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The Even i ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos, 68 to Beene Dally sce Seah tow, New York ‘ RALPH PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row. 3, ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOKHVA PULITZER, Ir, Secretary, 63 Park Row, | Matter. Continent and Entered at the Post-OMice at New York as @econd-Class Pubecription Hates to The bvening por England and the World for the United States Canad All Countries In the International Postal Union, ia. $3.80] One Year. eres W098 40/One Month 8 One Year Qne Mon VOLUME 33. THE RECKONING. T* New York police are face to face with one of the gravest scandals in their far from spotless history. With the extraordinary failure of the many detectives close to the scene of the Rosenthal shooting to get the number of the | esétassins’ flying car, with the later recording of a wrong number on the police blotter, with the resemblance of the murderers’ automobile to one seen standing in front of Lieut. Becker's house the night of the} murder, the case against the police grows blacker and blacker. | Worst of all for them, they can count on but little sympathy and confidence from the better citizenship of the great municipality they serve. | Their record of alliances and freemasonry with the low political crooks and still lower agents will now rise up to discredit them. 3 The New York police may prepare for a volley of inquiry that “will riddle the alleys and back rooms. They are up against the worst | wenemies they could have aroused, They face the anger and the exhausted patience of the citizens gWho trusted them. Ne nte oo TALKING DOGS. \ | eae makes servants of our senses. The blindfolded | anne, man, convinced that he is to be branded with a hot iron, wi!l| shriek at the touch of a piece of ice. The trick is an old one. fEven eyes and ears become willing partisans of what we firmly expect ‘-or wish to see or hear. Facts get some strange boosting. ‘ Any night just now in this city one may see the extraordinary ‘spectacle of a theatreful of people straining every nerve in sympa-| thetic converse with a dog. The dog is supposed to do the talking. *In reality every brain in the audience is hard at work talking for him. + Every ear is determined that the noises he makes shall be the words ‘already fixed in the listeners’ minds. The human sponsors of the animal, in a neat introduction, con- ; trive to plant firmly in the consciousness of the audience the two » ar three German words the dog.is to attempt. - Before each trial-the ‘word is again plainly repeated in human tones. For example, it is explained that the dog’s mistress will ask him in German “Was hast “du?” (What have you?) To which the dog will reply “Hunger ” , And, in fact, under the stitnulus of a piece of cake held over his nose ~the dog produces a throaty sound in two sections which to his hearers ‘in “Hunger.” And so with “Kuchen,” “Ruhe” and one or two others. ? For the rest the dog is remarkable enough. As that level- headed old observer, Dr. Johnson, said of women-preachers and dogs , that walk on their hind legs: “The wonder is not that they do it ‘well, but that they do it at all.” ‘ : After all, talking dogs are not the only creatures that thrive eolely upon the willing faith and imagination of mankind. 5 Gig TARAS “THAT TIRED FEELING.” YMPTOMS of lead in the feet and lingering of the brain have been common the past week. Dr. Guilfoy, Registrar of tho Department of Health, says they indicate a disease that has ‘been widely epidemic but not dangerous. The heat is responsible. Only a few people are actually pros- trated by hot weather, but thousands have well marked cases of near- +prostration. The mind becomes dull, the desire to sleep almost con- ‘stant, the legs slow and wobbly. Near-prostration is more than _ mere discomfort. Without causing actual sickness, it seriously inter- ~feres with the day’s work and often causes nervous people to think they have heat stroke or weak heart. ‘ To all such the Doctor says, Cheer up. Everybody feels much “the same. A fow days of cool weather will put you right. When ‘the next hot wave comes make up your mind to wear light clothing, eat and drink wisely, sleep whenever you can, and insist that you are cooler than most folks. Also keep yourself amused. The theatre or a little trip out of town is worth the