The evening world. Newspaper, July 11, 1912, Page 16

| oe a ona ea a rte ! weer mw ae ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. sa Samaeses Day Except Bunter by Press Publishing Company) Wok’ SOS Hew. New York ‘ ert) SHAW, Treasurer ie JOSMPH PULITZER, Jr, Becretary, Office at New York Entered at the Post: ice al 4 As 2 @eteoription Rates to The . World for the United States and Caneda, WOLUME 53......cescecsscesscseccceeceeceeese NO, 18,586 A BLISTERING SHAME! [ IS TIME Mr. Taft was called to account for the present policy of weather. He is repeating the mistakes of last year. Under the present administration the country has suffered three severe and unpardonable droughts. With Mr. Taft in the White House the electorate of the nation bas eweltered through the hottest spells felt in a generation. The thermometer has gone eo high that it is now almost indis- Unguishable from the cost of living. Is the country to be parched and blistered by four years more of this blazing Republican insolence and incompetency? am Turn the rascals out! ee Give us an administration that will guarantee « downward re- vision of the temperature! Give us a party that believes in rain and shine as the farmer and the workingman are entitled to have ’em! What we want is a platform of cool days and moderate eun- shine, with rain only between the hours of 2 A. M. and 5 A. M., when it will bother nobody except the milkman, and even he can get the benefit by leaving the covers off his cans. Enough of this Taft weather! —_——__++. ARCTIC CHEER. jr “My deard and mustache, coated with icicles, became one aod mase of ice, I inadvertently put out my tongue and it Re instantly frose to my Hp. I put up my mittened hands to dlow hot and thaw the unruly member from its imprisonment. In- ki stead of succeeding, my mitten wae itself a mase of ice in a t moment. ate ‘A sailor incautiously did some of his outdoor work without rs mittens, His hands froze, One of them was plunged into a i, Ddasin of water in the cabin and the intense cold of the hand ; dnatantly froze the water instead of the water thawing the , hand, » The deard, eyebrows, eyclashes and the downy pudescence of the care acquire a delicate white and perfectly enveloping cover of venerable hoar frost. The mustache and underlip form pendulous deade of dangling ice. Your chin hae a trick of freezing to your upper jaw by the luting aid of your beard, ‘We performed a farce called “The Mysteries and Misertes Of New York!" The thermometer outside stood at 46 degrees Ddelow wero, Inside the audience and actors, by the aid of lunge, lamps ond hangings, got as high as 80 degrees delow wero, only 62 below the freezing point. The condensation was #0 excessive that we could darely ace the performers; they walked in a cloud of vapor, Any extra vehemence of delivery was accompanted by volumes of emoke, Their hands steamed. ‘When an eacited actor took off his coat, tt smoked Hike a dish Of hot potatoes. One of the sailors had to enact the part of a dongel with bare arma, and when a cols flatiron, part of the ‘ “properties” of the theatre, touched Me arm the sensation was * like that of burning with a hot tron, One night the temperature eank to 59 degrees below sero, @hd on another occasion the degree of cold reached was 62 1-2, or 941-2 degrees below the freesing point, —Dr. Kane's narrative of the expedition , in search of Franklin, Caprright, 1912, by 4. ____.. 669N GERMANY women have no political rights whatever,” a visitor from the Fatherland told the Woman’s Trade Union his Teague the other night. vor in any city council. Nor does the woman movement seem to promise much there as yet.” Many people have wondered why German women look end jolly and capable and contented, 4+ —-— R‘s returning from foreign travel on incoming vessela are in excellent health, thank you, except a few, dozens overcome by the solicitude of our inquiries, so happy ae Soe 7 “sleek horse” and the “shiny motor truck”! ; Everybody wishes the former could ‘pile it all on the latter the: se days, ——_-4-_______ hoe price of meat is going still some higher. Well, those who eat much of it this weather won’t