The evening world. Newspaper, July 23, 1912, Page 14

Pekished Dally Except Sunday ‘by the Preas Publishing Company, Now, 68 to Park Row, New York. bes potty, in, Pre wid i Park Row. 3 Park Row, ue Entered at the Port-Omee nt New York ax Gecond-class Matter, Pubscription Rates to 7 e For Enwland and the Continent and World for the United States All Countries {n the International Postal Unt One One Yoar.....++ Month... SPOILING THE SWINDLER. E HUNDRED AND TWENTY MILLION DOLLARS bun- coed out of the pockets of the American people last year, all age stamp! And this was an increase of mail swindling for the year before! Seventy per cent. yearly advance is a neat rate of progress for any industry—particularly when a whole countryful of post-office officials, Police, detectives, judges and jails are supposed to be there to dis- courage it! | The smooth person who does big business on no capital save showy offices, a long mailing list and what's under his hat is getting) to loom large in our national life. figures such as the above. importance. Pick up half a dozen of the current cheap weekly or monthly magazines of the sort that make a specialty of “live-wire,” “hot-stuff” stories. What do you find? Love tales? No! In eight stories out of The proofeof it is not alone in “Literature” begins to pay tribute to his ten you read about a slick swindler and his admiring satellites who, in| the course of three pages, hand out a lot of racy slang, put it all over somebody else, and clear up a hundred thousand or so out of other people’s pockets. You find a fascinating get-rich-quick hero snitching $40,000 out of an innocent county fair in a single day through a grand combination | of shell and pea, pretended buying of inventions and general flim- -flaan. | You behold another gentlemanly rascal assuming one disguise in order to sell fake old masters to an American millionaire, and then turning! up customs official to blackmail the old boy for another check. Aj third pretends to be an English vicar, kidnaps a capitalist and rigs the | through the simple magic of paper, type, envelope and post-| $50,000,000 over the total of | by The Press Publishing MOVEMENT market by reports of the latter’s death. And go on, Always swindling. Always a likeable sort of swindler who gets” the interest and sympathy. Is there any connection between the popularity of these stories and that 70 per cent. increase in the line of Business they exploit? There is one thing to be said of mail swindling schemes. They. almost always represent cash transactions, The mail swindler doesn’t deal much in anything else. What the victim gives up is cash he has on hand. That’s not as bad as inortgages, notes or other millstone- about-the-neck forms of deferred ruin. Moreover, Providence pro- vides that the swindler with a fresh “take” is fair game for his part- ner, who, in turn, holds it only until a cleverer skeezicks comes along. So, after all, the money keeps,circulating. Nobody ever heard of a big, intact fortune made in mail swindles, Just the same, $120,000,000 of business and 70 per cent. increase for a single year is too much prosperity. Also the silk-hatted swindler is getting to be too much of a magazine hero. It docsn’t do the real crooks any particular “good to see the fiction kind always getting smiles and admiration instead of kicks. —— of SCHOLAR-MAGICIAN. HE death of Andrew Lang takes away an all-around literary man and scholar who possessed one of the greatest and rarest of gifts: In the very act of instructing he could! ntertain. | On the scholarly side, his Scotch thoroughness, his carly training at.Edinburgh and Oxford, and his later lecturing at the latter uni- versity put him among the most diligent students and translators of Greek. He became also a sober worker in anthropology and folk- lore and in Scottish history. His sound scholarship in these lines} found expression in many substantial essays and monographs, But upon this solid foundation of learning he built gardens and eummer-houses and pavilions of fancy and humor and poetry. His “Ballads of Blue China,” “Helen of Troy,” “Rhymes a la Mode” and “How to Fail in Literature” show his lighter vein at its best. He} could summon the pale ghosts of mythology and folk-lore in “Custom . and Myth,” “Homer and His Age,” and make them fascinating. He could draw the task out of an essay and leave pure pleasure. Boys and girls will always love him for the Blue Fairy Tale Book and the Red Fairy Tale Book and their sister colors, The love and gratitude of children are proud garlands for any man of letters, For young and