The evening world. Newspaper, July 27, 1912, Page 8

= | Sue Fee World. ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, BPliehes Daily Except Sunday } by Logi Fubttening Company, RALPH J. ANGUS a KAW, JOSEPH PULITZER, Entered at the Post-OMice nt Now, 63 to ——ee tt Hn and Tors ay, Syeond,Ciess For Englend and tion Rates to The Fvent eeeerrorla tor the tinited ‘Staton Ait Gouriries in the International | and Canada. Postal Union. — ‘Year... 0} One Year... eo OOF Month, .20|One Month. . aN VOLUM NO, 18,602 SEND FOR SCOTLAND YARD. | oa HUS far we have obtained nothing to warrant the indict- ment of anybody,” declared the District-Attorney yester- day anent the Rosenthal case, “The Police Department! would like to have it said that the District-Attorney has ev ae which would warrant indictments. That would make the case my) baby as it were. But the Police Department still owns the child.” And the harder the police try to mislay the child the more they | | will have to answer for in the end. For ten days the names of the men who shot Rosenthal have been whispered on street corners and discussed over beer glasses in| low cafes. Those names are common gossip. ‘The men are still at large. The New York police have no lack of knowledge of gamblers anal their ways. Our high police officials are mines of just such informa- | tion. Does anybody suppose, for example, that the Deputy Police Commissioner performed the duty of protecting pool sellers and race- track gamblers for fifteen years without getting to know theso | gentry? ! The New York police know the New York gamblers, ‘The New| York police know the New York gangsters. The gangsters and the, gamblers know the New York police. The average citizen rub bia} syez in amaze at some of the intimacies revealed! How can any one believe that the present New York police will | ever uncover all that lies hidden in and around and under the Rosen- thal case? Does a crooked corporation point out the juggling in} its own books? What is needed is a thorough overhauling of the police-gambling-gang amalgamation by disinterested outside experts. Why not start a public subscription to hire a dozen men from} Scotland Yard? Let trained, bona fide, corruption proof detectives | first dissect the Rosenthal affair, and then ransack the New York police structure from cellar to attic—forgetting no closets, respect- ing no private rooms. We might learn something. oS ee A ROMANCE OF TRADE. T" city recorded a touching story of life-long simplicity and happy industry with the death of the old Bowery florist, Le Moult. For nearly fifty years he brightened New York with ‘his beloved flowers. Supreme arbiter of floral taste and sentiment, he taught wany a bashful youth to choose blossoms with deep meanings, aud helped many a blushing girl to read the flower language. Artist and master in his profession, for years the city took its floral fashions from him. He made the water lily the flower of flowers for the fas- tidious. He composed the passionate bouquets that floated over the footlights to the dainty feet of favorite dancers and actresses. He selected the famous “buttonholes” for the great Wallack—paragon of matinee idole. He even joked in flowers—as when he made a flowery counterpart of Harrigan, of Harrigan and Hart, that bounced up through a trap door on the stage and fooled a delighted audience. For a generation and more, in courtship, in marriage, and in death, New York expressed its hopes and joys and sorrows and sym- pathies with the faithful, understanding help of Le Moult. A brave figure, this old German florist, skilled in all flower craft, purveyor of hothouse fancies yet loving the wild flowers best, devoted to his trade which he thought the most beautiful of all, living happy and even famous in his little world until his wife died, and his simple old heart broke. ———— NYBODY who doubts that suffragisis are capable of great forensic triumphs will