be worried long! ———--4 se Men are reasoning rather than reason. able animale, ALEXANDER HAMILTON, FELL IN DUEL JULY 11, 1804. quires not merely a few months but | sometimes many years of patient, hard work and training, Spontanelty and repose, and that insouciance which 1s * (We have heard a great deal of ma, Work done by civil engineers in the tropics. Vould some readers who have! so indis pensable to true | had experience along that line advise!it be the arg prt Ree us concerning employment, pay, condi-| ing, painting or any of the other arta) tions, &e., down there? must be acquired, Nature ts all very TWO YOUNG ENGINEERS, | well in itself and in its place, But 1a “Ast end Hatare® art, this very naturalness—or the ap- fo the BAitor of The Evening Workd: pearance of such brought about T read about “Art and Nature on ths| through the employment of artificial singe.” Experience ts no less ensentiat | means, chorus In the rendering of a| ‘True art on the stage seems | Smooth performance than it 1s to tho| be no longer wanted. Tt wa ire leading lights of the opera, This “fresh- superseded by the pretty fa ‘4 fine “Yes, | have saved all the rejection mess and innocence,” &c., 1s always ac-| clothes. Hence the present scarcity of| PS I've received, and I'm selling pompanied by awkwardness and self- ‘talent. The cye is entirely too much|them back to the editors at ten @emasiousness, to overcome which tt re- appealed to, . « , av. spell bring: primitive days when man was clothed in his right mind and, perchance, an amu- ‘The Press (the" New York World), Co, W! Isn't it hot!” sald Mr. Jarr when he cam @ in the other evening with his collar and tie, coat and hat all in one hand, while ‘epeated Mra. Jai yen 0," id mat 8 in negligee, us back to ¢ Beating the M “80 you cents a thousand,” Sroaned Mr. J not the only one, The c: ‘They have no vote in state logislaturen| 5® fanned himself with « newspaper with the other, “Do you mean to tell me you came through the street: that?” inquired Mi “But for my inherent modesty, wom- an, I would go abroad wearing nothing except @ iaht covering of tattoo!” re-! piled Mr. Jarr. treets without a coat or col-! entered for the Olympic games and was up to toe the scratch, 7 home tn the subway, but from my cotgn | Hon! of vantage on the gridiron of the ele- vated I saw little children gambolll: around in the simplicity of no‘ hingn I did not come Ah, the hot he old ‘brave, arket. j vt or string of beads,” ‘Oh, all this talk of hot weather ie what makes people think it !s warm!" sald Mra. Jarr. “I darkened the rooms nd sat by the window with some iced tea and it didn’t seem so wa And, so saying, Mrs. Jarr waved a palm leaf fan and dusted herself on the nose with her ever handy powder pad. “Well, I know what I'm going to do,” said Mr. Jarr, as he hung up his coat Domestic By Alma Hot Weather ‘Don'ts. Scene: A. Now York fat, ‘Mime: 6,30 7. M. (A-key is beard in the lock, fr, A. ambtes ap j the hall, dead with the beat, re, A. rushes out to meet’ him,) ig RS. A. (as a greeting)—Where've { you been? Mr. A, (mopping his melting brow)—Why, darling,’ ‘been to the South Pole to » | Whether Amundsen left it tn good condi- Mrs, A. (apitefully)—For goodness’ sake, don’t try to be funny in this heat it might cause @ prostration! Mr, A. (angrily)—Well, where 4'you s'pose I've been? Sweltering at my in the hottest oMce known in captivity! ‘That's where I've been! Mrs, -A. (deliberately and coldly)— | YES, YOU HAVE! you had “Just stepped out!" Mr, A. (rebelliously)—Well, why can’t I step out if I want to? I'm a pretty regular meal ticket to this establishment and {f T want to step out for @ breath stop met Step out for a beath of alr? Mr. A. (peeling off)—Certainly I did. Say, suppose you're trying to get me to say I went out for a drink, Well, I | DID! Gelater lemonade—a wild, wanton and dissolute beverage, is 1t not? What aid you want when you called up? ‘Mrs, A.