about barracks towns as @ boy. He was born in 1713 and achieved no special fame until 1760. Then he brought out the first part of his book “Tristram Shandy,” and at once found himself world-renowned. The book would etrike tree modern readers out of five es deing intolerably long, coarse, stupid and almost devold of plot. But people in those days had more time @ read. A quaintness of humor, a charm of diction and the brilliant, masterly character drawing etruck York all London society thronged to honer the re- cently unknown writer. Volume after volume of “Tristram @handy” was DPudlished—nine in al during the next seven yeare—each carrying the thread of the story very little further than did {te predecessor, but each being hailed with ‘wild acclaim by the public. : Then Sterne's health went to pieces. If society's praise had turned his head, society’s food and late hours had aleo wrecked his constitution. He travelled for @ time through continental Europe in search of strength, and from his travel notes evolved the “Sentimental Journey.” This book is incomplete. It wae to have contained several volumes. But within @ month of the first volume’s publication Sterne suddenly sickened and. Ged. Of all the women who had loved him none was at his side when death came, ‘The heart-breaker died alone in his London lodgings March 18, 1768, Tabloid Tales OF OLD NEW YORK Copyright, 1912, ty The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World), VI.—When « Woman Jury Sat. |‘oSether. Then came the orter to the BW YORK'S frat and only wo- |SNeriff to assemble @ panel of tweive man jury sat in the Court of aor Mier and true, Oyer and Terminer March 12, | @ pigmy prisoner ehrink again? 17%, Chief Justice Richard | Not foe a sebeiont: Was the statuesque Morris presiding. Complainant devoured by the curious ® popular note. From Dr. Johnson to the Duke of | Domestic Dialogues. By Alma Woodward, now. Force hasn't worked in some |philanthrophy besides the Propaganda cases. I've tried force on two of my|of Plate Polishing you mentioned?” husbands and they only ran away, But |asked Mrs. Gratch of the gentleman on we'll have laws to make men support |the plano stool, as she took @ seat on their wives better, and fugitive husband | the sofa nearby. laws if they run away!" “I have been engaged to a slight ex- By this time the two ladies had ar-/tent in the demotion of debt,” sald Mr, tived in the front ‘room, where Mr.|Dinkston affably. “But I will admit remuneration hag not been lucra- “What is the demotion of debtt’ asked the militant suffragette. “The demotion of debt,” explained Mr. ‘Dingwton, “is @ process to assist those who desire to avoid in an honorable of their honest “For inatance,” he went on, seeing the my way of proving it? justment of pecuniary obligations, A Mre. G. (weartly)—Yes, go ahead, do | cient has been annoyed by & series of anything you Ilke—only no matter how |4unning lettere from a collection many turn around, Henry, I'll be able to |8ency, say. These letters are sent, ac- remember every minute of the time just | Coding to schedule, in o series ‘degin- how distressing you look in your sum. |"™#=s at ‘Form A, Number 1,’ and run- mer underwear! You know you can’t get |BINS, say, to ‘Form X, Number ss7, very forlorn things out of your mind |TheY Tange in tone from @ courteous cacily, Ge on, walk ahead. inquire to dire threats of unplessant (Mr, @, assumes 0 jausty stride and oa, legal processes, and from garnishee- On the first block three women favor him with 6 ments to incarceration.” You | @ peekers qianee; en. te cnpeet, r9} on the Wate, Mr. G. (coming to a halt)—Now! You wurely can't doubt the evidence of your own eyes, can you? Did you see that ‘bunch of skirts ruther—not « piker ‘among them, either! Now, do you see how easy it is for me-do you see what temptation assalle me every time I walk abroad? Mrs. G. (roused to defense)—Maybve you think you have a monopoly on that. Say, perhaps I couldn't rake up @ cou- ple of blocks of proof myself! I may Rot be a hour, but there's a sparkle and gmap that doesn’t bush unseen! You just walk @ step or ao behind and I'll Prove that—— My. G. (explosively)—Have you taken leave of your senses—have you lost all idea of modesty—have you-— Mrs. G. (obstinately)—Didn't do it? Mr, G.—diow often have I told you that the moral planes of the two sexes cannot be compared? We'll go home! You Mre, G. (sigeling)-Oh, you price-tag Don Juan! So that's what they were looking at! Isn't it great how much Popularity you can buy for $17.98? Mr. G, (in cold disgust)—Price tag nothin’! Didn't I tell you the same thing happens when I have my old clothes on’ (Pause.) Aw, what's the use trying to make your wife think you're @ masher! Heaven knows you can't look Uke @ ten thousand dollar beauty when REPORT. you enore—an’ she's always got that to/{s never so tame but what he will bite | | Petteme § ane wanted. AGG two conte Cor letter throw up to youl I “Well, don't I know that? Don't a lone woman get them? asked Mrs, Gratch. ‘Men expect us to pay what jwe owe; but deny us, with criminals and lunatics, the franchise. I for one have made up my mind to pay nothing until I can vote!” “The collection agencies keep com- Plex file index systems," continued Mr, Dinkston. ‘The first process of dept demotion is to answer on the dack of thelr dunning letters, as they request you, but to return Form A, Letter No. , with the index initials and numerals al- tered to, say, Form H, Letter No. ®, This throws their whole costly card in- dex system out of gear and into the ut- most confusion; a confusion which can never be straightened out until the ool- lection agency is thrown into bank- ruptcy through heaving to buy a new card index system and beginning ail over again. But the minute they en- Geavor to refile and index the account whose form letters and numerals have been changed, all 1s confusion and dis- ruption again.” "I'd lke to show you @ letter I have received from a firm of lawyers, asking me ‘to call amd eee their Mr. Brow- deit,’" said Mre, Gratch, “What on Sart Ge S07 WANs OO to eee their Mr, 8 an expert,” replied Mr, Dinkston, should think th lous to show you a tamo las did they request you not to feed or annoy him?" Mra, Gratoh sald they hadn't, “Then I would advise you to keep away,” sald Mr, Dinketon, “A lawyer er sting if you approseh teo mean.” ‘Was it a little joke of the Chief Jus- tice and his five Associates? Dignity forbid the ¢hought! Why invite pro- eedings for contempt after these 123 Peaceful years? John Meeker, a very smal young man, ‘was the prisoner on trial. He had been ‘maicted on the charge that he did “by force of arms” kidnap and sbduct one Jessie Angel with intent to compel her into bonds of wedlock, Jesse, if it may be said with no peril of ibel, seems to have been heard of ‘before in the community, She wes tall and stelwart and angular, looking quite capable of taking care of herself in a fair ecrimmage. And when ashe con- eased to twenty-four years there was one to say “She has made the same confession for a decade or more On hearing of the Indictment, eo the story goes, the Justices put their heads and forbidding two eyes of every woman in the court room and in the jury box? The jury had been out till Justices and Officers and all hangers-on were tired when somebody thought te send for them. Certainly they had a verdict, and had had it from ¢he start. They had been talking of many things, Oh, yes, the man at the bar was inno- cent, and his accteer was a wicked, Persecuting woman who could not tell the truth. Different words, but such was the sense. Concerning the case— There was skating on the Mast River in those days, and It was alleged that John took Jessie firmly by the hand and gkated her ewiftly and flercely up and avay toward far Connecticut, “Bhe asked me ¢o skate,” defended John, “and I was too much’ of a gen- tleman to refuse.” HE Uttle coat that is loose and simple yet can be but-