The evening world. Newspaper, November 7, 1912, Page 20

ey Tlorld. ESTABLASHED BY JOSHPH PULITZER. Publishe@ Wally Except Begsey 7 F Ry J eee Company, Nos. 53 to AUER OUR BTA W rrearurer bs Park hig TORUPH FULITZON, See beoretary, @ Park "Row, eatin ah thank A Dea atin sis tered, Off New Y¥ Seoene, tter, Subscription es Brenlng) Yor nefan andthe, Continent and [World for the United States All Countries in the International end Cansda Union, One Teer crrccecesecsccecescees 68.86] One Tear. .ssscceseees . sors One MOnth.coscecccsseccccceces -30/On® Month..seseesscoeee ee VOLUME 58, .....0000ceneescoevcccccsccssess NO. 18,704 AFTER THE BATTLE. ALES of what the three chief candidates did on election night while the news was coming in are characteristic. Gov. Wilson strolled into the library where his helpers were hard at work around e big table, exclaimed at the poorness of the light and bronght in a bigger lamp eo that nobody’s eyes should euffer. President Taft, in his brother’s house in Cincinnati, talked calmly and cheerfully of coming home to practice and hoped the great lesson would not be lest upon the erring party of which he is the head. Theodore Roose- velt summoned twelve trusty reporters to his sanctum at Oyster Bay, eat down under his game trophies and breesily dictated sentiments of good humor, contentment and confidence in the future—not forget ting the oommes and periods. Each in his way took it worthily and well, The country congratulates ali three alike on that point ag lonat The so-called class vote fafled to ent much figure. The vote for Governor of New York upset the careful calculations of many a believer in the influence of racial and religious sympathy on eleo- tions. During a campaign we hear a lot about the candidate's race, church, savings benk, bowling alley and favorite barber’s shop with computations of how many votes each will bring or lose him. People may roll these things over in their minds while the spellbinders aro harping on them and the penny politicians are doing sums. But when the great majority of our voters go to the polling booth they mark their ballots eccording to their convictions—without regard to preperty, class or religion. The eore.and sorry Tribune lets fall a bitter gibe in » sum- mary of what it calls Election Stetistics of a Quiet Evening in Now} York. To wit: $1,075,000 spent on food and drink on Broadway | that night; $25,000 spent on horns, rattles and other small pleasures; | $50,000 spent in suburban railway fares to get to Broadway; $2,000 spent on bonfires; $1,000,000 damage done by bonfires in Greater | New York; $200,000 epent on theatres and “movies”; unaccountable | number of drunks; unaccountable number of fighta. Note well, says | the Tribune, President Taft’s “high cost of living” regime provided | every one with money enough to havo the costliest celebration, hoth in money and epirite, known te hietory! It was doubtless a pretty bill for an evening’s fun, but doesn't It prove rather more than the sorrowing one would have it? Would the people have raised eo much cash if they hadn’t been pretty sure what they were going to celebrate? The women are not sattsfled—which nobody expected they would be! According to one of their powerful “voices” this election and the campaign that led up to ft mean a general revolt of women throughout the East and South to socure the political equality that men have been forved to yield in six Western States. It appears that “the many issues of this campaign so espscially appealing to women” have opened their eyes wider than ever to their “helpless and sub- ordinate position,” end now things are going to happen. “It is high time,” they declare, “that some ether use should be found for women in s campaign than etanding them up on the platform et a national convention to throw delegates into hysterics or parading them on ——w the public streets for the entertainment of the mul- We might have known these efmple joys would pall. There ere eome things no election will ever settle. JOW thet whet te called an|the wanton fashion that onte prevatied, Gestion ts over our oltisens |The leaves return to the soll to make are saying we wonder whet | humus and provide stimutus for next eich etek BR. Jay end Jim | year’s growth. ‘Wik put over te cave Jim's — Sedgqesnty af Bridwapert, where be cay ‘COB fe out of coal, Peopte get how long bad people shall ge te prison ft by the bagful if at an. Yet am @ preserve Chartey Burnes im the President Truesdale, the poot of the Lackawehna, te one of the nefgh bore and ought to be helpful in ihe ariate, expecially at 68 | i 8 t } 3 | : it jaa the advantage of not @ trust. We hope Wood- t j ; eee that Pat Hughes john wet a supply of an- oF we will all have to get wood, which ts @ trying Desides being dangerous to if the axe slips, lis thy I gi Hite HE apple crop te poor and cider ty soarce, Cider is & pleasunt