The evening world. Newspaper, September 28, 1912, Page 8

The Evening World Daily Magazine. Ope z ESTABLISHPD BY JOSPPIT PULITZER. Published Daily Bxcept Sunday by the Prees Publishing Compeny 64 Park Row, New York RALPH PULITZER, President, 62 Park Row, ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, 6) Park Row, u » It, Secretary, 6) Park Row ‘aes Matter, For England the Continent All Countr the International Postal Union, vening and World for the United States , and Canada, One Yea' . ‘one Month _VOLUMI 0/One Year, . $3 , 20/One Month WANTED: A FREE COUNTRY. OW much regulating will a { How far a how fast can a government of Jaw be turned into a govern ment of laws before the people get an inkling of w is going on and call a halt? How far ean the public even fool it when it comes to the fascinating game of inventing new rules ane regulations? Is there any end to it? We began amassing regulations sme years ago. lot now and the promise of many more, So many of them are plainly for our good, so many more are made to appear for our while others too hard to understand are probably for our good there seems little hope of placing any limit For a free people we are regulated to a degree. kept from doing things somebody thinks we ought not to do on Sun- day. We take drinks only at hours when somebody else deems it right and proper. We stay out nightie only so late as others think best. Many of our most necessary and innocent movements are regu lated #0 that they may not interfere with somebody's making a profit ont of us. When we work we must take our time and pay from a standard ganged to somebody else’s capacities. When we hire labor we hire it for such hours and wages as others have found to th convenience or profit. Much of what we buy we buy where other people have decided we should buy and at prices laid down and regn Tatod by law for somebody else's advantage. When we try to sell qe find ourselves up against restrictions and regulations drawn up by somebody else’s forethought—for somebody else's protection. The other day a farmer in Maine killed a cow and tried to sell the meat. For the best cuts the local butcher offered him only seven eentsa pound. So the farmer thought he would sell the meat himself to his neighbors. But no. ‘To do that he must take out a peddler’s license at a cost of $10—which, of course, would have taken all profit out of the transaction. Thirteen hundred miles from Chicago the Beef Trust had itself thus snugly protected by law from anybody who tried to cut under its prices. So it goes. Companies name their busi 1 jron fences around their particular department of trade—all with the support of cunningly devised, often seemingly benevolent laws. Now and then an exasperated public takes a hand at turning out new regu- lations to curb the trusts. Whereupon the trusts merely get a few more added to straighten out their affairs. Politicians go around with pockets full of regulations to regulate the regulators to the end that all may prosper. What the public doesn’t regulate the trusts do. Laws are heaped upon laws, regulations beget regulations. ‘All under the delusion that Law is maintained and strengthened by multiplication of laws! The desire to regulate and tyrannize is strong and imperishable in the human mind, The tyrant, the dic- tator, regulate to their heart’s content and become insufferable. Then when the masecs, have risen and thrown off tyranny, and the people rule, behold, after a little, the Majority hard at it, regulating in its turn, devising law after Jaw—so many fresh porous plasters and poul- tices for the sores and infirmities of the body politic! Is there no government of law and principle, where a people may siir its limbs at will, seeking health in free, untrammelled action, pulling off the plasters one by one instead of slapping*on fresh ones six at a whack? ; | “he more laws the less justice,” the old proverb has it; and one of the shrewdest of Frenchmen records that in his time “France had more laws than all the rest of the world put together”—with the worst results in promoting undue liberty. be A I at » people stand ? that Woe are carefully ness agents and build 66% YNIFORM purchasing power of the monetary unit” as elabor- We have a fine Can You Beat It? 3 f IT NEVER ENTERED ry MIND a i | | | | | TRY To RENEHRER To TAKE Yous HAT OFF WHERE EVER THERE IS AWOMAN | | ated by Prof. Fisher may be a fine tool with which to cut down the. cost of living, but most of us would be just as happy to sce | the job done with something more like an axe. | + | n on widows HE Superintendent of Schools in Pittsburgh is dow Some of the| ‘and won’t allow one to teach in his bailiwick. blood of the Wellers must flow in his veins. ‘ ——-— +4 - RB. GARY comes back from Europe with the newa that buei- ness is booming there too. This country is so full of pros- perity that some of it spills over. ———_—e4¢e-—_ TH an exuberant Dr. Eliot filling the heads of the Harvard | Freshmen with notions about marrying early and getting into | the grandfather class, the professors will have a hard time this year keeping the boys’ minds on their hooks. Monday. ‘othe Bator of The Evealng World: Om what day did Aug. 29, 1887, fall? : CHL@ os swith any ordinary variety, as seed can j ve bought at « minimum cost and will save time, trouble and tomatoes, ax to keeping geraniums all winter: ft them out of the ground carefully, with a good bit of wotl, and put the in some good, fresh, rivh juam, and to @top emoking on it» trains place them tn a shady place for a few Wene, Some time ago there was a man) daye until they take root, This action for smoking on @ station {nije indicated by the making of new New York, I have heard, and {t was: jsaves, ‘Then move them to the place erided by the court, that a man had alwnere you ure golng to keep them tor Tight to emoke on the station, bul not jine wi) which must have light and om the trains. 1 would like know | maintain a minimum of 4 degreer wht other readems have |night temperature, By taking cuttings |now you will be able to get good strong Plants for nex* vpring. Detach Jour three o- four Joints from uve top and make a clean cut Immediately below the bottom Joint, first |the bottom leaves, and Insert ln clean, whan sand and and store same as the old planis after they are rooted. PL, 8 Oct, 19, 18 - — fimoking om Stati ‘24 the Kattor of The Ereuteg World: 1 have read that the B. R. T. to the ‘To the haltor of The Keewing Word ‘A reader avks gardeners to teil hin how to save tomato seeds and how io keep geraniums through the winte Wf he bas some fancy variety of t mato of which he wishes to save #0 he may do 90 by breaking the tomato removing Om oorright, 2012, by The ree Publishing 6 (PTB, ald Mra, Jarr, “1s Miss | Viola Cackelberry."” And she pointed to a very tall younk woman of eighteen with hair and e ho light in their yellows and blues that she was almost an Albino. ‘The young lady had arms thin and long enough of themselves, but the tight fitting short sleeves made them seem so much longer that Mr, Jarr, even during the introduction, gazed at her, wondering if she could put her arms around her own waist and hug hersel?. The dress she wore was in the mode of the day; a tight-fitting skirt with draped panniers, She was so slim and lanky that this dress gave her the ap- of a sheath. “And Miss Irene Cackelberr; Mrs, Jarr, Mr, Jarr, with the ob still pervading his mind, pow glanced at the other visitor, She was @ dull- eyed girl, as short and plump as her elder sivter was tall, In fact, Mise Viola Cackelberry was plump to the point of squaitiness, But, ax the younger Miss Cackelberry confided ve Mrs, Jurr later, she regarded her shane as her good fortune, since It precluded aald sions above It Depends. | | | when they are dead ripe them in the sun to dry. Ti out and put away the dried sed ‘Bus is te not worth while to do this a r \ ‘Co the Léitor of The Evening Wo What were the month, the da: the year of Gen, Sheridan's rid AG R, and “They say it's yood luck to be fol ‘lowed by a black cat.” Pearance of being half way pulled out) her ever falling heir to her elder sister's! DON'T You KNow You MUST TAKE YouR HAT OFF WHEN TALKING TOA won Saturd ) ¥ HAT OFF! 13 A WOMAN IN he ELEVATOR, OCoppright, 1912, by The Preas Pubiishing Co, (The New York Werid.) Tatre THAT, HAT OFF t WHY Nor? THERE ARE WOMEN ay. Septem By Maurice Ketten \NEVER. BeLSee ALMAHAAAAANIAAAASANAAIAAIARAA BAAS ily “(grown of outworn gowns—the bitter rtion of the average younger sister. The Miss Cackelberrys giggled; and remarked they were pleased indecd to neet Mr. Jarr. Mr. Jarr murmured the pleasure was mutual, but his gaze had wandered to heir hatr, Hach of the Miss Cackel- berrys wore a satin fillet or bandeau of prodigious size. Miss Viola Cackelberry wore a pate blue bandeau and Miss Irene Cackel- berry wore a pale pink one. These gave both young women the appearance of Domestic By Alma Mr. Jarr Encounte Handicaps to FEE 8 IE IE IE 8 SE EE SS EE OE 8 OE 8 98 OE 8 8 8 tt 8 8 8 | having frightful headaches which they had tied up. “Now, we were just whom we could invite to dear girls are visiting us?” gushed Mrs. Jerr, “And you must help ua think, Edward, You girls have no relatives in the city, I believe?” They had. The relative was the pro- prietor of a cat and dog sanitorium on & dirty downtown side street. But, as he was very poor and of alcoholic habit, he was socially dead to the Cackel- berrys of Philadelphia, talking over all while the Dialogues. Woodward Covrright, 1012, by The Press Pubilshine Co. (The New York World). i ply ronking vigorously, 19 atrewing it i the evening papers there are. |cotin cagtosand “int the, “Stemotre ot ‘prtiren OSB. (wleetully)—ie clting? Mr. B. (raising his left eye- brow)—What? Mra, B.—Why, the way everyone is getting called a lar and a thief and everything! | Mr. B. Gemoving his pipe)—What on earta are vou talking about? \ Maw. B. Undignantly)»—About jot course. Mr. B. (briefly)—Don't! Mrs. B. (with fire)—Why shouldn't I Everybody's talking politics, And aren't we women going to yote some day? I have # right to get trained. Mr. B. (drily)-You'll get trained all right! rs, B. | (solemnly) don't know whot x4 mean, but tt sounds ike @ slur. Irn bet 1 know almoat as much about polities as you do! Mr. B. (sweetly more. Mrs, bet you know B. (slowly)—You aren't patrtotic at all, are you? Mr, "%. (coldly) —W! to do with politics? Mrs. B. (gaaping)—Why, Patriotiam 18 polith you're suppose 4 in polities. at's patriotism got everything? If you're patri- | otle (to be vitally in- | terest | Not on your tint The only thing thoy got In common thene days 1s thetr intttal letter Mrs. 1. (smugiy)—Welt, know you're wrong, but I'm not going to a it with you, Who are, you oing to vote for, anyway, George? Mr. B. (emitting bloodcurdling growls) Can 1) CAN IP! ‘There's been more plood shed over that question this year than ever flowed during the French Commune! H. (blandly)—Why tly natural queation B. (grimty)—Oh "|upon a time-—but this year it's the hign wlan of massacre! Mra. B. (mildly)—It 18 han to choose ‘the best one, isn't t? I'm sure T would of cours, I lan't tt a pert. | Mi your story interests me strongly B, (going back to his Memoira)— | » it was once | have to give it much thought If I were going to vote, George. Of course, I ‘know all about tho three men. Mr. B, (rising on one elbow)—Lady, So you know all about them, huh? Mrs. B. (hastily)—Well, of course, when I say I know ALL about them, I mean all that the papers have about them. I dares there are some things that nobody except themselves know Mr. B. (emphatically—I DARESAY Mrs, B, (thoughtfully)—You know, I've always thought that {f a man was goot to his mother, he'd make a good Preal- dent! Mr B. (wildly)—For the love of Mike, what's that got to do with it? Mrs: B. (on the defensive)—Wel!, you KNOW that a man who {8 a good son and brother is always a good husband. And I thought the sense of duty that | Inherent in a man of that sort would make him be an excellent— Mr. B, (tearing his hair)—Say Issen! LIGSBN to ME! You're a wonder! down to the headquarters of the Pro- gressive party—they'!l give you @ fob! They're just looking for you, but they don’t know it! Mrs. B. (seriously) —1 favored Mr. Roosevelt at all, George. Only IT DO like the way he cuts down trees and he has a wonderful appetite from all accounts—It must be a pleasure |to see that man eat! And still he's not | Very fat you see, Now, Mr. Taft— Mr. B. (through gritted teeth)—<io on! Get It out of your system! Mrs. B, (gently)-—Weil, moing to say that Mr. And Dr, Smith says— Mr. B. (getting up and transfixing hor with a penetrative gaze, ny other observations that are giving you ind!- tion | Mrs. B. (plainly rattled) | Nees t think you can # jlooking at me that way {Was president of a college for a long time, and you know that Freddie Hunter was @ sweet boy until he went to college and then he began to drink Deer and smoke and do all kinds of thing®! And [ thought— Pet B, (dashing from the room)—Hel} didn't say 1 I was onty Taft in stout Weil, re ME Mr. Wilson you by) ts Two New Peace and Liberty ‘No, our relatives are mainly abroad,” Viola. be nice for the young la —let me see—oh, yes—Clara Mud- Mdge-smith,” suggested Mr. Jarr, “Oh, they'll meet HER!” said Mrs. Jarr petulantly, them a teu, MEN? Don't you ‘Why, yes—er-er, let me see! and Mr. Jarr rubbed his chin; sens: fomehow, that the Miss Cackelberrys would take no great interest in Jenkins or Rangle, or the rest of the fatuo and commonplace married men he was associated with down town. Nor would either, “Mr. Jarr is such a reelu [hurriedly expiained to “He's 80 domestic, too! * Mrs, Jarr the visitors. He « up ried. And, as for myself, my clubs and charitable work are 20 engrossing that, really, I am out of touch with the younger set, don't you know, “Oh, we just came over to New York for a rest!” said the skinny Miss Cackel- berry, have been SO much in Soclety in Philadelphia last winter, and }at Ho many summer parties, tennis tour. Snaments ‘wummer, that Mamma Insiated we visit {some quiet people in New York for a benatitt “Oh, can the Miss Cackelberry wearily, Shoe snapped thia so bitingly that it | made Mr, Jarr sit up and take notice, “I know that poor child is all nervous from the long rafiroad Journey,” said (Mrs, Jar, ¢W after dinner,” ‘i “There's Johnson, the cashier at our office," remarked Mr, Jarr, “But he's engaged." “Why, surely, vou matters?” said Mra, \to be married soon?" | “1 don't know,” said Mr. Jarr. [LE could ask him up and he'd tell us “Never mind him,” sald the short Miss Cackelberry, “Engaged men are always |saving their money, We met one of those ‘I'm the Gus that Puts the Money \in the Bank’ fellows just recently! ; “Ah, that reminds me," interposed Mrs, Jarr, “They MUST meet Jack {suver, We MUST have him up to din- [ner before the dear girls go away.” This remark made both young ladles | blink, They had just arrived, “The very fellow!” said Mr, Jarr en- thustasticaily, “and Rangle can come ‘over and Jenkins stay in town and we'll play poker.” ‘ou will NOT," sald Mra, Ja |"Aand girls,” she added sweetly [rich bachelor!” Roth Miss Cackelberrys clinched thelr Hteeth—a chance to live in New York |RIGHT. hatter! said the chunky H don't Sarr, think that “But ts he “But r firmly, ‘he's a Sooduiencamenneniial KNEW HI8 BLUFF. “Nora, Is my husband home “Yes, mum, he's in the workin’. “Then wake him and tell him I want to see him.”—Satire, Nbrary “Tl see that ehe gives | know any | his uptown associates make parlor pets, {all his fashionable clubs when he mar- | nd such, at Jenkintown thix! 11 discuss the mattor | ber 28, 1912 She Protests Acainst Allowing Maa the “Last Word.” salons (he HUSBAND unnatura!, unmasculine demand the dissoiu ne vhattering of all our higher brave, ore pe it} 124) Conmiiaht Hublishine Co (Toe New York Worlds TLY in another department of this paper there appearcd a letter Ma tnere man in which he made Flatement that in all family dis lowed the “LAST WORD.” Fancy! Oh, my Sisters, ean you not #ee In this | doom of the Nation ton of the Home, |tdeals of pure, voautiful, Manhood? ; Let us protest against this insidious outrage before tt Is too late—before our | husbands and fathers and brothers take up the slogan: vefore thtre are “Last ) Word clubs and “Last Word" parades, in which unsexed, misguided males in” perfume and petticoats shall march through our streets carrying banners ot) purple and gold, emblazoned with the legend, “Last Words for Men!" s Woman lias ALWAYS had the Last Word! It {# a distinctly feminine pri ? rogative. Man would not know what to do with it if he bad it. Mis purely mas cullne brain could not comprehend ite importance, its subtleties, ite wonderta significance, To allow him to have the Last Word would be ax foolieh as placing & loaded gun in the hands of a small boy Indeed, men do not really WANT Last Word. Only a few unsexed ma! creatures THINK they want it, When ALL men want the Last Word they wit! get it. But no truly masculine man will degrade himself by subscribing to suc an utterly absurd, ungentlemanty “caus Man's place is in the OFFICE, A man who attends to his duties as & huss band and provider has no strength left with which to figit for the Last Word> when he reaches his home. Such things are out of his natural sphere and would | distract him from his duties as father and rent-payer, How, for instance, could | Man concentrate his mind on a business deal, on buying and selling and “skin« | ning.” on the riso and fall of stocks, the price of potatoes and the color et his | stenographer's hair, if all his thoughts were forever seething with the problem | of how to get the Last Word with his wife concerning the color of the dining jroom wall paper, the pattern of the parlor curtains or the temperature of the | baby's milk? Utterly preposterous! Moreover, consider the unsexing effect which the granting of such an une ‘tural demand would have on his character! Man {s netther mentally nor phyat- y fitted for the subtie task of arguing both ways so as to come out at (he right end, at the right moment, with the Last Word. He could never stand the strain. Why should we tmpose this arduous task, this purely feminine duty, upen | him? Why should we allow him to soll his hande—beg pardon, his mouth—with the wicked Last Word? We have always done the talking; and the man has always been content to en, or to pretend to listen, and to reply with grunts and monosyllablen By long practice in domestic monologues, we have learned to bear the brunt of the jon. And we are still willing to bear the brunt of it But words are forelgn to man’s nature. GRUNTS have alwaya been enough for the truly eweet, old fashioned, fatherly, masculine man—the kind of man that women admire en@ | want to make husbands of. A “talky,” argumentative man would be utterly une natural and unattractive. He would Jack that sweet unpilability, that adorable unyielding nature, that dumb obstinacy, which {6 so essential te true masculinity, He seule lose that subtle charm of Sphinx-like stolidity with which he now holés us capt And WHAT would man want NEXT? f To what awful destruction of the feminine ideal of @ eweet, brave, noble maa would such a fatal step as this lead? Would he not rise some morning in bi® | misguided folly and demand the right to wear his wife's best eflk petticoat or her favorite Pierrot ruche? Would he not go in for curls and straight fronte and facial massage? Indeed, a man who would insist on having the Last Word Would stop at nothing—not even at POWDERING HTS NOSE! There is notbing however vulgarly feminine, to which such @ creature would not stoop. Pioture, then, the Man of the Future eating ice cream soda, reading French novels, chewing guin, wearing ruffles on his trousers and pulling his wife's halr in a tantrum! Picture him, if you can, spending his days at bargain sales and pink heed or, wee aU front hair carefully curled, addressing a meeting of gentie- manettes on “Last Words for Men," whtle his poor, patiently in his office dictating his mail. ce er ene No! Nature never intended that man should be @ poor imitation of woman. ‘She meant him for Higher and Better Things. To stoop to the Last Werd would mean to lower himself to woman's level—to cease to be her SUPERIOR. she could no longer respect and revere him for that perfect self-complacence, that dumb endurance, that enchanting air of detached boredom, with which he now commands her hom: | ‘Therefore, I protest again that no man who prizes the esteem and devotion of the gentler sex, who values his greatest charm, MASCULINITY, who loves his work, his office and his stenographer, will lower the standards of Perfect Man: hood by joining in this disgusting “Last Word” movement, But if he should, then let us protect the poor, misguided creature against Aim- elf by refusing kindly but firmly to grant his fatuous demand for @ privil | that since the time of Eve has been Woman's—and Hers alona However It may hurt us to be cruel, let us KEEP MAN IN “HTS PLACE;" ¢0 that in that Final Hour, when the reporter gently asks, “What were his last words, Madam?” we shall be able to answer with our eyes turned Heavenward in thankfulness: “He never had any!" Fablés of Everyday Folks By Sopble Irene Loeb Coprright, 1912, by The Press Pubiishing Co, (The New York World). ‘CE upon @ time there was an) But thts woman belloved that hapy up-to-date woman. ‘Tha: she|ness did not need to travel near t adopted every so-called now {dea]roud of Cupit. In a word she SCORNE that chanced to|/Cupil, Whenever he chanced har way pass her way, she waved him off, She went on th| She continued in the “forward mov theory that the) ment" (whatever that Is), She thoap new thing was the/that any tne ehe chore to “stop” and the best, There-|allow the little love god to enter har ore it came tollife she had but to WILT it ao, end, was, ding Ve up-to-date noitoi pul Ret love as readtly aw nie conlt other “development* she firet course, gett She bolleved that woman should walk ‘olde by side" whh Tha s, Wh man could go she (woman) should be foun She lived on the thought and could almost prove that woman was }SUPERIOR boing to inan. The big thing for woman, she “elf development” (whatev She must not reckon with man on! this In fact man was reckoned out of it entirely, In the self-development scheme woman could regul in the universe, REGARDLESS of man. | She could “ilve quite as she chose." She could come and go at will, with no one| to say her na She must take @ part in the politieal, social and clvic propaganda in all its phases. In all, she was part and parcel of everything that came to pass, Now, all that was very well, But one of the elements that the woman had) [not reckoned with was LOWE, On, that| Was an after consideration in her rea- soning. In truth, It was “tommyrot.”'| The idea of a man woolng belonged to} the ast ages.’ That woman should! have to sit back and wait for a “he'{ to come along certainly belonged not in| the self-development xeheme, Net} «4. an anadis ‘ much ease . e sung at ersian She even believed that woman should] » | feasts). t propose, &c., &c, Therefore, continually | Yet areas among P living on these up-te-minute things, she ag Me ear lana eationeionan: ox.) Same of hin days—patient and proudly THE one that {s the most up to| og te at all-Love, Cupid is the one mage| Whose word was worth er whose doctrine ia at once the OLD. whore heart AT and the NEWEST in the world, is NERDED to develop every age chooses various means during th ager, but his processes lead to the same | yw, |ways—the ways every human must 'epead In the pursuit of happiness, | cf a eet Visited a felend of ber life there was so Dir m. jand some ov end of the day but had ki that Is but had a] xnawn her ctiamphe oO wis tt tappiners wit's w to data, lent years [ ner one the Bat back gray hatrs and Cupid was ng her eat! eto want lover’ i T do ne this woman, 1 her attogo: MORAL, yi 18 THE ON OR WHIC DUPLICATY ee On Emerson. LARGE and generous man, wae’ Ht up lis thought (though wi an Indian tongue, Us as the sage No gate or orest wretoh his door elcome He (nat ever pansed highest king op fairest * perme Sette ate NF LLC RE MTN das MT NUR