extra exertion. A little quiet » fun is one of the best prescriptions for near-prostration. Sy ' NO GREAT LOSS. . EN New York theatres where straight plays are the rule will RO el FOTEP Mra, pause Capyright, 1912, iy twilight yet.” “Now, please don’t interfere!” Mrs, Jarr, making those children mind me as it !s without your coming home and setting them against me!” Mr, Jarr looked so surprised at these charges of lese maj: ing comfort to the domest! inciting tneurrection and revolt Qgainst constitutional wala, ng World Dail _-“\(Gan You Beat It? 38 | WANT MY MONEY AND WALL Now IF You Are NOT BUND Yo WILL SEE THE FARAWAY" IN THE DISTANCE A ‘The Press Publishing Co. he’ New York World) 66 LAT are the children doing W in their night clothes?” asked | Mr. Jerr. “Why, it isn't! mais “I have it hard enough aiding and giv- ineurgents authority, that after an impressive E ISNO Vicworhe Cea of that kind around! arrested! them. They are the sort of people who have no consideration for others, Such People should children, ones come under the mals rather than children!” went on. have no orchestras next season. The announcement is made ‘1 don't suppose ybu know there ts acarlet fever in the next block?’ ‘ by the managers as « plain hint to the Musicians’ Union, which is demanding incteased membership and pay for theatre or- ‘But you can’t keep the children in the house and in bed on that account,” faltered Mr. Jarr. *ohestras to the tune of some $8,000 per season for « musical produc- “Well, I can keep them in to-day,” tion in town, and $58,000 advance for the same company on the road. ‘ For opera, light and otherwise, eudiences will, of course, expect | * music, The managers will have to strike some sort of bargain with the musicians. But as far as regular plays are concerned theatre- “goers should find it easy to do without orchestras. Music between tho acts is bad for several reasons. It bothers ~people who wish to talk. It furnishes an excuse for people who «are too lazy to talk and who ought to develop their entertaining powers. It is rarely good enough to be odifying. It is often bad ,@pough to be annoying. Paris thoatres do without it entirely, Conversation between acte will be good for theatre-goers. It “may even induce the man who has seen the pioce before to tell what “he knows about it when the curtain is down instead of playing an au- dertone part with the actors. ee .) to fle @ notice of a con- templated increase on @ certain article OF product (with © commission appoint- 4 by the Government for the purpo: Of investigating whether or not the Proposed advance was justifiable, and given power to permit or prohibit the Increase, according to the result of thelr investigations,) the situation would be relieved. The consumer could then look | to the Government for explanation, it it could be shown that an advance was Permittee, when not ing Wor ‘There has been much and very 4 Mttle action on the “High Cost of Liv- “ing” dilemma. I venture « suggestion ~ Whies may or may not with the Sapproval of other readers, but at any Tate I would like to have their opinion jen it It seems to that if the juce dealers, or rather those who + 6 said Mre, Jar. around the corner have had the scarlet er for threo da ago Willie traded cigai with the youngest Dibbler boy. “Well, Mr, Jarr, “The Dibbier children and only four da: fe plotures we'd better burn them, “Where are the card << od Compensations. jover again, Y'know, it's @ funny thing y W +i idea of people letting their chil: ‘ren out to spread contagious diseases ‘They should be Imprisonment fs too good for "t be permitted to have aithaugh the Dibbler young of wild ani- The Conquests Of Constance (SWITCHBOARD OPERATOR AT THB HOTEL RIO#.) By Al Copyright, 1012, by The Irene Publi 66 QQOMETHING newt" 1 pointed S to*a whirring fan over the awitchboard. “Oh, they had to do it,” she ex- plained, ‘cause last Thursday I 414 the = siickest Uttle imitation of the fade-away you! ever seen! The, heat just crocheted my brains, that’s all, an’ first thing y'know, I wus laying all over the| floor under the board, with my feet stickin’ out a mile an’ a quarter to th’ north, Jus’ the day I wusn't sporting silk socks, too—aa’ #0 many people passin’! “And so they bought you @ keep you from giving an encore “Bought nothin’! This one wuz down in the cellar, An’ th’ ‘lectriclan—he's a! friend o' mine—he fixed it up fer ne, But I wish the blamed ‘thing’s get eut o' order jes’ fer to-day.” “Why? It's hotter to-day than It was vut T got @ perticular y kitos! rfpin this I want to look Iike a art prize, This buzz thing has blew every snitch o' curl out o' my slory, an’ I got to crimp tt all| when I got my hair plain an’ straight | T look lke I had lived through a couple o' dozen ware, to say nothin’ of a few race riots; but the minute I fluff it soft an’ careless over my listeners, I eould| Pass easy fer @ second cousin to a baby food ad.!"* How about Number Ten?” I prompt- Ey “That's right. We commuters don’t | pout tn: have to shovel snow in summer nor on my nerves!” 3.C, | mew the lawn in winter,” Say, y'know, I feel like I'm pullin’ ut slabs tellin’ you whe Magazine, Thursday, Jul = en root (The Kew York We ISN'T OT GoRGeous!) Maurice Ketten CUMB On THAT CHIMNEY 18, 1912. Copyright, 1912, by The Preas Publishing Co, (The New York World). . |E thought of marriage is almost as painjul to a confirmed bachelor es the thought of shoes to a barefooted boy. The joy with which a young couple look forward to those little “break Jasts together” before marriage is equalicd only by the dread with which they look Jorward to them after marriage, A woman always walke zig-zag and reasons in circles, so that it is as difficult for a man to get past her in an argument as it is for him to get past her on the street, If husdands would give their wives a little more personat attention, and wives would give their husbands a little more personal liberty, marriage would seem more like a sacrament and less like a sacrifice. Tell @ man how good he is and he'll wonder what ts the matter with him; tell him how wicked he ie and he'll begin to think that he must. de rather fascinating, after all. Somehow, a wolnan always loves a husband who is constantly “reform ing” better than one who te constantly behaving. According to recent marriage statistics, apparently, in order to euccded as a wife one must be willing to start as a chorus girl. The only kind of husbands easy to acquire nowadays are second hus bands, The World’s # # w Great Women By Madison C, Peters. Copyright, 1012, by ‘Tue Hress Publiahiag Co, (The New York World). Mrs, Jarr} hi Jarr Takes a Lesson in First Aid to the Uninjured “IL agked you if you burned the cigar- pictures?” repeated Mr. Jarr. x ask!" snapped Mra, Jarr. anything this weather when we sre only using the gas range? How could I burn anything in a gas range?” “Gertrude does,” eald Mr. Jarr sadly. “But, really, my dear, the cards should been destroyed. If the Dibbier ned ecarlet fever and were rid of the things.” right,” replied Mrs. Jarr. e children warbage.” Uttle Miss Emma Jarr. ‘em to her broth pencil.” “Great Scott!" ey must be) i chock full of germs. There might be a | chance of our children contracting the | sickness; #0 you really should have got “Oh, don't worry; I got rid of them “As goon | ©, I found out that some of the ciga:-|° ette cards had belonged to the Little Dtbblers I sent them down with the “Little Olga Swensen got 'em,” sald “She traded Oncar, for a red lead Her father, a country gentleman, ro- sided at the foot of the Malvern Hills, and in this beautiful retreat his dell- cate daughter's girlhood was passed. From a very early age she showed a remarkable preference for the arts, par- ticularly poetry. She wrote verse worthy of preservation before she was fifteen. Though physically deficient, na- ture bestowed upon her an unusually sensitive mental and spiritual organiza- tion. “An Essay on Mind, with Other Poems," appeared when shé wa: 8 first volume, that she omitted it in the collected editions of her poems. Deprived of the usuat pleasures of; healthy young people she made a world of her own. ‘The drowning of her favorite brother, to which mental shock had been added just a while Previous the physical | atock consequent upon the bursting of @ blood vessel of the lungs, left her 80 ened that for years she lived in ed room, visited only by her nd a few friends. Settling down to her fate with sweet resignation sent forth works which have challenged the admiration of the world. Her studies were early directed to th poets of antiquity, and under the guld- ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING. { LIZABETH BARRET,T ance of her blind tutor, Boyd, she mas- BROWNING, to whom be-|tered the rich treasures of Aeschylus, longs the highest place among | whose sublime compositions had for her \mpdern peetessed.:aeho farina charm only equalled by the fasctpation outranks most of our modern | held over her by Shakespeare. Poets and whose pure sentiment and in-| Her health at length partially re- tellectual power are inferior only to| stored, ste was married, In 1846, to Rob- Tennyson's, was born in London March/ert Browning, already well known to €, 1800, th> world as a poet and artist. They resided for four years ir. Florence, Italy, Mrs. Browning returning to England a new creature. Mr. Browning learned to love the tn- valid poetess through her works. Thetrs was a perfect union. Each had marked individuatity, each had poetic power, and each was the complement of the other. The greatest power of Mrs, Browning lay in her heart. Her song was a living volce, eloquent with passion, the unusual combination of brain and a won forth the tender an's heart, of which her “Cry of the Children” {s a striking {Ilustration, com- dining with her keenness of feeling the eloquent power of @ plilianthropist. ‘The wide range of ner powers may be gathered by a comparison between “A Child's Thought of God” Guida Windows.” Her fame chiefly rests upon “Aurora Leigh,” the longest and most finished of all her works, a narrative and didactio poem in nine books, published in 1856. @he died in Florence June 2, 191, Mrs. Browning has shown the possibi!- {ty of the highest forms of poetic art being within the scope of woman's nius. and ‘Casa ma Woodward abing Co, (The New York World), hi nerves,” I reproved her. ahead like # good ebild and Number Ten.” “He wus @ fireman,” she divulged, after a meditative moment. “We'd had cried Mr. Jarr. “The Janitor’s children! Wait, I'll run right down and see the cards are taken from them and destroyed!” “You mind your own affairs!" sata Mrs. Jarr. ‘If people let their children Diok over rubbish as that janitor’s wife does they only deserve to get something the matter with them as a warning.” “But then there'll be scarlet fever in the house, and our children will be Pretty sure to catch it!” sald Mr. Jerr. “No, they won't!" sald Mrs. Jarr. *“T'm going to keep them in bed ant give them a good dose of castor oll!” Hearing the horrid! The Folks That Write Our Books Copyright, 1012, by The Press Publishing Co. (Thé New York World). UTCLIFFE HYNE, the author/#pprenticeship at architecture ip ‘of the Captain Kettle stories, | youth. epent four months among the Berbers of the Morocco des- ert, just after bla graduation bis Errlish novelists, Rider Haggard ts there now, following in the footsteps @ couple o’ scares here, an’ the Depart- ment detailed an extra man to watch the joint. It wus in March he come on: duty. They eay brass buttons always pulle the wool over a girl's eyes, An’ aay, it didn't take more'n three days an’ terrible wailing. the Janitor,” eald Mr. Jarr firmly. “Think of your own late in store for them, both the Jarr children set up « of Robert Hichens, E. F. Benson, A. B, at Cambridge, He was the guest of W. Mason and many more romancers, the young son of » Shetk whom he met “T insist on going Gown and warning in the City of Fes, and was warmly received by the Sheik himeelf. Few men of @ Christian race have experi- inoluding E, Phillips Oppenheim, Mary Austin, author of "The Prom. {wed Land," the amazing autoblography mily first,” enced the hospitality of this famous! of a little immigrant girl, saya of her a half fer him to get a chattel mortgage on my budding affections! “Oh, used to look #0 handsome, standin’ there like @ statue, in his uni- before him, he'd look my that'd make a Tiffany showcase look iike a dull town on Gunday night! “An’ #0 I jus’ went right on adoring him, An’ he thought J] wus some bund! too, In May they put another man on; the job an’ sent him back to the fire! house. I wus heart broke, I wus so lonesome. An’ then one day, jus’ as I wuz goin’ home, I passed the engine house when they wus bein’ called out to @ three alarmer! “Well, my feller musta been sleepin’ when the gong went, an’ he haf to doe quick change act to get there at all But I wish you could @ seen him, undershirt with one sus he other hangin’, an’ hie scrambled an’ everything as the hook-an'-ladder Then, just swung out into the middle of the sti he caught eight o' me an’ tried to send me one of th’ old Joy messages. Well, I gol the shock of my life! “There wus @ emptiness in his mouth that made me Gissy. All the onyx flash had went an’ the gums wus as un- trimmed as @ newborn babe’s! I guess he musta fergot ‘em in his hurry. An’ Just to think, fer three months that guy had put them store ivories over on me Nature's products! That wus the dead ones—It's kinder gettin’ “A young thing like you sheuldn't canned him. Any one what would | be jeceitful as that before marriage— knows what they'd be goodness after. Tapa't you think sot” commanded Mrs. Jerr. “I've been waiting for you to come home to heip me Sive Willie and Emma a@ good big dose of the castor ofl first. That's one reason why I made them put on their nightclothes. The children are get too strong for me to hold Iw them to take medicine, and they alw: spill the most of It over themselves, Mr, Jarr looked around, bewildered to what to do first, ‘We'll give them the castor off in the bathroom,” Mrs, Jarr went on, “so it won't matter if some ts spill “Why don't you give !t to them in earsaparilia?’ asked Mr. Jarr, “I won't do i!t!" replied Mrs. Jarr. “They have been very naughty, and I'm giving them the castor oll both as &@ medicine and as @ punishment!” Here the listening children watled in. ‘Come on!" said Mrs. Jarr, nly. “You hold Willle first. You'll have to take him in your lap and hold his | hands and feet, then I'll hold his nose with one hand till he gasps, and give him the castor of! from @ big spoon with the other hand.” These strenuous plans were carried out as per schedule, and, after a ter- rific combat, some half a tablespoon of the castor ofl was administered to and Miss Jarr, the 1d little Oscar Swen "1 traded dem cigarette cards back to| books of a Jacob #tah! trilosy—"The your Willle for a ride on his velocipede, He hides dem under his piller in ved, already.” _ ‘English country parece and served as Mohammedan tribe. “No,” says KE. R. Lipeett, author of “The House of 4 Thousand Welcomes,” “1 shall not tell you @ word about America; because I don't know a word about it; Decause I have ni been there; only in New York.” Vi indeed, for en author out of tl of Irelqnd, who once ran eway to study! German. Pierre Loti, the French novelist and Gramatist, will visit America in the} fall, He collaborated with Judith Gautier in the writing of “The Daughter of Heaven,” @ Chinese spectacular play to be given next season at the Century Theatre. | H. ©, Chatfteld-Taylor ts now a Doc- tor of Letters, thanks to Lake Fores College of Lake Fo: m. Kate Langley B author of “Mary Cary,” hae just sailed for an extended tour through Denmark, Nor- | way, Sweden and Rusati George Fitch, humorist author of “My Demon Motor Boat,” Is a sad-faced newspaper man of Peorla, He attended Knox College in Galesburg, and says of his career there that “I did not win honors, but on the other hand, I was not expelled.” Louls Joseph Vance ts spending sum- and “The Baadbox™ royalties Weat Outlot, .Me. Anna Chapin Ray, the Connecticut eet book is “The Bren- tons’—4s summer-daying in Canada. J. D. Beresford, who has written two book: “One day I found myself thinking of the time I went to school tn Polotsk, and I wrote about that. Another d: kopt seeing the little girls I used to with, and I put them i the market place that irgied in my {into my mind a tale the women t to tell while picking ers of a winter evening. I “put things down just as they came, and so grew the book. I never’kaew what T was going to do till it’ was done.” ‘This author ts now the wife of @ professor at Columbia University, veineouineidiaien The Billion Line. E estimate that a billion dottary I worth of manufactures will bo exported in the current figea! year, made by the Bureau of Statis Department of Commerce and Labor, seems likely to be Justified. The ofl. , clal figures show for the nine months endfhg with March $730,000,00 worth at manufactures exported, these Agures being $74,000,000 In excess of those for the corresponding period of the pre- ceding year; and as the exports of manufactures in the year ending June 30, 1911, were valued at $97,000,000, the figures at hand seem to clearly indi- cate that the total for the current year will pass the billion-dollar line, en. WELL TAUGHT, Fond Mother—Willle, where did yeu learn to swear like that? ° Young Hopeful—Pa's shaving, uncle's fit Srandpa's auto and your parrot~ vw f Early History of Jacob Stahl” ana “, Candidate for Truth’’—1s the son of a! Py 7