drink i he Bvenin ¢ w orld D a ily M a ga zi ne, “Thursday. (The New York World.) (The Steam Roller (8%) By M aurice Ketten The olanking of milk bottles in 4) metal holder and the impatient calling of the milkman to his horse to gurry| up from where he was nosing an old shoe on an ashcan ecross the way roused Mr, Jarr. He shivered and shook himself, and awakened Mrs. Jarr, with whom he had Passed the hours in semi-slumber on the steps—locked out at 8 A. M. through gotten latchkey—after a night of ty along the Great White Way. “Hey, youse, you'll get pinched’ degan the milkman, —Ovoreight, 1012, by The Prem Pubttviing Os, (The New York World), HE rose of dawn flowered in aa ep ply mn ee But Mr, Jarr {dentified Mmaelf and vee! ave. AVO WS | explained, and Mrs. Jarr shrugged her Archer of the Gun plerced the| ony, ‘ fod shoulders to ease her aching bones and whimpered. “Tm sorry,” said the milkman, “but the door from the basement to the hall 4s ¢astened, But I oan whistle up to your flat or any of your friends’ fats till I wake somebody to let you 4i “No, we've stood ft this long,” said Mr, Jarr, scraping up a@ litter of old Gilly mists of morn that velled dim gray, dinty atreete of the city. (Cats ran home, and those very early ‘Christians, the milkmen, with thetr rat- ting wagons and their eteeds that go and know the route iike methodical hu- mans, came with the day, A newspaper automobdile delivery chugged by, pausing to throw @ ®undle the Of newspapers into the doorway of the) Newspapers, (it rary peti newe and 4 ¥ ciger store at the comer: 8! i nitor will come. ver in Jersey daker's wagon followed this, leaving a eonsignment of warm and savory smell-| City at a wake. Anyway, I don't think SMe e eee ie ayia el The Jarrs Are Wafted Homeward By an Angel With Chin Whiskers they wouldn't outer door. “I got these in the cellar, scraped hem up in the dark,” he added, as he saw the milkman eyeing old newe- papers, “We'd have frozen, I suppose, but we sat on some and some we tucked around us. Tramps do that in the parks, I hear.” “Tough luck!” said the milkman, ‘‘imer will open up down at Gus's to catoh the morning-<dram trade, pretty soon, and « lite drop of whiskey will warm you and the missus up." ome down to open the He spoke gravely, but his eyes gleam- ed, an€ Mr. Jarr passed over a half dollar with a request for secrecy. “I don’t want the neighborhood te get the Jaugh on us, you know,” he sald, “I'm Jerry! replied the milan, with a wink, ‘Come, Dick!” am@ he went on hie rounds, leaving the Jerrs with the uncomfortable feeling ‘hat ‘both he and the clty-wise horse he drove were laughing at them. “{ don't want a drop of whiskey!” whimpered Mrs. Jarr, as she eaw Mr, Jarr casting a longing eye in the airec- you'd rouse anybody at five in the morn- tne loay h a i, loaves in the locked box outside) ce is sf you did they'd be ao anary Mutier’s grocery. tion of Gus's, hoping to see @ gleam lof Mght there from the opening of the ‘The streets grew lighter and the chil! mista rose higher and dissolved above the housetops. A group of workmen treading heavily tn their lme-burne@ whoes, and bearing thelr more or less ull @inner-pails, shuffled by, talking the} patoin of the Calabre they made His first thing for a married man toward the new docks bi butlded by| | to learn 1s that by taking his the river. A oripple, who was buyer for a down- wife's suggestions he can always do as he pleases. when fresh and invigorating when hard. Hard cider is an orthodox Deverage which used t go well with New Bngiand rum ee « steadier, ili fees hed A law-abiding man is one who can early morning, accomplish unlawful things and yet avoid being punished by the law. town hotel, tap-tapped on his cane and| Jerutches down the street and subway |staire to make the | markets. ‘iit titel ih ill LAST AISLE To Tht LEFT é 7 Hy g g r ri —_ LOUIS ase pretty Pr 'town ces coven, ahd che emaits ere Mting. _ ii iy E ‘OR Bul TONS} THE STURE CLOSES IN TWO MINUTES Coprris ro Like TS see ome 8uTTONS| The Hedgeville Editor. | By Fohn L. Hobble. a by Tho Press Publishing Oo, (The New York World.) When Mrs. Derke goes out she refuses to speak to three or four people so when she returns home she can have @ better opinion of herself. NOMENON lace at the Hour of the Firat Drin! “Don't mention ft," muttered Mir, Jerr huekily. ‘Will no euccor comet" And he began to kick at the heavy outer door of the apartment house, Partly ¢@ rouse somebody and pertly to stop the tingling in his feet; for they, at least, were “asleep.” “Look! Lookt” erted Mra. Jerr, sud- ently gorgetting her aching bones. And there, turning the corner, as larze as I%fe—his same self-satisfied self, tele ecope vallse, shabby frayed overcoat, @nd knitted stoves and all—was Uncle Henry! “‘Misfortunes never come atingtyt” cried Mr. Jarr. “This ts too much!" “Why, hullo, Ed! Hullo, Clara! How ye be?" exctatmed Uncle Henry genl- ally, “What be you doing up this airly? Goin’ out anywhere?” “We ju-ju-Jjust @os-Kog-got huh-huh- home,” replied Mra Jarr with chatter ing te . “Been out carousin’ tn sinful enjy- ments, hey?” said Uncle Henry. “Wal, T tin cated up to the post office here on dusiness for the Govermint all expenses pata. I'm glad you are up ainy, as I've been sittin’ up all night . We're waiting till somebody comes out. “Shucks!” sald Uncle Henry good- naturecly, “T got a key, I tuck on defore. I thought as how I might want Mt if T come airly or tate next time.” Since Mrs. Fort inherited her money she would rather associate with @ pedi- greed dog than a common bred human, 1912, @ » ys ab. * Mrs, Jarr put her arms around him away with me, when I was visitin’ ye! ai] ak a fay, weet Coprrigtt, 1018, Ww The Pras Puitiitag OX (ihe Hew Tet Wet, G™ is Just the Ralfecay etaton detween Boston end. Mattictn 4 A man te not really dlase untt! he fecte nothing butigentic ment at the discovery that 6 woman te deceiving him. Never marry a divorcee wntess you cam afforé to-Reep RerAn the atimond to which shes accustomed, A man seldom tMnke of marrying when he -meote Me tdeat'woman;-Rd waits until he gete the marrying fever ané then idealiace the first women he happens to meet. Real love needs no tHustone to gtve st eoter, wo Geceptions % ged piquancy. When @ woman hae to del e man with pretences and flattery at {8 not fostering Me love, but Me imagination. Real love te like honesty or retigton, Tf @ mow hae Gin Rte heartwe> ing can destroy it, if he hasn't nothing can put (8 there, ond me woman nedd fear that a freckle on her nose or @ few extra pounds of evoiréupole will Alt 48, The first time a man sees @ woman cry he wit do anything on earth make her stop, after the third time her tears rot right off Me feelings ithe water off @ mackintosh, ‘ Why te tt that when a husdand and wife can't agree on @ Nitle hing like the pronunciation of @ word or the color of the parlor curtaine, they always think {t necessary to remind each other of all thetr physicat ond ‘mental defictenctes? Many @ man who vowe he would go to the ends of the eorth for @ would balk at going to work for her. (Memories of Players Of Other Days By Robert Grau NO. 11—JOHN T. RAYMOND. 1H character actor ie perhaps not in evidence in modern times to the extent he was two generations ago. The |Raymond. stage of to-day hes few of the great character creations euch as John E. Owen's “Solon Shingle,” Frank Chantrau's “Kit,” J. K. Emmett‘e|Drojecting his right hand eleit @ tine “Fritz,” Wiliam J, Florence's “Honor- able Bardwell Glote” and J. H. Toole’s “Toodies.” ‘These characters were 20 well drawn that despite the fact that the plays in which they occurred were dstinctly commonplace and composed of what to- day would be regarded as the filmsiest stage material, they served to create Jasting fame and fortune for a group of star actors whose artistry and pop: Ularity have known no duplication in stage records, Undoubtedly the most remarkable in achievement and delineation of this clans of characters was John T, Ray- ‘mond, who ‘had been @ stock actor in the South. His experience while vast Was full from the vicissitudes characters {zing his precarious profession forty years ago. But Raymond was @he greatest en- thusiaet and optimist the “Rialto” has ever known, Even before he became a star and when he wae hardly on inti mate terms with his more successful colleagues, he was wont to stop them om | Wright knew this wouM beso. And in the street and exploit his future pros-|@ue course the public began to find pects, And he would always wind up|their way to the theatre. Once there, by extracting from his pocket a eliver |aughter ruled supreme. dollar with which he would procee@ to} The expression ‘There's Millions in match his colleague until one or the |It" became a byword—Raymond and the other was broke. In after years twenty- |"Mark ‘Twain comedy ran an entire sea- olar gold pleces were used; the matoh-|#on and had many lon; runs in later ing mania remaining with Raymond to|yeara The vogue of star and play the last. lasted fourteen years, ‘The late Merk Twain knew Raymond| The public would not accept Ray- and his pecullar characteristics, The |mond tn any other play. Moreover, no two were chuma At this period a play [matter what the play was, he was al- by an Amertoan author stood lttle| ways ‘Col. Mulberry Sellers,” so well chance in managerial sanctions, Even |fad the greatest humorist of that fo celebrated a writer as Brot Harte|fitted the actor at the outset of “Came « Cropper” with his “Two Men | stellar career, i str lit att oredit for having readized truthfully the character thet Mark Twain created. Grasping an Opportunity. and kissed him. ‘Welcome, Henry!" ghe orted. “‘Weloome!” WELL WAVE SOME ORE INERT. WEEK ‘Uncle | school, ! HAVEN'T BO TH! WOT Mm A HURRY*F CHT E DRESS Ver |