please note the classic finality with which they disposed of the contention that women have not fortitude und endurance enough to act as tower telegraphers: “Too silly for any use!” Would Daniel Webster have argued better? ace — GOVERNMENT injunction suit against the Chicago Butter ana or Clara Mudridge-Smith, Mrs, Jarr had met “the person” and he had a better nature | fatuated he ia lost to reas «iris are, head over @ creature like that!" Such Is Life! 3% (-a=3e Yeo IAM TaRING MY HUSBAND Jo THE COUNTRY HE IS COMPLETELY (ee see Soe OUT. HE COUNTRY LIFE Witt Oo HIM ool c Pe Lon ye! a The Evening World Daily Magazine, R he JANO-PLAYE RL ACCOMPANIMENT, Your Wite Want Nou AT Tae Neel MMEDIATELY iO HELP HER To WIN “THE PicTuRE Pu22Le CONTEST ublishing Oo+ york Woda her to 1 suppore, went on, “When @ man Sliver, “And if you could sea this aald * what astonishes me, not even chic, mae only thing to do ts to can ta ine Bhe's duil, as some chorus And Jack Silver to lose his 9 ¥ e “It's only @ temporary mad but Egg Board brought out testimony showing that the New York wite it weeny hone ea ene ; market demands a higher grade of butter than is required in Chicago, | Ber!" cried the younger matron, “We And even then it won’t melt in some mouths hereabouts! pA acai EE a must see what we can do with the per- won who has his fate in her hands!"" “That's all very well to say, but how will we get in contact with this woman who paes unde colored young ant E ARE GLAD Senator Lodge rapped Senator Root for that | in vaudevitie?” asked Mrs, Jarr. "I'm split infinitive. To heedlessly split an infinitive is bad. Just |Sun'tent ae you ne thet Tyr ote a a preposition is no kind of word to end a sentence with, to save Jack Silver! He won't thank M* BALFOUR says that man is still a wild animal. No wonder, when jt was left to this animal to do his own domesticating! Even a horse expects somebody to help him put his bridle on, Letters From the People name that is not his own, experts tell me, he will almoat invariably give "Cc" aa his middle initial, Who can Bive any fort of explanation for elther of these queer twists of the human brain? COLUMBIA SENIOR, hem I wae a Little Girl To the Katiior of The Brewing World Tread the atory about the red smoke- stacks, When I wan a iittle girl in Springficld, Mans, 1 used to lve near the old Boston and Albany Railroad | station, and every second or third en- wine would have a ht red amoke- stack, Once in @ great while there would be a xreen smokestack, The To the Kaitor of The Evening World rest were black, Alwo, the engines Here are w couple of oddities that I/ would bear, in large bright lette: would Uke some psychological reader to| some man's full name. I don't kn explain: When you ask a man, quickly, | why all this was done, but 1 remember t@ mame some number beeen one and |{t. I wonder if some old railroad per- tem, why will ho, three out of|#on could explain, It might pe rather fers, say “seven?” When & man signs a | interesting, MRS, CARY, ‘To whe Editor of The 1 was interested in that controversy some time ago on the subject of “razor golf," the idea being to see In how many tasor strokes a man can get a clean shave. I huve tried it ever since, At] « first 4: took ninety-one strokes for me to shave clean, Now, however, I have wot it it down to fortyseight, What reader can beat that record? Alvo I nm father, shave and clean my raaors mix and one-half minutes, Who can beat that speed record? Speak up, shavers, BE, J, “Cand “7. our conacten ridge-Smith, “and, anyway, the idea of But he will duty * coincided Mrs, Worth Losing. ve OW to society and to Mua. when. “When you tried your best to get him?” remarked Mrs. Jarr, completing her friend's sentence. sure ae I'm sitting here, 1 only fet mixed up in an unpleasant affair and wish we had attended to things con- cerning ourselves! Still, as you say, we must save him, But how?” ‘Tt wil! be observed that if Jack Silver Sy (Remarks of the Proprietor of the Copyright, 1012, IVEY say I'm tum. I bin ving less than @ hundred mile from New York fer nigh onto fifty year an’ I bin there twice. bin runnin’ this here hotel fer twenty year as a rip roarin’ summer resort, ALL (MPROVEMENTS. summer 1 git a crowd of city folk up here to part with thelr money, an’ there ain't a darned improvement on ney think they're so all-fired smart a rube! Why, in winter T alt down In front of my fire, with a pipe an’ a book an’ & glass o' toddy an’ think of them poor devila down there In the ctty hustlin’ thelr legs short fer what they're goin’ to spend up here next summ: An’ the thought 1s so soothin me plumb asleep! Y' see the first tmportant point ‘bout locatin’ station that the th there is awful disp folks is lazy. that, An’ ht of wittin’ back sin’, Y'know city no gittin’ out o° ‘round these parts last summer, up 0 kind of a sin-dee-ki toavac the doctor's business vy in tl 20 fall of the year when we git throug’ “That'd be the best thing that could happen to you” st a he ene with their people. ,An’ be said ite omly fair that the warn yer! By Alma Woodward. by The Prese Publiabing Co. (The New York World). slow, An’ maybe | But TT inink it's @ Kood Idea—tt ‘peal to me. And every the it just pute @ summer hotel In the moun-/ be tains is to git so far away frum the they'll stand fer a lot sooner) hitch up, when the horses ain't got the | than traipae twelve or fifteen mile over made the sujjestion that the hotel pr'pri'tors an’ the clty doctors git together an’ rig! you fool yerself. Saturday, July 27, (1912 tabi Yorn Wort) -) $ By Maurice Ketten YOuR WIFE WANTS You AT THE HOTEL, One HORS BEARER NS Ane A GAME oF BRIDGE wut Wear wnt we MTZ Sd - we wars “s nan uh, ANTS ‘You To He USER cee THE MEETING oF THE LAI SUFFRAGETTES oF HOTEL \ CAN'T MY WIFE ay WANT ME To Hes Ba TEA AT ° wy A HOME For. A WALK QusTave Mrs. Jarr Discovers That Stage Mothers Aren’t on the Free List. PVSSSTISSTIIOTTSS 999TTSIIIIFOTINGS 89R99090000800000 had been a married man of thelr ac-/ “But he mustn't marry her! And how quaintance they wouldn't have stirred} can we prevent it? asked Mrs. Jarr. we must eee the young a finger to keep him from trouble, worry or scandal of any sort, But when a man’s single it's different with il women, married or single, who know him. Mrs, Mudridge-Smith demon- strated this by saying: “tAnd if he does marry such @ creatur with such connections I'll cut him deed all the days of ‘his life!” “As I sid, “And TI suppose you know where to find her?” suggested Mra. Jarr. “I do dndoed,” replied the younger matron. “My maid knows Clarence. Jack Sliver's valet, and Jack Stlver's valet knows her maid"— “Her maid?" erled Mre Jarr. may, yes," girl on the stage tas to have two thinge—a maid and a mother. ister 1.—THE SECRET. & second best dress, ut she must have @, mother and a maid. You know, T was thinking of going on the stage, and took vocal, dancing and elocution les- fons. Thad a maid, of course, and she was crazy to go on the stage with me. But all the mothers I could get thought I was a dig simpleton and they asked such outrageous salaries. Two of them that T took on trial as mothers drank; and several others I had come to se me set their caps for my husband at frat sight and scared him"— ‘T never heard of such things Mra. Jarr. ‘Well, those are the facts. A dra- matic career means the strictest ob- wervance of traditions that are hard and fast in the conventions of uncon- ventionality. T suppose ‘La Superba’ Moantain House.) pr'pri'tors ought to git a share in the graft, First off, I thought that feller | was handin’ me a bunkum, but he wa'n't boardin’ at my house, so I knew he didn’t have nothin’ against me! An’ | Y'know we're light on meat up here. We give ‘em roast beef on one day an’ roast lamb the next, an’ on Wednes- days an’ Sundgys sometimes we Xill fcken; an’ all you got to do when they complain is to remind ‘em it's bad to eat meat in summer, Which it Ain't, accordin’ to my lights. orlad 0 , . ora} haa @ black alpaca mother.’ that they can't be took in, An’ here! Because they all think they're up hore} 284 M . they go an’ work like Sam Hill alll fer thelr health, Ain't it funny? Tho] “A black alpaca mother?” repeated winter fer the coin they're goin’ to give | heftlest lot o' females (a hundred and| Mra. Jarr. : re In summer—an’ I'm supposed to be] eighty on the hoof, sure,) beat up ror ‘Yes, a black alpaca mother, But ‘mommer’ {# the accepted term. They come cheaper-#5 2 week, and help the exes in milk, down It lke three times a day, an’ they wus dyin’ of the coughin’ sickness! An‘ every time they| maid. A_ black silk mother comes ewallers a dose I look at ‘em an’ thin: rer, ‘They have Southern accents ‘Wal, It'll take about three weeks| 4nd get $10 a week and commission on Jewelry they pick for thetr daughters from admirers and other things, furnish | lorgnettes, and If they have snow-w! hatr and long aristocratic hands to wear real strict. with ‘em on Sunday,; knitted black silk mitts on, to show Days when the boarders ain't here we thelr old-fashioned rings, they ask more, don't know no difference on Sundays, Oh, T know!" frum other days, even though they call| Mrs. Jarr looked us blue Presbytertane—'cept we DO| “I guess yo ridge-Smith! more o' that kind 0° fodder to set the old iver kickin’ real smart, an’ when you git back to the city, oh my, ain't you goin’ to be billous! Another thing that you got to do nite her In surprise, do know, Clara Mut- ou know too much.| Come to think of tt, maybe T had better heavy an’ drive to church, fer recre- | the wind out o' the old melodeon, just| mothers I learned only because I found| an’ they think|to make it seem real, It'a the little; if T did go on the atage I'd be dost with time! touches that count, y'know! [out one, They are the business mani A smart aleck man that wus up here,| An’ say, maybe they think they kin) sens, social cicerones and Nving, sei sit past me with the scandal they car- ries on right under my nose. Don't) T don't need no specs »|to mpot it, neither! An’ to-morrer, if you got time, just you look 1} around here, behind the tce how \@U tell you some of It, It's spicy, I evident testimony to one's respectability when In the dramatic profession, What 1s the stage without Its mothers?" “Well, let's go out and look up the to ‘La Su- “But I know Vit regret mixing up in this, and, Mr, Jerr will sey ‘I talé you eo!’ said Mre, Mudridge-| An) actress may not have an engagement or| They | thelr own costumes and gold Copyright, 1912, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World) “WHY IS A BACHELOR?” JIY is a bachelor? Ask any of your sleek, well- W question and he will gian some seedy, tired wink and answer smugly here's a rea Verily, In these days of ‘hole-proof socks, bache chafing-dishes, ready-made shirts and a superilulty of charming wor would seem to be absolutely no reason why a man should voluntarily his freedom and the delightful variety of his extetence for ti | sending all his evenings (and all his money) with one girl “Why, If a man can joyfully abide ich evening by a different damsel’s side, Were't not a shame, were't not a sha To any ONE forever to be tied!" Counting up the material benefits to be derived from the suppose: state of wedlock, certainly the answer is “NI The comforts a two-by- four apartment, shared with however dear cannot be compared to the comfort, which can be purchased with the sar concentrated on your own sweet physical well-being. Even home-cooking, while It occasionally rises to ambrosial heights, je @pt to be much more fluctuating and less dependable than the sold, if prosaic, handiwork of the gods and goddesses wio preside over the bachelor’s Digestive Altars. Assurediy, the spoiled and petted young bachelor SEBPMS to get all the good things tn life, including the devotion of most of the prettiest women. BUT—how about the OLP BACHELOR” Tak: jook at dim well-preserved, well-groomed—and then ask yourself if you among all your married friends, a greater misanthrop sationed, disillusioned, soul-weary, heart-hungry, man Perhaps you can, but I cannot. I have never met a bachelor of over forty- five who did not inspire me with an impulse to hold out my hand in brotherly pity—and then rush off and marry the first girl who would have m I've always wondered why the world wasted its symp on the id mad," while it had nothing but admiration and envy for the man who had escaped the tolls bachelor friends this 1g married man, erifloe doubtful joy of y ecstatic sleek, well-fed, an call to mind, more discontented, @le- | of Hymen at fifty. | | | { | | | | | on The | Passed her by, it was not because she gave them the cold shoulder. | Right’ come her way, her woman's instinct w: Lonely and miserable a spinster may be, but she of knowing that her misery is not of « at least the consolation If Life and Love have Had “tr impelled her to clasp own making A have his hand in welcome, But the old bachelor knows that it !* his own fault; that “It might have been” otherwise had he had the courage to grasp the opportunity—and the girl. He knows that he has GUESSED WRONG—and he “hasn't got another gaess.” “Pehaw!" you exclaim. “A man can marry at ANY time! On, y Why, of course! A man is never too old to marry—SOMEBODY. But marriage at fifty 1s no more like marriage at thirty than canned cherries are ike those on the tree, or a dried apple ple is ike a ripe orchard, ‘The fires have died out in the heart, and the wine of life has turned to vinegar. ‘There are still just as good fish in the sea as ever were taken out of it'—but the bait is stale and the zest is gone, and one's illusions ‘have dried up. ‘There is a time for everything!” said the wise old preacher. And he who misses any part of this I!fe shall never recall !t. Besides, a bachelor of fifty 1s no moro free to marry than the most-married man of hig acquaintances. He is wedded—tied—by all the bonds of Nature to a! collection of habits, which he could no more change for a woman than he could change his Agure, or the shape of his nose. He doesn't even WANT to marry. Having lost the DREAM, he is unwilling to accept the shadow—and he is wise. It would be ebout as thrilling as celebrating Christmas on the Fourth of July. A married man, on the other hand, has no collection of habits. He has never ‘been allowed such luxuries. Life has been too full to permit him to get into a rut. A wife rubs the sharp corners and raw edges off a man. She “takes him in’ and “irons him out,’ and puts passementerie on his disposition. If he ts not ecstatically happy, he is at leant fairly contented, because he has never ac- quired that ingrowing pessimism of the bachelor. His moods work themselven off outwardly. When he has a grouch or @ fit of the blues he can kick the cat, grow! at the breakfast, rail at his wife, and break the furniture, thus getting !t out of his system. But the bachelor’s grouches get INTO his syatem and accumulate unt!! he {s Milled with melandelic bile, which turns into chronic pessimism. The married man, or the widower, even the divorced man, has the consola- tion of knowing that he has put his lips to life's beaker and drained the draught, bitter or sweet. If his {llueions are shattered—well he's HAD ‘em; and he's had the fun of shattering them HIMSELF. He didn't put his toys on the closet shelf and leave them there until they rusted away. He played with them for a day at least and had the fun of smashing them! Moreover, he MAY be perfectly happy. There ARE happy married men; I've seen ‘em. But I've never seen a happy old bachelor. Marry? Certainly I shell marry! Marry sensibly, if I can, and foolishly rather than not at all. I'm no sentimental miser. I'm a good sport—or nothing. And if I should chance to make a mistake—woll, there 1s always a chance that @ man may be able to escape from a wife; but @ misanthropic buchelor ean never escape from HIM@BLF. Cheer Up, Cuthbert!” What's the Use of Being Blue? There Is a Lot of Luck Left. By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1012, by The Prew Publishing Co. (The New York World). 