The evening world. Newspaper, August 20, 1912, Page 12

©... facts about Becker and his accomplices | ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. ten 10 00 Pwilished Daily Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos, if 7 63 Park Row, New York RALPH PULITZER, President, 63 Park Row, J. ANGUS SITA Trearurer, 68 Park Row JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr. Secretary, 63 Park Row. | Entered at the Post-OMice at New Tors as Gecond-Class Matter. Subscription Rates "to ‘The Evening) For England and the Continent oy World for the United States All Counteten in the International and Canada. Postal Union. e ++ $8.50] One Year. ve $9.75 ‘30 One Month... e . 385 ON PEOPLE’S MINDS. | F WE needed further evidence of the depths which the Police De- ] partment is sounding it came with the arrival of Sam Schepps, fugitive and latest witness in the Rosenthal case. | What shall be said of a situation in which the Distriet-Attorney cannot trust the police with their own prisoner? When the public! prosecutor must rush ahead to make sure that his witness is not in- timidated or tampered with by the very agents of the law who ought to be most zealous to have the prisoner speak the whole truth? When this same prisoner is apparently in deadly fear of death from the hands of sworn servants of Jaw and order? Does this look like) 4 virtuous police hastening to purify itself of one or two black sheep? | According to the Times, the public is eager only “for all the| + ¢ © — until the| mthal matter is off their minds the people can wait for other! ae of police villainy.” What is really on people’s minds is no longer the question whether one or two police officers are guilty of murder or graft or both. It is the infinitely more serious question whether the whole force is honeycombed with secret, sordid traffic and held together by selfish, sullen fear sneaking under the name of “honor.” When a whole army is rotten with sedition, who clamors about a single deserter? WHAT IS THE MAINSPRING? RANTED the struggle to keep up appearances causes untold G misery and disaster. Granted middle class workers sufter from it most. Granted that Dr. John Elliott has a strong case when he condemns the slaving that “tries to fool your neighbor into believing your income is larger than it is,” and when he says: These things rob the man, woman and child of their useful ideas and cheat them of the best things of life. When a man comes home from the daily grind at his office, if his ambitious | wife {a not ready to drag him out to some place where more money must be spent to keep the appearance of family affluence { up to the standard, he (2 too tred and heartsick to reat his mind by reading or study, or even by turning to a fad. | Granted all this—end the deplorable ignorance, delusion and) tawdriness of ideal and ambition that are responsible for it. Still— let us never forget that mysteriously mingled with many of the vanities and cheap rivalries of life is the great blundering human instinct that keeps a man forever dissatisfied with just shuffling along, that makes home expand from a cottage to a “place,” that sends the children to college and gives them better clothes than their father and mother ever wore, that tirelessly works to found and enlarge and endow the institution that every man is proud to head—e family. The desire for distinction—yes, to stand out among one’s neigh- bore—is half what keeps us going. The man of character makes the struggle a noble and a heal-y one. Even in the lesser man of blurred ideals it may still be brave and unselfish. a HE daughter of the Austrian Emperor who. surreptitiously “fillumed” the old man in the act of climbing mountains after chamois, and displayed the pictures on his eighty-second birthday party to show how young he is, had a happy thought. Why shouldn’t ‘we put it to homelier uses? A family “fillum” of father opening his mail on the second of the month might do something toward keeping down the bills. —————-¢ =-—_____ HE railroads out West are wailing that their local trains are only half filled because farmers who used to take a holiday trip once in a while now stay at heme and go automobiling every evening. Nobody loves a railroad any more. RS. 0. H. P. BELMONT, leader of the Votes for Women ‘ party, declares she has discharged four chefs this season on account of graft. Is this a campaign document? E notice that our enterprising, suburb called New Rochelle is painting »! on the aides of the Harlem W one but us commuters can them saying how superior New of residence, Kind of goo that smells lke all the Standard O11 companies on the persecuted Post road and covered the mess with sand, We have just learned why the Highwayman is so fond of digging roads up and planting things T™ Highwayman has spilled some wee Rochelle is as a pia ‘h may be it 1s only| where they formerly were, Ho used to yan . here when the|be gardener. in gets a wiggle on, The chief jaeN tag about New Rochelle in our RETTY soon there will be no opinion is the hydrants, which are chestnuts painted a lovely yellow instead of rusty red, as usual, which makes them look ‘ike canary birds, although, of course, eiationary and not able to stir around Mke a canary bird, which cannot move quch, being in & cage. PEAKING of birds reminds us that after much thinking we con: cluded that the bird has the best ef it of anybody. He has superior pow- ere of locomotion, plenty of food, |s * geod-looking and well dressed and mestly musical. At ht he can roost famywhere with his head tucked under dla wing and his toes in his feathers, ‘With no rent to pay. He can travel to sgunny clime when it gets cool and to) morthern one when it gets hot. The amfiionaire has nothing on the bird, T": fall flow come gra- Bs eliously into the The beau- tiful blue asters are in abundant P except at the shows, Not a tree ts left with any vitality, and for the most part are dead and gaunt, waiting to be saw up Into tles for Mr, Melle hag resisted all the scientific is victor, ‘This seems a shame, There is no finer tree than the chestnut, while the nuts are very agreeable cating, be: ing used to stuff turkeys when roasted, and could be cooked besides in several ways. Also, it was easy to wet the meat out of the hulls, which cannot be said of hickory nuts, walnuts or butter variety harps and 1. .NO. 18,626 | * swell dress home but to Dusiness of what I say to him.” “Now, you be @ ttle patient with him," advised Mr. Jarr. “He's a very progressive young man, and he keeps his eyes open and he ts developing his abilities. He told me a very interesting story of his ingenuity in breaking up @ show in Peoria in his efforts to be of service to the Theatrical Union he be- longs te, Never does he come Copynght, 1912, by The Press Publishing Ce. (Loe New Yors Wari), 66] J2'40, Mr. Stavinsky!” re- H marked Mr. Jarr, as he en- countered his friend the slaa- ler, “I was just talking to your boy.” “Vich von?" asked Mr, Slavinsky, "My doy lazy or Shidney, the big loafer?’ “Sidney,” replied Mr. Jarr, “But you shouldn't be so hard upon your eldest by Alma | Copyright, |The Gentle Art of Retiring. son. All children are not alike, you! Scene—Brown's flat, know, Your little Isadore 4s bright at! Time--10.80 P. M, his books and gives great promise of RS. B, (loudly)—Henry, Henry! being an astute commercial geniu! Mr. B. (sleepily)—Huh? There's a boy now that you cou! Mrs. B.—Henry, why don't recommend for a job anywhere and you! you go to bed? Why do you would know he'd take an interest tn| He there on the couch when the work as though it were his own, YOU might just as well be comfortable business."* jin bear 4 “For why?’ asked Mr. Slavinaky,| Mr. B. (with dim conviction)—I'm per- “Because the business WOULD soon be fectly comfor'ble m'dear. lazy's own business, But Shidney, he| Mrs. B. (insistently)—Henry, listen! ts ® loafer mit his fine clothes and! There's a draught heres and you're all playing ragtime mit @ plano at pleture|in @ perspiration! Now, why don’t you theatres."* 80 to bed and be sensible? “That's the antistic temperament he| Mr. B. (resentfully)—Say, what's you has, As I was about to worrtn’ "bout me for? I don't have Isadore has the busin |any trouble sleeping here. Why don't family, and Sidney ts of the artistie|you go on reading? temperament.” Mrs, B.—You see! Every time I think “Tha 4 name for a loafer that Js: of anything for YOUR welfare, you wet a dude," aid Mr. Slavinsky, “Never! irritable and abusive! The way to do with you fs not to trouble about you at all—let you do what you want to do and get what you want to get! Mr. B. (rising slowly)—Oh, tor good- ness’ sake if I had known I was going to start something, I'd gotten up tn the | beginning (Mtr, B, and stretches, then walks over to his wife and pats her on the shoulder.) Mr. B, (indulgently)—All right, both go to bed, dear, Mrs. B.—I don't want to go to bed—I haven't read the papers ye Mr. B. (resentfully) Well, why were you #0 anxious away, then? Mra. 13. (impatiently)—Oh, what's the use of arguing this way over nothing at all? I didn't want you to catch cold | and—- Mr (soothingly)—Oh, well, let's drop tt, But I'm going to make you go} to bed just the same! You'll sit up here| for an hour or more and strain your eyes and then ta the morning you'll feel rotten! Mra. B.—Now, what's the us does he send his mommer a cent, and ahe so proud of him because The Difference. B yey ‘Bloom and the golden rod gilde the by- Wess aid the feds. 10. 2 smokestack in the pow house gives out almost no smoke, nuts. These require violent blows to open and are hard to hit without mash, ing one's fin RED LYON claims the Mosquito F Committee of the Board of Trade Spent $177 and never killed a skeet He might have slapped a few himself HE police situation in New York T has reminded some of our citizens of the days of Tweed. It was in Cos Cob that Mister Trreed turked few days before departing elsewhere, ‘when he decided he didn't like being in Jail almost forty years ago. The differ- _@ven when there ie @re under it;/ence, they say, te that Tweed did rome- ; ul beloh forth un-/thing with of the money, whereas | vi hose gratters keep it all. “ . B. (solicitously)—But sleep if you try, you CAN You're getting to be Domestic Dialogues. 1012, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York World). a ‘ j Ta Tir ta sini dn hinbetethe were mane . The Evening World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, August 20 (The Slave of the Lamp {samc} By M. de Zayas Jarr Hears Sad News as To the Progress of Reform “Ven he made the dogs and monkeys quit acting and chased the elephants: through the theatre?” asked Mr, Gla- vinsky. “Yes, It was very ingenious.” “Did he tell you about the blue eye he got and how they broke the bone in | his collar for it?” asked Slavinsky. Mr. Jarr had to admit that the young man had been silent on these points. “Ain't he laying in the hospital out in the West and writing a telegram to Woodward Mrs. B, (with emphasie)—This ts « swell tine to begin taking care of me— after we've been married ten years! My goodness, before you ‘wouldn't heave cared if I eat up for a week, hand run- ning! Why all this sudden golicitude? Mr. B, (deeply wounded)—Now, tl a nice way to answer me! I may have been @ little thoughtless In years gone vy, but it's never too late to mend—and I think you might be @ little more gra- clous about It! Mra, B, (weartly)—All right, Henry, all right! I'll go to bed. (They retire, Mrs, B, keeps the light Ughted and reads the evening papers.) Mr, B, (in @ fow minutes)—Say, for goodness’ sake put out that ght! How d'you expect me to sleep with that thing shining in my face? Mrs. B, (patiently)—Just a minute TN finish this article in @ minute, You wouldn't let me sit up and read, 90 I've wot to read in bed. (Mr, TR, moves restlessly and denote his extreme petulance, thralled in the theatrical news.) Mr. B, (bursting out)—Say, can't you utters sounds that Mr, B. fe en. the world are you turning around like that for? You sound like @ threshing machine! Mrs. B. (angrily)—Well, say, if T can't change my position if {'m uncomfort- able I'd like to know! You're no Sul- tan, you know! Mr. B. (plaintively)—Well, every time you Move you pull all the covers off of me, and it's chilly tornight! (Mrs. B, maintaine @ di silence.) Mr. B, (ten minutes later)—Say, if you want to get up you can, I'm sure I'll never be able to sleep with all the racket you're making, M B. ( 1s triumphantly)~What about straining my eyes, &c.t Mr. B. (calmly)—Oh, I guess you won't #0 nervous—you'll be a wreck in a few years !f yeu don't try to check it now, I'm going to begin to take care of you right this minute-you've GOT. to ‘ded, dear, “What Is the chief difference be- tween Plutocrat and Proletariat?” “One affects’ the hi price of I'v. ing and the or's at by It" strain ‘em, You got pretty atrong eyes! é take care of you! It's never too @o te Jate to mend! Consideration! Bah! (she Mrs, B. (aughing)—I'm going to begin hie mommer to send him twenty dol- e lars?’ eaid Mr. Glavinsky, ‘Then @ets out and goes to work for a Tom’ Unole Cabin when he ain't well yet, and get home.” “How could he work with an Uncle ‘Tom's Cabin’ company when he has a broken collarbone?” asked Mr. Jarr. Mr. Slavinsky grinned “Till bet you he isa art boy, even if he ts @ dude loafer,” he eald. ‘“Shid- ney he stands off the stage and barks as @ dog when the colored woman is running over %-cent pieces of tce.”” “Well, give the toy achance. He may celebrated actor and a great credit counselled Mr. Jarr. “He is a great credit all the time, but his credit !s played out mit me," re- Piied the glazier. ‘Let's go in and see Gus. ‘They went in to eee Gus, and found the gentlemanly cafe proprietor in a very bad humor, “What's the matter, Gus?’ esked Mr. Sarr. “Didn't T told you that as soon as they got after the police for all them things, the police would go around stopping things that was no harm in It #0 people would get sore at reform?” replied Gus. “And they've started in to annoy you?” questioned Mr. Jarr, “It'll be breaking the law to break « pane of glass next,” murmured Mr. Slav- insky sympathetically, “This afternoon comes a big feller mit @ mustache and thick sh who I know {a @ flattie the minute I him," began ands up on his tiptoe to see into the cash register when I ring up a drink on Rafferty, and then I know he's a Central Office man, “He looks all around and then he goes to the door of the back room and Matens, and then he says, ‘What's going read those things 1n the morning?/On in there? ‘There's nothing in ‘em anyway! It's| “It's @ social club; some friends of of you to keep me|mine drop in this time every day,’ I awake just because you want to eays. B. (turning out the light)—There! 'm going in,’ he says, ‘The law ts nt'a out. Now go to sleep, for| being wiolated.’ Then he flashes his tin pity's sake bring his badge out of his pocket. Mr. B. (five minutes tater)—What in| ‘You can't go in there. That's pri- vate,’ I ways. “*We'll see about that!’ he says, and he pushes open the door and walks tn, ‘Then he looks all around the back room; but only up at the ceiling, “"Them's fine new eleetric Nght fix- ‘tures you got in there,’ he says, as he comes out, ‘you certainly got a nice quiet place here.” c ere anything going on in the ked Mir, Jarr, " ald Gus, " f policemen ate ‘DISCRIMINATING ADMIRATION, “1 understand that Mr. Grabwell started in life by borrowing $0. You must admire @ man with courage ike that.” “No, 1 don't," replied Mr, G1 ‘Fhe man I admire is the one wi the courege to lend him the Copyright 1912, by The Prew Publishing Co, (The New York Werld). ‘ Y Beloved, there be Three Stages of Love, which cre as the Dawn, M the High Noon and the Sunset. | Now, the first of these i# one in which a man is all devotion and eagerness, i When he arriveth too early and cannot be persuaded to depart. When whatsoever a damsel doeth is right, and whatsoever she weareth is entrancing, and whatsoever she saith is “cute” or wise or fascinating. When he spendeth all hie days devising ways to please her and ponder: ing over the burnt offerings which he shall lay at her shrine in the evening. And all thie the damsel accepteth as a matter of course. Yea, though she may return his devotion an hundredfold, yet will ehe guard her tgs and her eyes, lest they betray her and he see her heart. For she reasoneth that love subsisteth longer upon HOP@ than upon GRATITUDE, But, alas, a man's heart is as the New York wecther; upon its eudden changes none can count. [> And the second Stage of Love arriveth, without reason end without warning, tohen he suddenly discovereth that the woman is HUMAN! When all his devotion turneth to CRITICISM. When whatsoever she doeth is wrong, and whatsoever she weareth te “freakish,” and whatsoever she eaith is stupid or silly or annoying. When he arriveth always a little late and departeth upon the stroke of the clock, ‘ When he yatwneth privily and passeth the florist's and the confectioner’s without thought of her, When he foregathereth once more with the bachclors; when he obd- serveth that there ARE other women in the world. Then the maiden's devotion increaseth an hundredfold and she caateth caution unto the winds. For she saith in her heart: “Lo, I em about to LOSE this GOOR THING!" (a And all her days are spent in weeping and plotting, and all her cveniags in vainly trying to please. Yet, in her folly and her agony, she continually questioneth him, saying: “Dost thou love me?” “Dost thou STILL love me?" “Dost thou love me as much as EVER?" And the man is exceeding bored! But in time the Third Stage of Love arriveth; when the maiden éryeth her tears and ceaseth her erpostulations. And all her ways are strangely sweet. J For, behold, one of two things hath happened: Hither she hath ge- | signed herself unto her Fate, saying in her heart: “Lo, he loveth me but little. Yet it is ENOUGH. For one kiss from him is more to be desired than a million from any other man.” Or else she hath accepted her defeat, saying: “Alas, it is done! His love hath grown cold and tame; and this one- sided game getteth on my nervcs. Lo, he thinketh he hath me tied to the mast, but my wings are not yet CLIPPED!" And all her ways are full of softness and honcy, but her eyes are full of mystery. Then the Man saith in his heart: “Behold, I have broken her to my will. Now will she be satisfed with whatever crumbs I shall fling to her: For at last she is REASONABLE!” But he knoweth not that the calm cometh before the storm, and the silence before the lightning! ‘ And @ woman is never more sweet to a man than when his FINISH is at hand! For the Death of Love is her agony; but its funeral is @ polite “form.” Selah! Mooings of a Belle Moose By John L. Hobble Coprrigtt, 1912, by The Pres Publishing Co. (The New York World), NLY women fish for compliments. | married these days. O The men campliment themselves because they are not willing to trust such an Important matter to some one els ‘Women do go many of the unpleasant things of life without compensation ¢hey may even be willing to vote the right ticket without belng paid for it. Let a man take care of twins for a half day and he will conclude thet women are capable of handling any proposition that may occur ip politics. The thing of which every man epeme to be most proud is that he is not dike eli other men, ‘Women don't claim that they will ever know as much about politics as the men THINK they knew. All sarcasm to the contrary, there are just as many women as men getting The May Manton Fashions IMPLB trimm sreceful the: for if a” very Mttle | troct the “bisuse™ aw n Pattern 7538—SemI-Princess Gown for Misses and Small Women, 16 and 18 yeare.