old Lang unpacked the trappings of history and legend and made them do service in a living pageant that every man can look upon with understanding and delight. Cos Cob Nature Notes HE papers quote nezer John Hill, our Congressman, though he lives in Norwalk, some cleven miles away, a B uttering mournful sounds to the effect that murder was committe) at Baltimore during the recent Demo- cratic ceremonies, meaning thereby that some ond spoke disrespectfully of the tariff, a thing that has made E. J. rich through his iron works, but not giving much to the nelghbors, As we all them off though | as done any of HE Post Road has been closed at sl another place by the Mighway- man, but the little boys who are qualifying to hold office in Horseneck let down the chain for gutolsts for 2% cents and slip them through when the watchman is absent, we do not see it. that he : . LACKBERRY ple { coming tnto the ante! Come on, lets slt down. weipemnener eS Pane read Beaty B bloom, This tg one of the best of sat {iter a comvortable, place for ber tn the! Of our citizens hud changed thelr minds our homermade comestibies, The Mr. J (enthusiastically) Gee! Look at) he would be cleaning castings at Nor- | biackverry Fadia csted By ie Oth this Uttle trick In red! Isn't she a win- corte and is heavy guard 2a { ent t ner Walk instead of being @ statesman atl icing witch take vigorous hold of Washington. There fine old hymn ow I raise my It may refer to the tariff, Wbenezer whieh certainly raised one's pants when pleking |Jam ts also a sweet solace, Blackberry him to where|!® the thing, especlally when accom- he ‘a From little things we have|Panied by a glass of milk that has not Heard if he is scared to run Jim ts. become acquainted with the milkman, willing to try it whether the tariff is —_ murdered or not. His system of pro- LL parties are well represented tection is just as good for Jim as A in our local journalism, The Wbenezer's !s for hin, but more local, Graphic is Democratic, the Press is progressive and the News ts Jim EE pond is full of little fish which | 44): the big fish come in at high tide to deyour, This is a quger thing HE eels are fat and are biting. about fish that they eat each other ti- People who do not like eels do etead of somebody else as we all do, not know what {s good, They except the mosquito, which takes a pul et our veins for a few drops and them departs if not slapped, leaving the |veniently arranged for detachment with have only one backbone, although it ts three-cornered, and the meat 1s con- But the ple| ive He wet T'll make some claret lemonade’ sald Mrs. Jarr, with a gush of ho! Pitality., “It's such a warm evening.” "S-s-sh}" cried Mr. Sliver, as though Mrs. Jarr had proposed an orgie. “Al- though Birdie's mother Isn't with us T have promised" awr gives mo # pain,” the dull-faced young woman, remarked “what's Pree Publishing Co, he World), R. JACK SILV eR entered the Mees flat preceding an ove Ly Alma dressed, duis 20UNe W “Miss Birdie Maginnis!" sald Mr. Sil- ver, as though introducing the Queen of % Copyright, 19 heba, "You've all heard of Miss Ma- BEACH BABBLING. binnis?” ‘ Both Mr, and Mra, Jarr murmured | Scene: (A), Dating peo they were “delighted,” and "Certainly ‘This meant they were delikited to! meet Miss Maginnis, and they certainly had heard of In both statemen: the Jarra were making use of the con- ventional prevarications of society, “La Superba, you know,” Mr, Silver went on with eager enthusiasm. “Never travels anywhere without her mother. Do you, Birdie?” Miss Maginnis yawned and remarked: “Yep, Mawr 1s certainly the prize pest and stick-around," ‘She's a regular baby, Has the mind of a child, you kno explained Mr, Silver, as he dodged around La Superba, assisting her to remove the Mght silk automobile wrap she wore, | Mrs, J. (almost #peechless with rage) — Mr, Jarre murmured that the fact was | you don’t know a curve when you| very apparent, Ise one, do you? CONVOLUTED! (Mrs. J. makes an inarticulate sound and turns Nor back.) Str S. (aftably)—Come on, I was only ¥ recognize me, Freddie? I was staring right at you all the time, Don't know your own wife when you see her in something slick, eh? Mr. J. (gasping)—Say, was your right always like that? rs, J. (indignantly, looking down)— What do you mean? WHAT way? Mr, J. (lankly)—Why kinda convo- luted, and it doesn't match the other one at all! Did you know it didn't? Switching the Deal. joking, You're all right, Jenny, I don't think you'd get the crowned heads of Europe to sell the upholstery off thetr thrones for you—but you're just the thing for a