The evening world. Newspaper, August 10, 1912, Page 8

. * with a Candidate. This Candidate was a superman with a wonderful | “until her men were slaughtered and her money gone. e * for all men!” Che a ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, (Petiishe® Dally y by the Press Publishing Company, orien ‘Park Row, New York RALPH PULITZER, President, 48 Park Row, J, ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 63 Park Row. Entered at the Post-OMce at New York as Gecond-Clans Fah ay 4 Nos. 68 to Pudeceipts < to The Pvening| for England and the le ter the United States All Couptries tn the International | ed fand Canada. Pe en ‘Postal Union. * Ses stone 20] One Month és eer «NO. 18,616 | | a a ED THE SUPER-CANDIDATE. NE HUNDRED AND TWENTY YEARS ago to-day the King | and Queen of France were hustled out of their palace through | a howling mob to a precarious refuge in a legislative assembly |, where royalty was at that moment a football. Through the long An- | qust day Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette sat in a reporters’ box be- | ‘@ ecreen, forced to listen to blood and thunder denunciations of deings and all their works. Nor was there any dowht that what the lawmakers were saying the nation was thinking. In that brief walk from the Tuileries to the Legislative Assembly the monarch of France had heard himeelf | jeered and hissed like a thief going to the gallows, and his beautiful | wife pelted with names and insults that would have made a fishwife | Bush. People, legislators, army—all had had enough of kings and | their kind. All day the gorgeous Swiss Guards, the only armed men that re- mained loyal, in their gold lace and impnssive calm, Hefended the royal | palace, the last symbol of the monarchy, against the rabble of rioters and liberty-mad soldiers. Then at last the trembling King was per- | suaded to send an order to the Swiss to “cease firing upon his faithful | people.” With superb discipline the order was obeyed. Whereupon | the “faithful people” burst through the palace gates, swarmed up the broad staircases, massacred the Swiss Guards and filled the great halle with the shoutings and tramplings of triumphant republicanism. | The monarchy was over. It is a famous picture—one of the most famous in history. After) centuries of writhing under a crushing weight of power and oppres- | tion the nation threw off its tyrants and savagely put them out of the | way. All violences, all horrors have been forgiven that new France struggling to start the ball rolling in new grooves, to make practical | democracy march under the glorious banners of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity. Never was nation more fiercely enthusiastic, more rabid for freedom and liberty. What happened? After the revolution the nation found itself | campaign cry: Every career open to talent! Everything for every-| hody! He was Third Term Candidate and Consul, then Perpetual Candidate and Perpetual Consul. Then he became Emperor. His “I serve” became “I command.” | The affaire, great and small, of the whole country weré straightway | stamped with thousands and thousands of imperial I’e. Then with his I’s and his armics and his ambitions he gathered France into his hand and beat and battered her against the walls of foreign power And under that Perpetual Candidate liberty was lost sight of and government became a greater tyranny than the Bourbons had ever dreamt of. Because the Candidate's tyranny was the worst of all tyrannies, the tyranny of one strong, selfish man over the imagina-| tions and hopes of # free people. That is what happened to the eager nation that surrendered itse!f strong and brilliant Candidate who began by crying “All things to The best man in the world is only fit to he at the head of a great government of free people so long as he can say “TI serve.” Beware the moment when he cries “I will,” and an awed nation is ready to whisper “We obey.” $$$. OW pathetic that picture of Big Bill Devery which we owe to a friend behind whom the ex-chief hides his shrinking form. There stands the old warrior with his shield, his police manual and his fire key, ready at an hour's notice to jump back into the fray! He said to have declared that he would donate the salary of chicf inspector just to go on duty for two or three months and show ’em! We are not surprised that recent developments have made the ah . + " t, nowhere, tha ad wed the regular great chief gloomy—and him so'out of it! patrons of Gus's place all during the| PI Aa ARES CRS evening. ‘Oh, maybe It's all right,” aald Muller, the grocer. “Maybe it only rats.” HE MAN who proposes to take his wife to Paris to cure her of religious mania is behind the times, The best treatment is now Berlin. m) it Letters from the People Muller. “And maybe rata can laugh at you? Look, can't parrote talk? And The Age Problem. patient diner asked the slow waiter |Darrote Is birds whether be ever went to the noo to are of age problem: the tortoises whiz by? However, it was S90 won's age two years and eight quite fast. dno 2 ‘4 months; father's age, twenty-one years] 11,4, ‘ast @nough to sult me at the JH an6 four months, Eleht years hence son's age, eighteen years and § months father’s age, thirty-seven yearn and months. Present ages: ton's ase. years and eight months; fathers twenty-nine years and four montns D, SWEENEY, Slow, Gay Locomotive. Pe he Editor of The Evening Wont ‘Twas much interes iy in P14. Davie's| letter with regard to ramen on Iecomee | tM NN wey onthe ago T was one of | tives and “red smoke stacks’ As a] the happy go lucky crowd who did not | ta@ T remember the Sam Sloan and Wille) squcal uci the shoe pinched me, 1] tam E, Dodge on ti) aye been making a fair salary and ten and I am quite sure they had red smoke! vear# ago it would have been called a stacks, not merely rod trimming, at the | wood have @ wife and top, and I think the Moves ‘Taylo ehildres Y OF more aKo ymotives: were s Asible to put ta braes trimmings, |any m The shoe got evertasting’y | pine! ©. #0 two months station stope, wh log for the reason f, on there ¥ medy, I started vf Limiteds articles I maw for days. These \ocomo'.tes pull Shae Doi thea Tit was popularly known as t t painful subject | ine," the first night trains on the working people 1 | To Sape t Potat, N. J, fermation for entrance to West Point? |Also where can T find out about re- quirements for age, height, etc, HPRMAN J. w. The Shoe Pinched, | fAltor of The Evening World, Lackawanna ro, ay salary, 1 nd fou ne y in lore and aried possthle among them, Thess |) algo resplendent w which the fireman ‘ id was urnehti stops wi ‘Twentieth ding and ae w wanna, I believe; and William 1 Med They would say “yes, 1 stead Was super ntendent, whom | it im not rigit, but what's the member very well. I take pleasure ry « od Aimeri. these reminiscences as ey take me cans But IT am not beck to the time when rural Monroe discouraged. People are waking up. County (Pennsylvania) packed tts lunch: These people will more careful | basket ond hied itseif to the n wham they vote ereafter, ‘They point on the ratirosd, spending the day are nning to realize that their one tm eceing the trains go by, And I well) little vote ls Justa big as the next fel- remember my first railway Journey to apeed. Well, you remember the im- cast it wisely, " ’ All were you got rats you ain't you got mice you atn't got rate,” #ald reming World | apply for full tn- | wald Mr. Jarr, * heard occasioned by myaterious oatly noises, At these words a mocking murmur of laughter, followed by a queer gurgling sound, was heard to come from some | sterious quarter. ‘Well, all I was was rate they'd wid the mice. ot mice, an A few distinct raps were now heard, and Gus shuddered. "We should notify the Society ted Mr. Jarr, ‘We notify no societies of nothing.” aid Gus chic research,” sug “T mean the society that investi« One AdvantageJ , 1012, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York World), of haunted mills and haunted castles and haunted houses. But I never heard oj boome emporium before.” these remarks and many more @ haunted eeming to proceed from ve and ing to say ts that if| r id It oft! piritualstic knockings, Jarr. \form and campaign hat, and flanked! “1 wish | wae the emailest man on | eth.? “Why? , “Nobody could ever say to me olsen” ‘lows and just an effective provided they ‘Why dont you hit a man your CITMEEN, | ewn 66 HAT kind of a noise does a |. Platform that promises to take every- thing away from everybody thai anything and give it | has nothing. “A great many gentlemen who are re-| puted to be leaders in molding public| have no time for pa opinion think the bull moose convention | beens, would-bes, j vote and people who sane asylums because are not vigilant ing to such as are in sympathy with this line of thought ts due on the latter election day next November. Jolt, n compartron, will make an earth- quake fee! like a man putting his hend [in NM coat pocket, F \fanatica In the Chicago convention rep- | [resents thousands of others, {numbers wil! multiply. | as not outarown the hero-worsbipping | , “Never mind the knockings, In his day P, T, public mind ike an ope dore has af that P. T. Barnum