—I was going to suggest that you come home real early, before the rush hour, you know, and take a nice warm bath and rest a bit before dinner, Mr, A. (wildly)—A WARM bath! Say, cut out that Christian Sctence stuff now I’m not in the mood for it! Mra, A. (hastily)—t ien't Christian Science at all—see? To-day a man who's supposed to be the highest authority in the country published a list of hot weather “don'ts,” and I cut them out re making money at/to read to you, because they're exactly | laet by literature?” opposite to everything you do! Mr, A. (biithely)—Of course! That's the reason you cut them out. If they had been what I DO you'd have thrown the paper away before I got home! Mrs. A. Now Ferdinara, don't be I called your office! three times and every time they said| of air I'd like to know who's going to! Mra, A, (significantly)—But DID you} The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursday, July 11, 1912 © KEK KKK KKK KKK KKK KK KKK KKK KEKE Kee eee Mr. Jarr Decides That Winter's Backbone Is Broken at Last FAAAAASABKABASAISHSAAAA AAAS HHS BBS and hat, “I'm going to take a shower bath.” “You're not going to do anything of the kin said Mrs, Jerr, “Gertrude has just shined the bright work in the bathroom and you'll get it all tarnished again.” “What's Mr, Jarr, shower bath for,” asked ‘an ornament?”’ “Wel aid Mrs. Jarr, “now that you have reminued me of it, I think I'll take a shower bath myself.” And before she could be stayed she Dialogues. Woodward Coprright, 1912. by The Preas Publishing Oo, (The New York World). nasty, dear, I know how you suffer with the heat and I thought that may- be if you'd fatiow these rules you'd find relief. Mr. A. (sinking into @ chair, resigned) —Oh, all right, go ahead! Mra. A. (reading)—Don't take alco- hols of any sort into your eystem, Mr. A. (murmuring)—Ye-eh, what they all say. Mra, A. (continuing)—Bathe titre a day in WARM water—cold water atimu- lates the blood and makes you hotter afterward, Mr, A. (indtstinetly)—Yeph—sounds that's A.—Don't eat meats, starches . Mreartly) — You —don't—say— A.—Avoid electric fane, don't eat tee or drink tced liquids— (An insidious snore, that gains vigor as It pro- areas “ from the lax figure in the chair.) Mrs, A, (incensed)—Ferdinand! Wake up and listen to the rules! Mr. A. (awaling with @ start)—Oh, I yas #0 hot and tired! (Arises.) Mrs, A.—Wihero aro you going? Mr, A, (slowly and firmly)—I'm going to crack a wash bollr full of Ico and put it on a chair beside a tub, as cold as the water will run; then I'm going to attach the fan dn the bathroom and \let ‘er rip! In about @ half hour you can serve me a nice julcy steak art a bunch of fried onions In my bath, dar- ling—Just as they used to do tn the old days In Rome, you know! A. (holding up the sip)—But the .BS, Ferdinand! That's everything that the rules say you SHOULD'T do! Mr, A. (sweetly)—Put the rules on tee, dear, ‘They're sunstruck! (He exits.) Mra, A.—Oh, Ferdinand dear, you'll kill yourself! | Qfr, A, pute a family size tump of ice tn his mouth, turns on the bugger and slips into the cool waters.) ‘ ad Mr, A. (from the soothing wetness of the tub)—Sweetheart, I feel at peace with the world, My soul !s soaring! Give me a penoll paper and I'll write @ set of “don' that'll put that punk authority of yours out o' business! And say—-Make that TWO steaks while a obont itt had slipped past him and pre-empted t praying coolth, Just for that Mr. Jarr marched out of the house and down to Gus's place on the corner, “Gimme a@ big, cold, tall one, Gus’ he gasped, and clung to the bar with an “I am saved: on. “I Jest tapped a fresh keg,” sald Gus, ind {t's Jest off the wagon. You got- ter walt about ten minutes before it ets cold in the tce coils.” “Wait ten minutes for a glass of beer in a saloon?” cried Mr, Jarr. “I'll go 6 pl said Gus calmly. “Your trade ain't worth much, and there ain't The hard stuff {s the only thing that pays.” ke me a rickey while I'm watt- tng," eald Mr. Jarr, looking out onto the torrid street and reflecting how far It was to the next place. “I ain't got any limes," said Gus. “Anyway, chinn ain't good for you. Take @ straight drink." ' “I don't want a straight drink,” waid Mr. Jarr, “Be a good fellow, Gus, Fix me up a dig cold Julep or something. Plenty of cracked tce."