fifty-dollar-a-week man, If, you Were any classier I'd have to raise) Mrs. J. (taking stock of the creature)— A winner? Where? Around the feet? | Why, she's an ice wagon! laced to death, too. I'll bet abe’ ing agonies! Mr. J. (admtringly)—Well, she don't! look {t, See, she's turning around, SOME back——what? Why, she holds, herself Uke a queen! Mra, J. (viclously)—She looks tke « stuffed tomato! Mr, J. (facetiously)—Well, I must con- tomatoes have always made a hit with me, from Infancy up! (turns and surveya his spouse). @ay, why don't your sult look Hke that on you? Mra, J, cemphatically)—What? hers? “Old-time women were content to stay at home. Modern women are crazy to go, out Into the world and @arn money.” Like “THE TEDDYRIZED MILK . BULL Moose -|you look like in your sult? Wl ike a bandaged cel, with a shoestring | Copyright, 1912, ihe New York Worth) WAGONS NOISY. A Vision of Loveliness Bursts | Into the Jarrs’ Sheltered Life) the blowoff?"" “Just a quiet evening, that’s all,” ex-| Mrs, Jarr after a pause, plained Mr, Sliver, to meet you.’ “Small timet sneered the woman looking around the apartment. | “Why are we playing small time?” ‘This was an enigma to the others and none attempted to answer It. Pe eect ER RT Domestic Dialogues. Woodward by ‘The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Wosld). Mne an’ it dropped on you and stuck there! Mrs, J. (white with fury)—Oh, It DOES, does it? What do you suppose You look around your neck! That's what YOU look Mke! Mr. J. (resentfully)—See! There you go getting nasty again! I didn't com- pare you to any animals, did know you can joke without zoological! Mrs. J. (suddenly)—Oh, look at this shape coming down the beach, will you? Mr. J. (Johnny on the spot)--Which one? The girl in green? Mrs. J. (with scorn)-No, The man in gray. Oh, what a divine outline that man has! Just look at the way he slopes In at the walst, and look at the breadth of his shoulder, and the way his ankles taper! thing ever? Mr, J. (bitterly)—And now look at his head and face, It looks like a boiled onion with a bunch of spinach on it! bet that dub hasn't got brains t him till he gets to the “lin @ not disinterested marmer, for the | last fifteen minutes! Mrs, J. (coldly)—Really! she's been wondering whether that thirty-two chest is your monogram or the number of your cell! Mr. J. time for us to go into the water, Mrs, J. (eweetly, as a parting shot)— Well, look, out that one of ithe fish| Mr. J, (calmly)—Thank you, Ané@ you'll ring. look out that you're not “That's 80. Mr. J, (goin: The hand that used into detatl)-Sure, Your rest, Yet everybody is down on the|@ fork or can be bit off, according to Mosquito and sets Fred Lyon to killing the esters iten of table etiquette, ult looks like [somewhere an cradie wante to oradie t wae hanging on @ lin you walked under the to rock ¢ the ‘rocks,’ " ut y 7 the flew Wreaber, Mn, 2, wader Eurmured Mr, Jerr: ow mattifteras (e matvimenr! 60P" Isn't. he the classiest | The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, July. 23, Refiqgie ot B@ By Maurice Ketten WILSON'S oop ENOUGH FoR ME “I want my friends) the evening was s0 | young | hurriedly, I suppose your thing you have tatooed on your manly, was a surprise to her, | (wisely rising)—I guess {t's prised that she has the mini | don't take you fur a plece of bait, dear. the {dylile charin, takert for one of the bdell-buoys, won't impatient:” \terfly he gits the slides upside down ‘she holds out a white silk lnel cape on \@ darkened stage,” , 1912 7 Copyright, 19: probably the best she could do A , by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). MAN never should blame his wife because they arc ill-mated; he was pS) ROWLAND or she woutdn't have marricd him, without shattering his resolution not the armor-plate of his caution. 4 woman spends half her life in half in pretending not to know. mains only for somebody to invent a sweet dream, rie man does the choosing, the coi Ja pretty woman's eyrs. A man first begs for a woman's kisses; then takes them, then demande them, then accepts them and then endures them. ‘ Now that we have the noiseless gun and the noiseless typewriter it the woman if it turns out unhappily, just as he blames his indigestion n agi lobster he in sted on eating for dinner. A man spends his boyhood stuffing himself with green fruit: stuffing a woman with flattery; his r@ idle age stuffing his wife with fairy j tales, and his old age stuffing his grandchildren with lollipops. There never was a man too nearsighied to sce the look of admiration tn Nowadays a girt can break a man's