had and | then some. World Daily Magazine, Saturday, “My Knocking place has on the outalde I stand, because T am used to It 1912, by The Press Publishing Co, mills, V figure tn ing cuss “It ts Copyright trailing his prey?” asked the head polis! “Personally,” re- Plied the laundry man, “I never held a conference with @ bull moose in hi native wilds, 1 as- sume your inquiry is based on the disturbance in Chicago which nominated Col Roosevelt for President of the United States on his own work to arson, vention. joke.’ h to everybody that ybody \66 T females without outside of in- the authorities The jolt that ls com: morning Said ery one of those | and the | Keepe For this country pars and tt never will Ri num read the book, ‘Theo- menas Roosevelt up Cop » 1 don't (The New Yor old Don Quixote Js still @ He wae an amus- literature. time we were ehitd. or kid his campaign. immense ago to a point where it would have gone, at his bidding, to any extreme up And he had just been turned down by the Republican National Con- If Roosevelt is a menace, they will have an the conservatives claim to fight him ae @ menace and not as a 1ERE'S so the head faybe every bod helieve of dives. York ts a cesspool! of intauit leve New ein the world, {n spite of Its tm- conglomerate population, | ontains the dregs not only of Ey+| n country as well. York ts but of our c The immature Roosevelt, | "in OM) tr oUF? who started out In 18 tn his khaki unt} was the most by Rough Ridere, was u street corner | medicine man, feeling his way. He has|fession prevented him -from bringing | superstitious, parlayed his khaki ault and hie slouch! out evidence that would have convicted | premonition, history | |bellewe that 1 | be dragmed ont. SDR,” of the city satd World) ng the Muckr: much polisher, olitios,"” y's the I don't think New| 'ade, Mr. be-|!ce box and drew open the big door. | who was huddled the cle Herman It the hat Into a big-top tent with three rings|a woman prisoner,” “They call Roosevelt ‘Don Quixote, He's end represent him ecrapoias with wind- eohool.” ” | declared the law The Week’s Wash. By Martin Green. realizing that has kidnapped the spirit of unrest and discontent and has made {t Tt won't do to joxh him I saw Roosevelt audience tatk “that we crookesd,"’ Police nest, I do in about} said in Chicago was an assemblage of has-|the laundry man, “but I don't believe, sharp? “ ‘Depart: | t is in league with gamblera and | drameric safest | which Rosenthal appalling crime in was so {mpu- \dent and calloused a crime that it will \werve to expose just what caused it, I 'y man implicated will the head polisher, | “that the prosecutor of Atlanta, Ga, saya that ethics of his pro- Wasting his time In Atlanta,” lyy man, “He ought to come here and open an cthteal jup within, fell out ‘There's your ghost!" evled Mr. Jerr, | PEPOPESESEEEEAEES SOOOSESEDSESEL OOS OEOSEESOSESOSEESD Mr. Jarr Sees a Ghost in a Place Devoted to Spirits OFSSSSTIISSSS FITS FHGSITIISFIGSSSSS F99 been knocked| But ft's this knocking tnefde whet I don't Ike." August 10, 1912 Copyriaty, 191%, by The Pree Publisiing Co, (The New York World). 675 there such a thing as a ‘Woman-Haters’ 7 inquired the Rib gen- I sively, as she held @ match to the Mere Man's cigarette with one tand | and carefully extracted a nugatine from his burnt-offering of chocolates with the other. ‘Not yet,” replied the Mere Man, “but there ought—but why?" “I only thought there must be,” answered the Rib with a shrug emf @ gh, “from the way in which the press and the pulpit, and the posts, and the essayirts, andithe novelists, are ‘denouncing Woman while you walt’ Whats the matter with us, anyway?” she added plainttvely. The Mere Man let his glance wander from the top of her curly head to | the tip of her girly skirt. ¥ “There doeen't seem to be a thing the matter with you—in the conarete,” Be hai jured her. “Don't mind the cartoonists and the Joke-writers—theywe GOT to have something tunny’’— “We don't,” broke in the Rib. “The cartoonists and the Joke-writers Qomrt take us SERIOUSLY. And as long as a man doesn't take a woman seriously, | he doesn't feel bitter toward her. Besides, we know we're funny. But it’s the Preachers who want to cast us out into desert isles, and the novelists who Gay” | ur alive, and the denatured females who revile us in print, and certain news: | Papers and periodicals that devote whole pages every Sunday, and whole oot, umns every week-day, to running down the weaker vessel and filling it wit! tears.” “Poor ittte Rib!” sald the Mere Man soothingly. " ‘Nobody loves R—and ts. "t seem to matter what we do,” went on the Rib in am grieved voles. “Whatever a woman is, 1s wrong! On Sunday they pour thes wrath and play the lightning on the ‘frivolous, spendthrift, irresponsible cresture/ and on Monday they take atm at the ‘strong-armed, strong-minded suffragett Tuesday, they run down the ‘shiftiess, éeifish wife and mother;' Wed the ‘useless old maid’ comes in for it; Thursday, the ‘feminine highbrow’ |hers: Friday, the ‘frivolous lowbrow’ is served up, and Saturday, they tak us all in a heap and finish with a wholesale massacre. So I thought there must be @ ‘Unon’ or a ‘Society,’ or something for the ‘prevention and extermination of the Female of the Species.’ ” “No,” said the Mere Man, “it’s just another case of the ‘houn’,’ I guess, Bevides, it's hot weather, and there ten't much to write or think about but the obvious thing—and Woman !s so OBVIOUS these days. | "Woman!" exclaimed the Rib vehemently. ‘There never was a time tm the history of the world when Woman had so much sense of honor, so mmch sense of humor, #0 much sense of every kind, as she has to-day “True!” sighed the Mere Man Mtterly, “But, thank Heaven, there are a few ear, stupid, allly, frilly, Mttle ones left!” “What!” The Rib nearly overturned the box of chocolates in her emotion. | “A few atoe, cozy, lovable, frivolous human"— | “That's Just it!” exclaimed the Rib dramatically. “That | worrying them. They've discovered that we are HUMANI* No, no, NO!” protested the Mere Man. ‘As long as they believed we were elther angels or devils, ss’uts or sirens kittens or We were either ‘cute’ or ‘fascinating,’ and Man was the only HUMAN BEING But now he has found out that we are human, tee. exactly what ts on the face of the earth. He looks upon us as rival “Don't that!” broke in the Mere Man. I won't believe “'T can't belleve it! “Be—believe what?’ demanded the Rib in wonderment “That you're HUMAN! Don't say it!" he repeated. “It takes off A tee | silt and the sugar, and the f{llusion, and the fascination, and the mysters! Re a kitten or a goddess, a doll or a divinity, a witch or @ fairy—but DOWE instst on being human!” i T won't,” sighed the Rib meekly. “I'm too humbled and crushed to tusiag then.” \ “Because,” repeated the Mere Man, with impresstve conviction, as he passed her the chocolat “most of you ARE angels and saints and cherubs aad. raphe” “Do you MEAN !t? demanded the Fib doubtfully. tke “I mean that there are lots of nice, sweet, unnatural, {Nogical, a¢eratte | Birls left,” declared the Mere Man positively. "Of cou smiled the Rib. “And lots of ntee, chivalrous, mendactoas | gallant, unspotled men. Only those are the kind that never get into print, and |that nobody ever talks about.” | The feed Conquests t Of Constance . 10— More knocks were now heard. TCHI TOR i Suge anit Abought: Table Facpinget’ | TE. 3 OWCHROARD CRBRATOUAT THE HOTEL RICHEY id Mr. Jar, ‘ ‘ “Somebody look in the back room, | ARTIST. By Alma Woodward Baris tt ne ay loner fo th Coprright, 1912, by The Press Publiabing Co, (The New York World), ; “Maybe It's down in the cellar," aug- gested Rafferty, “No,” said Gus, ‘sometimes the pipes google, but 1* ain't a notse like that. Anyway, T looked down “Did you look under the ber? Mr. Jarr. “Sure.” sald Gus, “Anyway I ain been from behind the bar since Elmer went off duty, Say, mit suicide? he'll kill Every himself about something bet him his wages he won't. But the ’ in the cellar, dehind the case goods, and everything. | asked | do you think it could be Elmer telling me he has com- time he tells me M that nervous! she complained ‘He give me his card an’ holy smoke!, ‘as soon as I'd powdered the shine| what a monaker he had! Raymond off my nose, using her clock a8 @] Lacy!’ Ain't that a hot one? 1 tol@ htm mirror, “1 deciara| afterward I knew what a struggle ft if any more things| must be to live with a nameplate Wke happen to granu-/ that. So, my next day off, I went te late my tempera-| the studio an’ posed. | | ment, I'll be just] “It wur one classy place! Tiger sktne ‘ two jumps from|an’ satin pilows an’ stuff burnin’ what : the foolish houss,| made you not care whether you lest with a nana r fob or not! You know the king ev peel layin’ right|a place IT mean, don't yuh? in the path to; ‘Well, he treated me grand an’ theew! ® couple uy ley make St a siide fer the home plate!” fits about the curt uv I ashes an’ the color uy my hatr, An‘ rc “You poor] before I went he eprung a ci Very last time 7 win he saye to me: thing!" I thought] stunt on me. He said he wus gota’ Bome day T'll do tt and have the laugh |i¢ aipiomatic to say, ‘what's the mat-| Paint a “Maud Mutler’ an’ wouté's | on you | ter, now? FI me admirer gone and| come out to New Rochelle or some pineg He bars 7 birt of bamiers yen, | own his brains out at your feet? where they got fields an’ pose fer % ma Q 1 el el ae “ So the next wee her {t sounds ‘to me as though {t came Nay nay sie mesped,, nemiectian| Socata Mane eas from the ice box." “1 knew a butcher what stepped tpto his tcebox and killed hisgelf,” sald Bep- | “He | the Rosenthal case," remarked | has a store on Amsterdam avenue, and one day @ lady comes tn for two pounds ler, speaking with greedy relish. out no more, I know that lady you ever sinc it to her. Watting, with rare courtesy, until Mr. Bepler had delivered himself of this the retall meat the | incident of Jarr stepped over to And Mr, Dinkston, pon the floor. ‘The suggestion especially appl me,” said Mr, Dinketon amiably thiret. and curlosky, when Elm by (I assume it was Elmer) shut the door on me, T was within,” asked Gus, ' his mouth, speak through me=—' “Oh, can the chatte tably bum, I don't know witch!" and she wouldn't buy no round steak from that if you was to give Now she shute her eyes and fou ain't got some beef already to 'T had | stepped into the {ce box, prompted | Possibly he @id not know thet | “Why didn't you holler to get out?" | like kids wear on Sunday, an’ a funny “I was so interested in the canveres-| ‘tlon," explained Mr. Dinkston, “I hes!-!an' while they wus wentin’ it the spin- tated to interrupt. Pereonelly, I am not netther do I believe in But," amd here he wiped “if you wish the epirite to said Gus trri- “You're a bum spook, or a spook jan’ I wux standin’ quiet as you please lookin’ sweet and milk-maidy, when af uy a sudden T felt somethin’ hot en, damp in the back uv my neck, am” > furned around an’ there wox a fierce lookin’ chewin’ the hay that guy a mixed up with my heir! persistent ring the while, “how you almost guess it? It wuz a guy what) brujeed hfe brains a)! right--but he wusn't an admirer and it wuzn't at my feet. No. Some poor chap got tired 1v) | havin’ people fillin’ bob-tailed fuwhes against hie two pair, all through cow | : Of round nea ad wen tare CUMINE lao he come here with a brand new six-| “He calmed me down after T get & 1 cylinder Joy crusher an' riked in his! few screams out of my system am’ weak And the butcher sare: "Yee, | Tt itn veut" such mushy things ‘bout my map I fer- ain't 1t? Excoose me a minute,’ and he | st little Jackpo [aueb vey thingy "bout my map ‘steps into his tcebox and dont come| “Sutetde! I exclaimed, } t 3 eak come, orning when I wuz busler'n smoke, He rushed in with a bunch uv ere) hida an’ says would 1 come out in the ry next week an’ pose again, An’ Bhe nodded seriously, ' “Yep. Think uy any one comin’ hers, to a swell joint like this, to get read fer the undertaker! Why, any bou! knows there's hotels that’s laid out fer that. They even advertise out o' town | pet—'Sulcldes welcome, R. 8. V. P.’ | But it's cruel to muss up a Kitosh | bridal auit in a house what caters to the eelight, 1 say! But don't let's talk about {t any more, ‘cause I'm ehiverin’ rerern ‘Don't, be silly." T advised. ‘To change the subject, tell me about the next one on the list. What was he?’ yer goin to paint eis, uymph.’ @n’ I didn't want but ¥ un to know f woe tgno- rant wouldn't Known ‘a? wood nyaph from a hole tn the nth lookin’ the exposer, fer bm, yi my! I'm so glad!’ erled Gua | “A artist, A tall, slender, dr ye well wun a great big cep everybody | eyed artist, with spinach on his face— neath it said ‘WOOD black spinach! “A real artist ‘Bure. He come in here one day with fa lot ov slick lookin’ articles. “The lates’ things in fall attire’—that'a what they looked Mke~al but him. He had on a brown, soft lookin’ sult an’ a black tle that guy there ra rok lke ® perforated wun that agitated? 1% in a akirtl akirt some; ME pose for a wood Y, wuz that gall or wusn't ud. | Le Ae “One uy the fellers wanted a number,| _ Wiser than Its Owner. jee HY didn't vou put my lugeege | in her, as T told tou to?” thua- | dered the irate passenger to the Grizsle-haired porter as the train moved out Of the little ratiway station, “Eb, mon," repiled the other, patron- iaingly, “yer luggage is no sic yerse?. It was marked Edinburg! in on the wa: | ach-bearer floats up careless like, an’ trains a patr uv lamps on me what hag acetylene beat a mile! An’ when the ovher Kid wuz in the booth, he says somethin’ "bout my chin bein’ just what fhe wus lookin’ fer an' would T come an’ pose fer an hour or two (at the re; r rates, uv-eouree)? f jon anything, except a few kind words, and—and as few chocolates now and ’ \