* “I ain't got no mint." replied Gus, “Gee! But I never seen such a fussy feller as you are, Ain't you satisfle! with anything but something I ain't got?” What's the matter with you?” asked Mr, Jarr. “Oh, It's too hot to fuss,” sald Gus, “or I'd tell you what's the matter with me. You better go home If you don't think you get treated right by me," Mr. Jarr was going to say he didn't wet. treated right at home, either, but concluded not to mention it, as Gus didn't appear to be in the mood to pity anybody just then, “It's cold enough ft ain't,” said Gus, “My motter Is ‘a pleased customer ty the best ad- vertisement,’ and I ain't going to draw no beer for nobody when it ain't just right.” “Tt ten't the heat that drives a man crazy, It's the kind friends he has,” muttered Mr, Jarr, “By George! Would anybody believe it? might as well be a hardware store for all the comfort {t is to a man just now!" , And he walked out and to hts home, where Mrs. Jarr, cool and radiant from her shower bath, and in a fresh white wrapper, asked him why he had come home fussing about the heat simply as an excuse to rush out to the saloon and drink beer—"Which,” as Mrs, Jarr sagely remarked, ‘only makes you warmer, Look at you now!" pane * "KIND OF HER. The young man was disconsol: Gaid he: “I asked her tf J could see her home. “Why, certainly," she answered, “I will send you a pleture of it’'—Ladies’ Hone Journal, x any money !n beer these days, anyhow. | “Let me have a glass of beer, Gus?" | This place | Copyright, 1919, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World), Love and Logic. (A SUMMER GIRL'S REVERIE.) ve UT on the restiess river, under the studded sky, big Where the long lights flash and quiver—you, and the moon,and I? | You tn a flannel jacket, I in a fluffy gown, Floating away from the racket and roar of the busy town. Following stars that glisten, painting a fairy way— With nobody near to listen and a world of things to say! And while you are talking nonsense, and pufing a cigarette, T am trying to etill my conscience—and hoping you won't forget. It ta folly, I know, to be flirting with you, in this idle way— But bf me, Whom ta it hurting? And who will be sorry, pray? Why shouldn't I look in your eyes, then, as long as I please, to-night? Who says that it isn't wise, then? Who babbdies of “wrong and right"? Why shouldn't you say you love me? Why shouldn't I feign to sigh, And vow, by the stars above me, to be faithful? Teli me why! And what if next week—no treason!—you sail up this sclf-same stream With sore other girl? What reason that we should forget our dream? There surely is consolation in calling this day our own— In knowing that THIS flirtation is ours—and ours, alone! For life is one with the flowers, and love and the flowers are one; And the secret of gilding the hours is knowing where each is done, Then promise me one thing, truly. It is all that my lips shall ask; And I don't think I ask unduly, nor set you a dificult task— Take out of your life this hour and keep it alone for me, And put it away like a flower, in the book of your memory! Epoch Makers IN MEDICINE By }. A. Hasik, M. D. Copyright 1912, by The Frese Publishing Co, (The New York World), ANDREAS VESALIUS, “FATHER OF ANATOMY.” was a doy Vesallus was sent to kaws vain to study, During his leisure howe devoted himeelf te udy of the structure of lower edge th is. He showed so great an apti- early age of; tude for medicine that at the age of twenty-one he was; fifteen he was permitied to attend upom sald to have been| Persons sick with the plague. At the able to name blind. | 8¥¢ of nineteen he was sent to Parle to folded, by touch, Complete his medical education, even, the smallest, , Here he showed his wonderful abfitties hone of the haman #8, 88 anatomist and could very often : point out to his professor many points of anatomy” for his favorite sctence and so thorough was hii iy great was the zeal of the “tatner| knowl- body. ais, too. ai that the latter did not know. At the beret, at time 8x0 of twenty-two he was regarded ae bang ks Tilaxes one of the living masters of the science of anatomy. He was accordingly ap- lon i pointed to the professorship of anatomy dody was a crime punishable by death. 