The evening world. Newspaper, June 8, 1912, Page 8

eve Fee atori. ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. 600 Geahed Dally Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nee, “ated “3 ‘Park Row, New York, RALPH PULITZER, Presteent, 62 Park Row. JL ANGUS SHAW, Treasur, 63 Park. Row, JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Gecretary, 3 Park Row, $$ an fered at the nt New Tor: 4-1 Rates to Bho Beenie For nd as Gecon for the United States ‘ ——o Matt tie Continent and tn the International mn@lan All Cour ..NO, 18,554 HE “gangs” are at it again! WHY SO GENTLE WITH GANGSTERS? While the leader of one gang is in the hospital recov- pene ne a tn RE ES | | alpo K\ ' I T ering from pistol wounds, another gang is storing up mag- azine guns with which to “got” him as soon as he comes oul and raising « fund to defend the man who shot him. . Meanwhile the police, in possession of much information, are @ircling around perfectly sure they can round up these gangsters at @ ) proper moment, and at the same time expressing cynical doubts as to whether the courts can be relied upon to do anything worth speaking of when the prisonets stand before them. “We land crooks and gunmen in court,” declare the police, “and then the judges promptly permit the prisoners to escape by fixing ridiculously low beil. And when the prisoner's guilt is to be passed upon we have to bring him in roped, tied, branded and with a con- fession, before the judge will even consider that perhaps the nan did something in order to find himeelf in such a situation.” It must be admitted that the extraordinary number of times eome of these marked gangstors have been arrested only to be sct free or mildly sentenced in court lends point to the sarcasms of the police. Unrestrained free-handed police action undoubtedly has its dangers. But what about a state of things where bands of roughs ean point confidently to a long etring of easy sentences or comple!e “get offs?” Is this a lesser danger? | Or can the city feel greatly edified to hear that a gentleman khown as Louis the Lump, notorious crook, man-killer, beil jumpor and fagitive, is at present negotiating through members of the city government for an easy sentence in, return for his surrender? Arbitrary police methods may be bad. But what about easy Jedges and political parleyings with professional bad men and thugs? ea ay See COMFORT FOR GRADUATES. 0 THE thousands of young men and maidens who troop forth I at this commencement season from college and university brim full of learning and lenguages—congratulations. And lest accomplishment seem ended and the founte of wisdom ty, let all take heart from the example of a young Italian, by name Messofanti, who graduated a hundred years ago, and who, along with the best general education of his time, possessed himself of Letin, Greek, Hebrow, Arabic, Spanish, French, German and Swedish. At twenty-two he was appointed university Professor of Arabic and then Professor of Oriental Tangnages. Finding time heavy on hie hands be meade himself master of English, Portuguese, Dutch and Danish. Then he polished off, one by one, the Slavonic tongues, Russian, Polieh, Bohemian, Servian, Hungarian, Turkish; also Irish, Welsh, Wellechian, Albanian, Bulgarian and Mlyrian. Fearing idlo- ness, he added to his Hebrew and Arabic, Syriac, Samaritan, Chaldean, Sebale, Chinese, Coptic, Ethiopie, Abyssinian, Amharic and Angolése, finding time the while to acquire Senecrit, Persian, Koordish, Georgian and Armenian. Not only did he read and write these languages, but he spoke tiem as well, As he modestly puts it: “Nor did this cost me much trouble, for in addition to an excellent memory, God heth gifted me with remarkable fleribilty of the ongant of epecch.” The poet Byron, who met him about thie time, described him as “a walking polygiot, a monster of languages and a Brisreus of part of epecch |” At fifty he could write and speak fifty languages. But as he Began jost ‘then to conceive a violent fondness for dialects, before he knew between seventy and eighty tongues. fa described as “invariably speaking in cach language with and in most cases with the fluency of a mative.. His promunciation, his idiom, hie voosbulary, were alike unexceptionable: even the familisr words of everyday life and the delicate turns of con- vereational speech were at his command. He was equally at home in the pure Parisian of the Faubourg St. Germain and in the Provencal @t Toulouse. He could accommodate himeelf to the rude jargon of the Black Forest, or to the classic vocabulary of Dresden.” (Withel he knew thoroughly the literatures of all the Innguages Sie reed and spoke. He used to eay that he had never forgotten any- thing he had ever read or heard. All these accomplishments he carried with an exceeding ease and grace which so impressed his countrymen that they made him Keeper of the Vatiean Library and later Oardinal, thet he might have some csoupstion wherewith to fill his days. ee ANNE MORGAN has persuaded a big new hotel in this city to eet aside a whole floor for Jone and unprotected woman guepte. Mrs. J. Borden Harriman allows it’s a good idea and hopes it will work, but—ventures a doubt: “y om not sure but what the women will prefer to be where the mon ere‘after all. They will at least feel at home and safe wilh men about.” Will they? at remains to be heard. The debate is on! ar di oe Tene ale WOMAN who has just secured a divorce testified that her husband insisted on having his breakfast served in bed and hecame involved in debt. ‘Wise and upright judge!” Any man who habitually takes his breakfest in bed is either a hopeless loafer or a geniug, No woman should be compelled to live with either, Letters From the People The “Permutation” Pussie. To dhe BAitor of The Krening World: and the result depends on the grade of Petience of the man who elaborates or Y Co, ae ha AYBE you and Mr, Jarr would “M Mike to take a walk around the neighborhood?” suggested ire. Jarr after supper. Mrs. Jarr wae speaking to Mr. Jen- kine’s trother-in¢aw, Mr. Henry Philip Graves of @yracuse, She had carefully thought over this remark before she made it, but Mr. Graves was eu! @iemai gentleman he was getting her nerves. “I @on't believe I care to go any- where,” sald Mr. Graves, when Mrs. Jerr egal jeated the excursion into the neighborhood. ‘I'd rather stay re. It seems wafer." “Ot course; it's much safer,” sald Mra. “but, really, I am going out to call on a friend, and I didn't think you two ‘would care to stay indoors a nice even- ing like this,’ “The golf.iinks at Syra the cemetery,” Mr. Graves without heeding Mrs. Jarr. 1 think of corpulent, “Ah, when perepiring men whacking the earth with clubs of grue- fome shape and sending white gutta percha spheres across the last resting Place of those whom it were better we ‘were in tranquil sleep beside, and when as A True Compromise. ——s | \ ! | | | Responding to the query of William bes gy the rere, If W. Taylor Tayler, “Will readers ~ know how many permutation = hit Too, can — <. tne be made from the werd (chat ie in : werd “Unquestionably?” T would eay | tutte ces te artonged er piece , many wars of sonitcuten cea 'e| as’ abate eg =” he seh vom meny words of signification can ( from the word. Tt can be denel "Pants + «Jen, 706,872,800 ty elaboration or by composition, , & ACKER, 4 » “Gell @ convention?” to, and my wife Se we've com- my net going.” @rP The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday. Jun THE TRAIN Wy Sheen NOT BJan Re IN -Mr. Jarr Escorts a een il T think of the profanity that makes the etiiiness shudder decause all balls that 0 over the cemetery walls are out of play"— “Wouldn't you rather have the than the lay?” interposed Mr. Jarr. mean wouldn't you rather be playing golf than repgesing in the cemetery?” a Ral teehee ~ieadt Seine nae Domestic: Dialogues. By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1019, by The Preas Publishing Co, (The New York World) Mr. G. (gractously)—For the love of il Ll shee baa TRIP. Mike, why don’t you think of all these red oo ; things before I close the door? Now I (aaerncgrs: Me. Orme, Mv, Greee end WHlle | Ae to put down all thie junk, get the . boiling | keys out of my pocket an'— Pon: selene enn, up| Mrs. G.—Wel!, DO !t! Don't stand if you want to catch that doat. - . Mrs,-@. (amtabiy)—Well, it’s your fault! Why @idn't you get up in time? Mr. G, (aieo amiably)—Why didn't you Pick out a place where they have more than one boat a day? Mra. G, (bitterly)—Well, if I waited for .you to suggest going some place I Suess the firat trip would be when they shoved me in, feet first! qu for knowledge)—Where 0 they shove you'in feet first, Ma? Mre. G. (hastily)—Get your coat— Mr. G. (ound to start something)— What does he have to take his coat for? It's as hot ae blazes. Why doesn’t he take his mittens, too? get that plano ruined before I've paid the last instalment on it you're mis- taken. “(The Green family re-enters the flat.) Wille (rushing ahead)—I'll close ‘em, Ma! Mra. G. (shrieking)—Willle, don't you DARE go near those windows! Henry! Henry! go after him, will you? The child’ ki himself! (Mr, Green makes @ wild dive after tearing down the hall again, dragging Ms heir by the third finger of hie left hand.) Mr. G. (excttedly)—Go on now! Beat it! Ring the elevator bell. (The family exits. The door slams.) Mrs, G. (contentedly)—Well, at LAST we're on our way! Mr. G. (clapping his hands to his pockets)—Great gune! it's in the flat! Mrs. G, (sternly)—What's in the fat? Mr. G. (desolately)—The key! 1 left the keys on tho piai Mrs. G.~NOW you've gone and done it! How tn the world did you ever come to leave the keys on the piano? Qr. G, (viclously)—Don't ask me a question like that! That's a—a—, And they/Gon't allow pase keys in this house, writing paper box? It's got hard-botied | and this ie a holiday and no locksmiths egge in it. Where ts it? are open. The prospect is hilarious, ‘Willie—I don't know. I guess Pa's got (isn't it? att Wille (with rapture(—Hee!—hee! Mr, G. (wrathfully)—t @uess NOT!| Ma G. (thunderousty)—Shut up! Catch me carrying hard-boiled eggs! Mrs. G. (resigned)—Well, I suppose Mra. G. (significantly)—You've carried ' we've missed the boat, anyway. worse things! Mr. G. (with venom)—MISSHPD IT! Mr. G.—Now, put the hammer away,| Why, they're putting it tn drydock for old jady. It's working overtime, This|the winter! fe @ \Roliday, remember, ‘Willie (anxious to be of ai4)—Don't you care, Ma. We'll have fun, anyway. We'll sit out here on the steps in the hall and pretend we're on grand- stand; an’ we'll eat our lunch an’ every time any one gets off the elevator we'll hodler things at ‘em like the people do to the baseball players, an’ then get ewatted for it! An'— (Just then Mr, AND Mrs. Green make Mra. G, (indignantly)—It may be cold It coming back on the boat to-night. you had the care of that chttd he'd ha: been dead by now! Mr, G. (sweetly)—Certainty, ww: heart; you know Willie (from the distance)—Come on; T'm ready, Ma. Hl ‘Mra. G.—How many lunch boxes have you got, Wille? Willie—Two, The one with the cake and the one with the pickles, Mre. G. (in distress)—Where's the ‘old ledy,'@Pa. It makes ‘ant she'll jaw me al) day! \ (The Green family finally exits, eac- ‘companied by much tmpedimenta.) Mrs, G. (Just as the door snaps shut) —Henry, did you close the parlor wine dows? Mr. @. (grimly)—1 DID NOT: Mrs. G.—Well, we must close them, | swift and well directed lunges toward because most oly it'll rain before the, Willie, Ard Willle, poor kid, gets bis, U get at! wet.' because Ma and Pa missed the boat!) yx ROM ESWGEING FS) wir Ne MEN Human Gloom- Dispenser Around Fair Harlem. HKAASAAAAABBABABSAAAAS I ANAAANBBARAS “I would not," replied the melan- gholy man from Syracuse. “Golf is sim- Ply a@ function that prolongs the lives of undestrable citizens.” “You'd rather be beside your first wife, then?” asked Mrs, Jarr, interested at this eVidence of morose sentiment- ‘ality, th ther my second wife were lying sighed Mr. Graves. ell, you'H thave to go out!” sald Mra, Jarr, abruptly rising, “for I'm going out. The ctdldfen are out. And it’s the girl's evening out.” As there was nothing else to do, Mr. Jarr led the visitor, wh: Mrs. Jarr gave him a significant glance to indi- cate that ehe did not want hm to return with ¢! mal guest, “My friend, Mr. Graves, from Syra- there talking. If you think I'm going to|Cuse, Gus,” said Mr, Jarr, as he in- troduced the mournful man a few min- utes later. “You remind me of a man I knew in Syracuse,” said Mr. Graves to Gus, “Just your bulld, just your complexion, Ran a saloon, Looked as healthy as you do. Was serving me a gin fizz, Dropped dead. Give me a gin fizz.” Willie, closes the windows and comes! ™xing gin fi “Elmer, ma! this fizz," cried Gus to hi 'y gollies! It ‘body 18 to drop dead what am I paying a bartender fifteen doilars a week for?” “It won't save you when your time comes," said Mr. Graves. “I knew an- other man of full habit, like yourself, He also ran a saloon on Railroad street In Byracuse. He died of heart failure reaching up to turn on an electric fan.” jus was just about to turn on the electric fan, but drew away quickly and ordered Elmer to do It. “Mr. Dinkstos, Mr. Gra id Mr, Jarr, introducing the poet and ex-her- mit, who came in at this point. “Glad to meet you, sir, glad to meet you!” sald Mr, Dinkston, “It I were to tell you that you are the lvls image of a man I knew that was killed {n @ moving picture panic what would you gay?’ asked the man from Syracuse. “I could only reply to that in the words the poet,” anawered Mr. Dinkston, ich were as follows: “When the matter was brought to the captain's attention, He was very much astonished at what had been done; And he made Big Bill a second leftenant And put! him in oharge of the starboard gun!” AAAAAAAAIANASAABABBIBABBABBIABRAB SS)’ | Ufe, after it is built, but it 1s eo much better to find her in the very beginnin| | her Divine Ladyship. Coprright, 1912, by The Pree Publishing vo, (the Now York World), How to Build a Bungalow. HIS {e the magic time of the year at which I begin building my anmusl dungalow—that perfect, delectable, impossible bungalow—in Spain, My friends, who have real houses—houses with rooms, an@ walls and roof ind hot kitchens, and doors that won't work, and water . Dtpes that freexe, and cellars that leak, and wives that sometimes get fidgety or crose—don’t know what they are misving. Fancy living in the same house year after year, when you might have a new one with a new wife im it every spring! Last year, for instance, my “bungalow” was @ near-Colonial affair, with ao wide veranda and quaint little pillars and formal garden. A golien-hatred divinity, just to match, stood within th ately, old-fashioned doorway and gazed gerenely out over its well-kept lawns and shaded walks. ‘This year it is a dozy, snuggy little thing of rough stones and white ff and brown shingles, covered with vines and cuddled down amid'a heap of roses. that scramble over one another, just like the curls on the head of a certs petite, lovable, livable, brown-eyed girl I know. Tike her, {t is comfy and hun and picturesque, and there is. nothing stately about !t Ah, well! after though a chap may worship the woman to whom he looks yp, he usually cho to live with somebody on his own level, whom he can cuddle and patronize. But as in a wife, #0 in a bungalow, there are certain things which gil of must have, and without which life would be incomplete. For instance, in my bungalows the piazza 1s of first importance—the veranda that goes all way around it, like # broad, protecting, masculine arm; and the, honeysud vine that clambers over its head and ears, like straying, scented curls. That its human side. ‘Then there fs the epiritual side—the deep, cool cellar, where one may find O14 wines for occasional inspiration and after-dinner dreaming#. But, best of there ts its sentimental side—the attic and the garden. The attic in which ¢ pack away your old love letters and old memories, and the garden in wh to grow fresh flowers and enthusiasm, to say nothing of beets and radishes turnips, which give it a perpetual side. * Bo, you see, @ bungalow !s as many-sided as a woman. In short, a bungalo 18 a woman. And the only way to build one is first to find your “Wendy” an@ then build your house around her. That !s why my real bungalow—my bungalow on earth—has never been built, I am afraid to take the chance. Suppose, for instance, that I should build & dungalow for a tall, willowy blond and then later desire very much to fit @ cos: petite brunette into it! The consequences would be just as disastrous as thot of the old bachelor who moulds his own life and then expects to find som woman just to fit into his temper and temperament and ways and habits. takes a sorry chance, Of course a woman CAN pretend to fit herself into any house, or any man’§ and then Yet her put on all the additions and trimmings. For homes and hu bands are made, not born. Men and houses are just raw material; and Wo: was put into the world to give them character and color and all the finishing! touches, " The rest of my. bungalow—the room and things I mean—ts all very shadowy, and dreamy and uncertain, except. of course, the great fireplace in the living room, and the lamp on the table, and my pipes, and “her” sewing basket, and the yellow kitten on the hearth. I shall just build the porch and the four walls and the cellar and the attic, and let the rest of it “grow” under the hands of For, jome one ha: sald, “A house may be built, but a home must grow." It requires ars and years to reach perfection, and “THE GIRL” to breathe the breath of life into it. You wake each morning to find a new sign of life tn {t—an ell grown onto one aide of it, a new paper blushing at you from the wall or a new picture Ike a radiant eye peeping at you from It. Oh, it's wonderful to see how a woman—the RIGHT woman, T menn—ean, make a live home out of dead bricks and mortar! But, then, tha a woman's mission in life—to make a home out of a house and a husband out of a man. “Home?” Why “Home” is ANY four walls that inclose the right woman! until I find “Her” 1 shall just go on building my perennial bungalow—my p fect, Impossible delectable bungalow—in Spain. The Papers Say By John L. Hobble Copyright, 1912, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York World), OLLEGE boys break dishes 6s sound bad; but how would the things in restaurant.” That was|your best friend knows about you not a proper thing for them | took in print? to do, College boys should never eee break anything but their fathers. “Lawyer rebuked for necdless de- lay.” Delay is never needless. That is often the only way to bgeak the other fellow and win the case, » “Dear Sir: Can a maw born in the United States, of foreign parents, be- come President?” Yes! After the death of Roosevelt; provided, of course, that the country is still a re- public. “Burglar ,identified by lost toola,” Burglars should always put name am address on tools; for without s help it often is impossible for th Police to locate the diner, “Englishman secking justice threatened by Court.” To give Jui tice to a non-voter would be as a surd as treating the factory girl with the same consideration as 1 would men, The Republican party must fiw some consolation in the fact that thi Leaning Tower of Pisa has stood fot @ number of years, “Boctety women to have parade of work horses.” How would it do to have a parade of servants and let the people see how healthy THEY took? A man complains that he went t law and was not-adle to get jus He should understand that law aw justice will not mix, If he wan either he must stay away from t other, “Spring is late.” Not at all, The season is on.time, but the weather is late, Bome of the things that the ezx- friendly candidates say of each other For Those Who Travel violet, tan, black, to suit any prefei ence, Naturally the black take prece= dence as far as utility is concerned, The New Satchele and Dressing Cases. ITH the first breath of the spring breeze, with the first softness in the air, which holds such promise of the woods and country lanes, of moonlight watched from the deck of mers, or long mornings spent the hot sand and the cooling waves of the beach, came the eternal question of what ts fit—fit not only in the way of clothes, but what is correct in the detatls, the satchels, the bags, steamer rugs, dressing ca and all the paraphernalia of travelling of which @ woman who likes to ‘be well ap- fe 80 careful. ey not a case of fitness alone, but of greatest and compactness, com- bined with the latest designs, The traveller wants her thing: nm she wants them, not to find them a half hour later or after rumpling up every- “Mis is no occasion for jest, sir, re-| thing else before reaching the coveted marked the man from Syracuse, rorlous mea, @ man who had all ‘It a] object. s|smoothing the way and adding to the And each year sees the stores Ife before tim, but who mar:ied again,| peace of mind of those who journey by although he was warned, 1s to be picked | rail or boat for week-end jaunt or sum- at in his hour of sorrow, I bid you all| mer in Europe. gord evening: ¢.nd he stalked oat. ‘Mr, Dinkatur eaid Gus heartily. “But won't you have @ china fizz, on me?" you are a lowlife!’ | the square shape of a ‘The new hand satchels 50. Instead he side slope, givin, ‘ re no longer | exclusively. pointed effect, travelling articles that the pure trery ‘while the linings are ef moire ellt-| would entail. ‘holder has heen 1 An excellent way has been found overcoming the heaviness that alway results in « hand satchel being wetght down with elthe, the leather toflet or even where the toilet articles hay places in the s hel. A Mght squat le, covered with @l molre silk to match the lining ef satchel, which will hold just the tell articles—comb, clothes, hair, brushes and soap, Anothér advantage this new he has, besides adding practically no hea ness, Is that the flap which ts used covering can ‘be turned back to B @ mupport, so that the ease can ates ready to your han? on hotel bureaw friend's dressing Ivory, and tvory jone, word for toilet articles. sees the ebony, but ev Paris ivory, place of other fresh and clean it looks in comparison) to the dark cbony or even the ellve finish! ne, is the teat ‘True, one Ivotan is the least expensive; that! and the Paris ivory are used almost Few care to indulge to the extent of paying the prt for