4g you Must, but don’t Renig! R= i] Concentrated Action can't Proceed from a Diffuston of Ideas! It's Queer what Tight-Wad-tsh Ten- dencies some of us Develop when we Bury a Few Bones in the Bank! We DON'T BELIEVE that Hades t# The Man who 18| Paved with Half so Many Good Inten- Guided Solely by | tlons as the Sardonic Maxim says ft te! the ‘It Don't Pay" | - Dictum will Bear! It !s Sufficient Proof that Whiskey Plenty of Watch- isn't Importunate when so many Inveg- Ing. | tebrates weakly whimper that they can't | “Let Whiskey Alone!" If you Think! eave agta Hara | ihe Mislead Genlus who wrote the ‘oollsh, Reverse-English Maxim that Luck Story, keep| sme oniy Way to cet Rid of a Temp- right on Taking it! tation In to Yield to It? Found Out Det- out in Thinking, Talking About It is ferently when he icked Oakum de Bad Medicine! {tween Writing Verges of ‘The Ballad |of Reading Gaol!” When a Man's friends say that his Word 4) an Good ay ble Bond, Opportunity, unlike ihe Install. Neve fit, but when he himself sa; , {ment Man, WON'T “Come Around we're from Joplin! Newt Week!” When the Vacuum Cleaner called Con-| yyy ayous ene wclence refuses to Vac, we're In Heinie!| 10" about Hven Money, and Tap jYour Pick, between the Crab who's @l- — {ways Demanding hiv Rights and the The Quellful Quirt always awalts the | ygou ney who's Chronically Quarrelsome! his Wrongs! Forever Whining about ‘The Brain-Bemasing Habit sheers off! If you Don't Beli from the Man who Loves the Normal! gympathizes with t nd Dee {Read what the Whole © “a The Man who Moans that he's “Belng avout the nl ae Washi, lub! | Pounded!” 19 Always Shy about Telling Ball Why! . | —_>-—- A Pertinent Question. | z 1 Pe SING of " dusty, corduroy roads, in a wagon that in the mornin’ leave Jack Silver to his fate, A iri] 4 FalDown is Merely Feivaus: Bat S' Faulkner neal at the yen ain't. even got @ remembrance of| But when the boarders is here we|that knows only her own world may|@ Lay-Down ts Fatal! [Pe Oh go Monpltah: tora iy enna springs, don't ‘low ‘em to play cards, nor tennia,| make him a etter wife than a womnn —_ | story ie following Second, you got to play the egga up| nor sing, They just got to ait still an’|of our world who knows everything.” The Next-Morning Misery is @ Lot of | A mysterious building had heen erected good un’ strong. Us country folks don't! look at each other, an’ it makes ‘em| “What nonsense you talk!" cried Mrs.| Punishment for an Hour or @o of More/on the outskirty of a small towne Mt eat hardly no eggs at all, There pripri'tor. An’ then "long! Mudridge-Smith, with seme aaperity, “Tor Less Chimpanseot#h Exhilaration! © | Was shrouded in mystery. All. that wa nothin’ that'll set your Hyer spinnin n o'clock my gal, Cornelta, | couldn't marry Jack Silver If T wanted | — known about it was that it was © know. An’ yet, you| Koes into the gettin’ room an’ pushos|to, and what T know of professional) Habit and Hatred show their Claws) SHemical luboratury, An old farmer drive whon the Cancellation Clause is Pulled | Ep ‘: had pd | Way. -caited 1 er | ‘What be y doin’ In this place?’ The Battle that one Wins over Him-| “We are searching for « universal gole bts I vent, something that will dij self te 60 Merciiess that No Quarter) things” said the chemin, Nove @& can be Shown! “What good will thet be? | “Imagine, sir, It will dissolve ett ee ain Wis nee eee ak things, aly we want a sulution of tron 5 i al hat we Get Used to Being Broke has it All| ta ao is to drop it in this pe Mg) Be “Fine,” said the farmers “fi Over the Chap who Becomes Resigned i ‘be yo goin’ to meen it to Chroale ng! Ww ‘ts