4) pagua, Italy. The demand for his In those Cays it was regarted in ace) Qt nue May te cordance with the wil! of the Almighty | D Ycanraning Fd Hoy atipear yey. to roast thieves alive and to send thou- sands of human beings to thelr death in useless wars; while it was deemed’ of-| .dtintetion of hie book. on’ anatomy, fensive to the will ~f God to study the! Anareas Vesallus wae catlod in hie tare wonder of His creation upon the bodies|t, serve ag phesiclan at the court of of the dead. |Spain. Here he remained for nearty Andreas Vesallus was unafraid. Heltwenty years. His great popularity an@ obtained the material for his studies! renown, as well as his method of “each. upon the battlefields and the gallows | 4 obtaining knowledge, gained for tion of the human | versities of Padua, Bologna and Pisa, At the age of twenty-eight, after the and at the morgue. He studied his him many eneries ong the physte favorite science from the bodies of cians of his time. These were always those of hfs unfortunate fello#s who lookine chance to bring about his had no one to claim them or to care! unde none occasion, whem for their remains; till he was enab to build up in a few short years a science, the knowledge of which proved to be of inestimable value for the well being of the human race, At the early age of twenty-four Vesallus commenced to write his great ana omy book, and Antreas Vi autopsy upon the cause was spread th man wae seen Vesaltus was murter an? condemned hy the inqutale when only twenty-eight years old he tlon to death. The King of Spain, howe completed his work, which to this day | ever, Interceted tn behalf of his favorite stands as a monument to the wonderful phystclan and the sente | genius of this one man. muted to a pllerin: Andreas Vesalius was born at Brus-| While he was there the is Was performing ah some nodienan to find’ of Ms death, the rumor t the heart of ‘he dead to be accused of to Jorusalem, sels, Belgium, on the las: day of De-| nice voted to call us back to the cember, 1514. Medicine was a hereditary | university to resume his old post of profession In his family, His great/ professor of anatomy. On his return grandfather and grandfather were both court physicians, and his father was an apothecary to an emperor. When he voyage In 1M# to resune his professor= ship he was shipwrecked and dled of arvation upon a small Island, “Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” What's the Use of Being Blue? ay There Is a Lot of Luck Left. By Clarence L. Cullen. + Copyright, 1912, by The I’rees Publisling Co, (The New York World), ETTER to Bite Off more than you Plan—and the Rest of the Structure can Masticate than to Make Two! i771 pe Right! Bites of a Cherry! Having a Hobby | an ever Succeeded in Imposing Ion Other Men, {f he daiim’t i is Distinctly O. K| Control of his Own! if you Don't Let Jule j the fobby Ride} ane Roy who can Win without tome: you! Ing laier Becomes the Man whe eam a > Lose without Whimpering! ‘The Umpire Con- science “Calls a ¢ 4 ft Before Balk on @ Lot of (is, oF them One leached coat je | they Leaped, History would heave ao our Threats t0] Roy of Heroes! Do Bette Pessimism is the Science of Rooting Against Yourself? Pitcher Destiny lik: man who Thinks hi Guesser! w ever Seen a Catendar that Gave any Space to "Some Day!" About $0 per cent, of your Jinx's Pow- er is Derived from your Fear of Him! “It 1s Basler to Catch Files with May Jtasses than with Vinegar’ may be @ | perfectly Good Maxim, but we never Repose Much Confidence in the Gink who Plays it Across the Board! The True-Blue Man hasn't Time for) the-Blues! The Man who Announces his Adhieve ment before Accompllahing it hae te & Provided with @ Hoot-Resisting Hidet The Hardest Titty Budty of All to Shake Is the Habit that's Stuck Around too Long! Another of those Imbecite Fictions that has Gone the Way of the Doée te the one which Tried to Establish the Dictum ‘at F ery Male Creature RAD TO Sow his “Wild Oats!" The Chap who Really Pracsees #8 Baen't the Tima fa Preneh J4f The Man who Does his Thundering in the Index finds it Hard to Live Up to | Specifications! | GENUINENDSS for the Ground: