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Sve BSF world. ‘ & . ESTABLISHMD BY JOSEPH PULITZER Gaerne Bunday by the Prees Publishing Company, Nos, 53 to) Dally Except Busey Row, New York ULITZER, Preatdent, 63 Park Row, BAKNats EHAW, ‘Treasurer, 63 Pat Row. JOSHPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. Bntered at the Port-OMce at New York ax Gecond-Ciass Matter, Lesa 2 tinent and Rates to The Evening| For England and the Con’ : ra for the United States All Consejos a 4 ch ac 4 Canada, omtal 5 ' eget 92.50] one Year. $9.78 :80] One Month . 85 | WHY SCATTER THE BLAME? IS to be hoped that Representative Roddenberg’s violent attempt | to turn the Rosenthal murder and the gambling-graft scandal into arguments for restricted immigration will fall flat. New York City has a wretched tangle of murder and police graft, te unravel. But nothing whatever is to be gained by hard words | ‘and mud-slinging in the direction of any race or races involved. ] It is not necessary to fall back upon the “low criminal instincts” ef any “degraded European race” nor upon the sinister workings of | any foreign secret society to account either for the shooting of Her- man Rosenthal or for the police graft and corruption that the crime | fas uncovered. No Anarchists or Camorrists or degenerate foreign} @timinals need be dragged in to bear the blame. Gambling is as respectable an Anglo-Saxon vice as any we know ef Our English forefathers have always been deep in it and further feck our Germanic ancestors in the Rhine forests gambled away their Pelds and their wives and their own persons with a zest that scandal- ised even the Romans. Abuse of power for pocket-filling purposes is also a habit which vary nation has developed to a nicety without outside help. Murder for revenge or to shut somebody’s mouth has been common enough in the annals of all races. Gamblers the world over are notoriously free swith their guns. Hiring of assassins is known in every country. * Reviling the race of the men who are believed to have killed Rosenthal is a silly waste of time. It neither fixes the blame nor femedies the wider evil involved. Let us not wrong law-abiding citi- wens of any race by condemning them wholesale for the crimes of their brethren. Moreover, it is perfectly clear that graft and corruption in the New York police have sprung up among men who; whatever their ancestry, are undoubtedly Americans. In the present plight of New Work the duty of city and nation is to try to fix what is wrong at thome—not to fix blame abroad. a ANGLERS’ DAY. . ALL to whom the summer has brought, is bringing or is yet to bring the joy of diddling the wily fish from pond or stream do honor to this the natal day of Izaak Walton, father of the-sport. Born Aug. 9, 1593, the honest shopkeeper who saved his money until he was fifty and for the next forty years went fishing ia peace and “great content,” has counted his devoted followers and disciples by millions. “The Complete Angler, or Contemplative Man’s Recreation,” first published in 1653, and since reprinted times without and, is as fair a title to fame as any man need ask. . As Charles Lamb said: “It might sweeten a man’s temper at any €ime to read the ‘Compleat Angler.” Many a man has found swect- ness for his spirit and rest for his body who has followed the book’s ‘Grresistible counsel and “gone a-fishing.” Parts of the old volume make quaint reading to-day. ‘Tonder- ‘hearted readers have shuddered at the ancient angler’s cheery notions Shout live bait, as when he recommends the dressing of a frog with fhook and wire, needle and thread, teeing him as though you loved him; that is, harm him as little 48 possidle that he may live the longer, for advises a perch for catching pike Decause the perch ts the longest lived fish on the hook. It was this that made Byron write “ Angling, too, that solitary vice, - Whatever Isaak Walton sings or says. The quaint, old, cruel éoxcomd in his gullet * Should have @ hook, and a email trout to pull it. ‘After all, eeventeenth century folk had Httle thought for animai enffering. The Puritans themselves were charged with being enemies ~of bull or bear baiting “not in pity for the bull or bear, but out of - apite and envy at the pleasure of the spectator: He would be hars! “indeed who could wish to indict old Izaak Walton for worse than “having doubled the delight of the most idle, peaceful, soul-satisfying of sports. : 24, A”: poor Boston! 4 done to it? ; A distinguished artist of international reputation who has mad Belightful etchings of the streets and parks of New York and many other cities went to Massachusetts to make a series of “Old Boston Pketches.” After three days he is back “without a scratch on his peper”! “I walked around the Boston streets,” says the artist sadly, “J ~ went all over the town, but could find nothing to sketch. It is all so terribly flat. ‘Flere are no vistas. I went to the Back Bay, but there was nothing. The bridges are all low and uninteresting, “There is nothing big, nothing out of the ordinary,” Poor old sunken Hub! Let the artist take his blac kest, broad brush and paint a slice of flat, impenetrable darkness, We he did his best—it’s Boston! We remember it well. What have they 1 shall know —<+. 00 much Johnson! He is a superfuity. ‘Lhe Bull Moose need no vice! can Curbing the Tongue. | HAT if 1 do get_my sentenc ttle | ie wae § mized up!” “taked the wile, or. ftand with coq tb are 2 Madertend Wh Any gome| vorpe aide, “widhous vio ‘tightest desltation, repli lent mame. if me | Popular Magaaine,*'* 'M¢ MOrM Bornes, aly,’ ton the pillow that would be if you were to tell me to tar | the pillow that would" | ‘be too polite to come right point | Mike ‘that,”” protests the fon | §¢ but . I hare WAI Bay both MDBW io 2 lot of Gumor, real liu tol be found on battlefields,” said Cer, Nelson A. Miles o: a dinner aoe even: low he fam sie knew whole Copyright, 19 bie: ue’ New 12, by The orld Daily | Where He Sta Wo rene Publiel Co, York World), R. JARR gave a glance up the street and at the front windows of glance Mr, sible ve streets, flat. tion of M {ng out upon the busy » mM Ife below—the children playing in the peddlers crying their that Jarr was conscious every lady in the block, with the Jarr, was ! ment of Hare fleeting that Da Wares, the tradesmen, Janitors, canvas- ar, lo sers, ce men and what-not going up and vwn the basement stairs, ke an ant community, dar noting the is eye of his bride upon him or the watehful, mutable many, dodged deftly into Gus's with that pract 1 sudden disappear- ance which fs known as “the married man's getaway.” The mystifying and sudden disappear- lett with then, ance act 18 done after this manner, The operator gives a quick glance right and out moving head or body, with a quick sideways step, And he passes through the swinging screen halt doors of a saloon without elther to open or close them, Nor do the doors, that otherwise sway and swing to the lightest touch, vibrate “Hie friends used to look up to Now everybody looks down on him, him.” His “That's right, Fall. He used to be a Gheenlaveni, and now he's a well: rt en seeming 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, (Tue New York Word.) (Magazine, Friday, August 9 | 3 By Robert Minor EARP NERA AN Pe AP MEN SUNS EMA PENN AA PE APE ARES ENO NRE RN PN Mr. Jarr Camps Upon the Trail of a Bona Fide Harlem Ghost VRAMAMAAAMARM KARMANAARAM MADAMA MA MIAN MAMMA RAAT deavored to duplicate {t upon the stage, but it 1s beyond the arts of wizardry. Well, Mr. Jarr had made “the mar- ried man's getaway,” and in the wink of an eye had been translated from the or shudder. ‘The operator making “the married man's getaway" has vanished and there 1s no sign of how he has gone. The thing le awesome and un- canny. Keller and Thurston have en- Copyright, 1012, by ‘The Press Publidying Oo, (The New York World). “Mrs. Tommy Atkins.’’ (With No Apologies to Kipling.) WENT into a church last night as mock as meck could be; I And lo, the preacher rose and aimed his sermon straight at ME! And while he railed at womankind I smiled behind my fan; For, said I, “We may be DREADFUL, tt we're good enough for MAN!" Oh, it's Woman this and Woman that, and “Woman is to blame!" (Remember, back in Eden, shifty Adam said the same!) It's “Woman's clothes!" and “Woman's ways!" “Her hats, her heels, her walk It's “Woman, Woman, WOMAN! And I'm tired of the talk! he Woman with the Serpent's Tongue," when poets wield the flail, The Female of the Speoies,” far more deadly than the male! It's “The Hobble-skirted Horror,” luring men to sin and debt, It's the vain and wily “Vampire” or “The Strong-armed Suffragette!” Pshaw! It's Woman this and Woman that! me! But it's, “Oh, forgive me, ANGEL!" when they're waking from a spree. It's the “mannish modern woman,” or the “silly, frilly” one; But it's “God bless home and MOTHER!" when they want their “The Woman tempted cooking donel It's the “sneaking, peeking woman," never known to work or think, It's the “nagging, ragging woman,” driving patient men to drink. It's the “rambling, gambling wore n,” spending all her husband's cash. It's the “ghoulish, cludbish woman,” letting hubby live on hash. Oh, it's Woman this and Woman that, and “Lord, I didn’t do it! “Behold, the Woman lured me on!” or else, “She drove me to it!” It's Woman here and Woman there, Man's burden all through life! But when they get a toe-ache, it's “Oh, where's my Uttle wife!” Now, we aren't all plaster angels, and it's lucky that we're not, As long as we must live with MEN (a rather earthy lot)! We may have our faulta and foibles, but 4f all your taunts were true, ‘WLU, don't you think we stilt should de quite 9004 enough for YOU? Oh, it's Woman this and Woman that, and “Let's reform her, quick!” But it's “Ministering ANGEL!" when they're down and out and sick. J¢s Woman here and Woman th and “Ware the siren's snare!" But if Man gets into Heaven, ‘twit be Woman GOT him there! busy, teeming Harlem street to the coo! and qufet, the tiled and mirrored in- terior of Gus's man trap on the corner. “Sh-s-sh!" cried Gus in @ aibilant whisper, Mr. Slavinsky, the glazier, was lean- ing against the bar in an attitude of strict atteation, Mr, Bepler, the butcher, his usually ruddy face drawn and pale, was gazing on Mr. Jarr with wide open eyes, his resemblance to his dull witted son, Gus: being most marked, now that awe had filled his &aze with childish terror, Vas it you?” asked Gus, in a whis per. “Say, was it one of them impracti- cal chokes of yours?” Rafferty, tie builder, who was stand- ing on tiptoe with both of his big hands clutching at the bar rail, cleared his throat, and settling back on his feet, shuffled uneasily. “It's a dictagraph, Gus, that's what it he sald, ‘Them things that plays songs and music?" asked Gus, “No! Mine was broke and I gave it to my brothe: Meyer's little boy up in the Bronix. “Dictagraph, not phonograph,” said Rafferty, ‘I tell you, men, nobody's safe these days! But what can I do if @ bullding inspector send» his brother inelaw around to sell me Long Island real estate? Am I to have every perc! of masonry in my foundations con. demned because I won't make an Invest ment that's bound to double in a few years, maybe?" “Oh, pshaw!" said Mr. Jarr, but his voice was pitched in the low, cautious tones of the rest. “If anybody wanted to catch you with a dictagraph, Ra:- terty, they'd put it in your office.” “Office!” snorted Rafferty, “What office have I got except the portabl vatchman’s shanty with nothing in it but a drawing table for the blue prints? ‘That shanty {s moved around on every Job of bullding 1 get. No, THEY know where I bring the butlding tnapector’s brother-in-law, THEY know where he meets me. It's here in Gus's tn tho forenoon, before Gus is up and on!y Elman, and him half asleep, 1s on the Joo." “Baseh!" cried tho rest. \A peculiar clicking sound that seemed to come from nowhere was now aud- tole. “They ain't got anything on me,” sald Gus stoutly but in a low voice, ‘T ain't slipped a cop 80 much as the price of a chowder ticket to the Benevolent Out- ing. I pay my dues regular to the Liquor Dealers’ Association." Virtuous indignation, knowing he wo: aafe, now animated Gus. “If any of you dictergrafts ts around my place I'll kick you out!” he cried aloud, A low mocking laugh, muffied, an¢ as though coming from remote caverns ‘beneath the feet, was the answer, What little hair Gus had stood on ena. “It's a hex, a vitch!" he declared, and his volce and hand shook in unisod, 1912 Womenieartipaaliars 2 Tliskorrs a pserParson Teenie Copsright, 1912, by ‘The Press Publishing Co. (The New York World). dp: No. 34.—MME. DE SEVIGNE, the “Adorable Widow.” ‘AUSE a certain French chevalier, in 1651, succeeded in driviag his sword through the body of a certain marquis, before the mar quis was able to do the same thing to the chevalier, the gay world of Paris acquired a new idol in the form of the “Adoratie Widow"—Marle de Rabutin-Chantal de Sevigne—a woman whose list of conquests read like the herald scroll of France's nobility. She was the daughter of the Baron de Chantal. When she was @ child her father was slain im battle, after coming safely through at least twenty duels. Left an orphan, the little girl was brought up by her wise unele, the Abbe de Coulange, who had her educated as were few girls of her oen- tury. Before she wus fifteen her tutor, Gilles Menage, fell in love with her. And she rejected him in so cool and joking a fashion as to leave him with a belief that she had regarded his ardent proposal as a mere jest, A little ater her cousin, Bussy de Rabutin, joined the ranks of her adorers, He too was rejected. But he continued to love her throughout his life and to come back at remular integyals to try to shake her resolution not to marry him. At eighteen she met Henri, the Marquise Sevigne, a swashbuckling, epend- thrift nobleman, with @ handsome face and with no heart—certainly not for her. She loved him madly, It was the great love of her life. Nor could his neglest and infidelity destroy that love, She and De Sevigne were married. Bussy, learning of his old sweethcart's {Il treatment, begged her to divorce De Sevigne and marry film. She refused. Meanwhile the young husband had set industriously to work at squandering his young wife's A Worthless § fortune. It was a large fortune, but he had almost succeeded Hi in his task of throwing it away when, in 165], he quarreled with the Chevalier d'Alvert over a woman with whom doth men were enamored. There was a duel and De Sevigne was killed, After a period of retirement the twenty-six year old widow came with her two little children to Paris, And at once she found herself the belle of the French capital. Her drawing rooms were crowded with the foremost nobles of Europe. Men of exalted rank knelt before her, entreating her to marry them, Among her host of suitors were the Prince de Cont!, Marshal Turenne, the Duko de Rohan and the ever-adoring Bussy. “Her woers are legion,” writes a chronicler. But Mme. de Sevigne had had quite enough of married life. She refused each and every offer. Duels were fought for her. Princes vied for her favor. Yet even in that era of dissolute living no breath of scandal touched her name. Only once axain does she scem to have cared for any man, Fouquet, Superin- tendent of Finance, was one of the most attractive courtiers of Louis XIV, He was openly in love with Mme, de Sevigne. And when he was arrested for cratt and his papers were seized a number of love letters from her were sald to be found in his strong box. But the devoted Bussy once more went to the front in his loved one’s behalf and forced trom the authorities a declaration (whether true or not) that the letters contained no wont of love. Meantime Mme, de Sevigne's son and daughter had grown up. The son was a weak, useless sort of fellow, who tried his feeble best to y on his father's Interrupted task of squandering Mme. de Sevisne's money. The daughter was of Uttle more worth than the son. But Mme. de Sevigne fairly worshipped her. It was a case of sublime mother love which was very mildly returned, if returned at all The daughter married a noble named De Grignan and spent as much time as possible away from her mother. And for these long absences the Uterary world ts deeply indebted. For, while mother and daughter parted, Mme. de Sevigne used to write hundreds of letters to Mme. de Grignan. These letters were miracles of style, cleverness and historic information. They were saved, and in later years were published. They were still eagerly read and have passed into deathless classics. Through them Mme. de Sevigne's name has become immortal. In 1698, when the was seventy years old, Mme. de Sevigne fell {Il with smallpox, while on one of her rare visits to her daughter's castle, and died there. VYCLOPE Copyright, 1912, by The Frese Publishing Oo. (The New York World). 266—What ie the advantage of dipping a razor in hot water before shaving? 267—Why is a flash of lightning sometimes straight instead of forked? 268-—+Why is the gallery of @ hall or theatre hotter than the ground Noor? 269-—How does paint preserve wood? 270—If your finger is moistened and then held up to the air why does it feel cold? questions will be answered Monday. Here are replies to Wednes- %61—(Why are some surfaces brilliant and others duli?)—The sur- faces that reflect ight are brilliant. Those that absorb light are dull. - - 22—(Why ere stars brighter seen from high mountain tops than from a plain?)—Atmosphere absorbs and diminishes light. The light of stars seen from a high mountain top has less atmosphere through which to pass than wien seen from the plain below, 263—(When a ship is sailing away why are the sails visible after the hull vanishes?)—The earth being round the curve of the sea hides the hull from view. %4—(Why are hawks and eagles able to see from such immense distances?)— They have an eye muscle which enables them to flatten the cornea by drawing back the crystalline lens of the eye. %65—(Why are the edges of clouds more luminous than their centres?)—~They are thinner at the edges than at the centre and the tight thus passes through the edges more readily, HE plain gored skirt is always fashionable, @l- Ways needed, This one is equally well adapted to the coat suit, to the indoor dress and to weir with odd waists. ‘The seams give slender lines to the ficure and provide perfect fit, and front can be lapped r the side gores in 1 style or simply ed "to them ax preferred, bud the panel effect is smart ee and generally liked, In a the "illustration q a skirt is trimmed with ig buttons, and buttens -* will be used as trim- ming throughout the aucuinn. 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