heart in forty-seven different wave to marry or making a single dent in . learning what she spends the other noiseless baby to make life one urting and the proposing and thew This is the sentimental season when the skeletons of dead loves rattle loudly in the closet of every old bache! lors heart, his youth Copyright, 1912, by ‘The tress Pub | LL are famillar to-day with | the presence and uses of pep- | sin in the stomach. It is one of the ferments manufactured | by the body Itself in the! Stomach for the purpose of digesting the proteld food we eat, such as meat, flah, exgs, &c. This simple and very} useful substance was not known to ex- ist before the da: Theodo-e | Schwann. In the course of his studies! and investigations of the physlologica! | Processes of stomach digestion he came upon the discovery of pepsin. This discovery, however, !s one of tne minor _achtevements of Dr. Schwann, of | whiclthere are quite a number. He ts chiefly known to the sclences of biology and medicine for his studies and invest!- gations into the cellular structure of animals and plant: He was the first scientist to demon-| strate the fact that the different tissuss | and organs of the bodles in both ani-! mal and plant were made up of cell and that the cell {s the unit of which all living organisms are made up. He was likewise the first scientist to deny the possibility of spontaneous generation; that is, that the lowest forms of vegetable and animal life, as are some of the germs of diseaso, GINE HE LIBERTY ano WATER. “Shall we have more light?" asked “I thought as “Oh, no more Nght ia Mr. Silver "The child {s In a flerce Epoch Makers IN MEDICINE By }. A. Hasik, M. D. lishing Co, THEODORE SCHWANN, Founder of the Cell Doctrine. jcine. The New York World). are created spontaneousiy, out of Me air, as It were, Ils views were later conclusively proven by the famous ex- periments of the French chemist, Louls Pasteur. Theodore Schwann was born at Reuss, Germany, In 1810. After he graduated from the Gymnasium he was sent to | the University of Bonn to study phil- osophy. Here he came under the tnflu- ence of the great German physician, Jo- hann Muller, with whom he conducted experiments In physiology. While doing this work he decided to study med! On leaving the University of Bona he went to Wurzburg, where he studied for two years, and then went to Berlin to complete his medical education. After he completed his studies he be- came assistant to Dr. Johann Muller, with whom he continued his scientifio labors for seven years. At the age of thirty he published his great book, which established for all time the truth of his cell doctrin In recognition of his scientific achteve- ments he was made professor of anst- lomy and physlology at the University of Louvain, and later at Liege, Belgium. He contthued teaching anatomy and Physiology until his death on Jam 14, 1882, blaze of cruel lights, night after night; “Gotter ham operator,” ventured the ' young nan, “and in the humum but- Butt don’ 't mind the light in my peeps “Ien't she a child?" cried Mr. Silver beaming upon the young lady he wa: escorting. Copyright, 1912, by The Press Puli HERE are certain colors that look Te remarkably well when placed to- | gether; there are certain shades} that will pass muster, while there are others that shriek their protest at be-; ing used in the same costume. Brown and blue are good colors to wear at the same time, or brown and violet, A street sult of brown with either a blue or violet hat to give the needed contrasting color is always at- tractive. Naturally tan shoes go excellently well with this dress, and if one wears the velvet or silk bows with the 1s and white frills on the fro: walst, {t ell to have the ribbon match the sult or have it of the violet or blue to carry out the color scheme of the hat, Another {dea for the woman ‘ho takes | thought of the details 1s to purchase amber eardrops or to wear a string of amber beads around her neck, Or if the |vtolet hat has been chosen to complete ne amethyst eardrops would “A child? Why, she's a the chatter!” said the young evishty, “Why're we playin’ small time, hey “Isn't this the young lady who"— “Yes,” sald Mr. Silver, bursting to jtell, “It ls no secret, my dear friends! This {s the famous ‘La Superba, the Firefly Venus! Artists rave over her figure!" “Oh, yes, we've seen her. colored pictures thrown She has upon her as remarked Mr. Jarr. “The most beautiful and colorful, be- wildering and aston!shing vision ever seen upon the stage!” cried the enrap- tured bachelor, “And she has the mind of a child “My act's being crabbed by a lot of cheap imitators,” said La Superba? with some asperity. ‘But I was fust to originate being the “Humum Illustrated Song.’ Me act's copyrighted, but that don't protect you from pirutes, But, * here her volce rose in queru’ “what're we rlayin’ ae andkerehiofe to matsh the sul: or of the contrasting color of the hat would add @ finishing touch, Handkerchiefs with bars of heavier Ines upon them always look well with a street suit, so 4¢ the handkerchiefs are of white and , dearie,” said Mr. Silver soothingly. “I want you to have a pleasant evening amid refined surround- ings. Remember, your mother trusts you in my car ‘Color Combinations for the Well Groomed Woman ishing Co, (The New York World), the bars of the color of the suit or {t would give a stylish effect. Anottt < neat handkerchief for day use is the one of white that has {ts edges rolled and caught down by colored thread, Tan gloves would go well with this costume, or gloves of white—of doe- skin, for instance, which are heavily )wiitched and look so stunning upon the street. Some women like to carry out the color scheme {tn the petticoat and there is no reason why it should not be done. Certainly @ brown stk slip-skirt would look more attractive than a black, and even a violet or blue would not be in »|Poor taste, though they would sofl so quickly that practical use, This brown and violet combination may be used by any one without @ sal- low complexto: they would be of little and who has brown hair or eyes, Violet is not apt to be becoming *0 a person who has not much color, but {f the wearer's skim ts clear and she ts careful to choose the blue and not the violet, dt would P to be The brown with blue ean be ‘worn by one who has either grey, or blue eyes, though if the siin te low, {tis well to discard brown en and iurn to other colors for a beconmtrig nation, tisfactory, combined “Oh, Mawr's too sure of certain oer epee Mrs, J, (laughing harehly)—Gour! MPs", declared Le Superbe with ab- Have You Any Idea What a Dingo Is? . Cavann : other yawn, ‘Ain't anybody going to a rtd dog of Aunteala {si the WOReh a a Mrs. Jarr suggested that they might rasa cragy about him! Pe bli to Hastern Brena + the, coy- |his traps and wate! r \ ca, acks or follow the merry crowd. Pray don't’ gy0" emarked that she was glad she |*0 ! . jat his enemy, In th let me detain you, You know, if I feany hired. the taxicab, She could tralla’s chief industry; the breeding of|ptice on the head of every dingo Ee |tried very hard I MIGHT be able to year 4 sheep. |some parts a dingo is worth $50 or even get the little red pigeon to take pity ‘sat, she Many are the schemes evolved for the $5 to the man w ‘yon me! She's been looking my W&Y. who made her own livin wild dog's destruction, but his capture | to the Pastoral Bo: “So frank! So engaging!" enthused |oF death Is a comp unbvaly her escort. ‘I know this fs @ treat to|currence when set aguinst his depredations, There are dog trappers ‘Mrs, Jarr remarked grimly that it| Who spend their whole lives in trying to catch dingos, men who have studied “I suppose because a young girt has ajevery aspect of their work and who | carecreiv on the stage—you are eur-(apare no pains and avold no hardships! of «(ina constant warfare with the wile and | child? inquired Mr, Silver, ‘That's cunning of the sheep slayer, says the | Philadelphia Inquirer. Though the dingo is met with from time to time in almost every part of [the Australian bush, his principal habt- | jtat ts the rough range country In the centre and north of New South Wales om the deep, dark scrubs of Queene ‘The dog trapper's tile ts of the lonalle 'ereus ea fayilic charm!” “Let's blow!” remarked the lady with “I'm sitting tn this re till me feet's asleep: “She's a child!” cried Mr, Silver. "80 “Not half as impatient as we are,” "Must vou reaty |lend in the fay out Queensland jdistricts, where large packs travel to- gether, one hears of them attacking jmen in lonely 1 the manner of wolves The dingo ne * jhow! is a [nights and is bh [sie shag Vor weeks, perhaps months, he camps in the desolate ranges, ectting ing with ready rifle in the moonlit nights for a chance shot bush there to & delivers his sealp dor to the squatter, confines his maar > and weakling As a rule the derous attacks calves, » bat his weird nthe bugh vt cundiing in the em. treme and trying to the nerves of the new chum (tenderfooty cainped alton in the bush for te first tine, Owing 4 hls wining and swiftness i” changing % the dingo holds his own i dantral Australia and is likely t for many ‘és tor 4 wi “some enevsbould amily