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‘debt to those wiro have made its Engtish version as beautiful and authoritative and final in onr eyes as any original could ever be. ‘Nor does the verdict rest whofly upon faith or moral teaching. To wur language, even those farthest femoved from moral or theological Mogma, have for ten generations snd more worshipped the Bible as a gepeaking country without breathing in fte influence. More than any ‘wther heritage of written English the Bible and Shakespeare permeato have reed the dedication of the femous Anthorised Version of King yand all bravely toiled to provide a Bible in the common language for ‘ We one of the first editions: ‘+> that (ire Septuagint did, if thet be true which i$ reported of them, + never thought from the beginning, that we should need to make a tyeonths. After another nine months of preparation for the press, sho “style of the Authorised Version.” “The Evening World Daily Magazine, Thursda Can You Beat It? 3% «ith. & By ESTABLISHBD RY JOSHPH PULITZER, Published Daily Except Sunday by the Press Publishing Company, Nos, 63 Se tt SSN how. how Tome ee hg ALPH PULITZER, Presiden RATAN OUS ATA Pnpoaguron JOSEPH PULIT: Jr, Secret Park Row. t New York an Second-Clans Mattei Entered at the Post-Office e' } 0 The Evening) For England and the Continent and Bubscription Rates + ‘World for the United Sta! All Countries in the International Portal Union. and Canada. ‘One Mon .80] One Month VOLUME 58.2... .cceseccccccccesccssesvees ++t.NO. 18,718 THE AUTHORISED VERSION. CTs Bible is the greatest book of all,” says Mayor Gaynor, Park Row. Fark Row, $3.50) One Year... and throughout the Christian world he will hear few dia- senting voices, He adds: The philosophy, the poetry, the imagery, the elevation of thought of the Old Testament have never been approached. No one has since come into the world capable of writing the Twenty- « third Psalm, for instance. In our admiration and reverence for the Bible as a monument @f Hebrew poetry and wisdom, however, we are apt to forget our ‘Wnglish speaking people, for example, the Mayor, might have said with equal truth: “The Fnglish Bible is the greatest book of Eng- Jish.” Almost-without exception, the famous writers and speakers of acted fount of pure English. No child grows up in an English ‘the style and thought end imagination of every one who writes and ppesks the language for any purpose, exalted or commonplace. Admiring the English Bible as a sheer masterpiece of translation, Show many people know anything of the careful, conscientious echol- ership and toil that went into the making of it? A few of us may SJemes L,.amd wondered at the fulsome adulation, 60 strange to tour ears, with which the worthy translators address their royal patron. But whorhas ever sought their names? Yet they were a.noble list of echolars in their day—forty-seven of them. At their head stood Dr. Launcelot Androwes, Dean of West- minster, “who knew Hebrew, Ohaldee, Syriac, Greek, Latin and at ‘Jeast ten other languages.” The rest were men of similar stamp. Whey began their work in January, 1604, when James I. called a great ‘€onference at Hampton Court for the purpose of determining “things pretended to be amiss in the Church.” The final results were not published until 1611. These translators took up their task with zeal and thoroughners. They divided their number into companies of six or eight exch, and assigned « special part of the Bible to each company. They drew up fifteen elaborate rules to guide them in their work. The eighth well flustrates their industry: ‘ (8) Byary, particular man. of encti company to take the chapter or chapters; and having transited or amended them sev- erally by himself where he thinketh good, all to meet together, con- fer what they have done, and agree for their parts whet shall stand. They had plenty of earlier translations to adopt or emend. Wy- cliffe and his followers in the fourteenth century, Tyndale.in the eix-| teenth, and later a house of Bishops in Elizabeth’s time had each OF a ilsy Mr. Whe use of the English people. Tyndale’s version was a fine work, faithful and scholarly, yet simple and popular in phrase. The King Bemes translators owed much to it. They determined to keep their new tert’ as close and familiar as possible to the hearts and older as Sociations of the people. One of the forty-seven, Dr. Miles Smith, Bishop of Gloucester, Ruely displays the epirtt of his fellow workers end himself in « preface cloth around Uncle gave the old gentl poke with the comb, attention as though he expected to flush & partridge out of the brush, that had two heads on it. he cried, as he tossed it, —— it and slapped it fat against his erled Mr. ‘Sarr, houted Uncle Henry in fine feller, but ‘stravagant, Very ‘stray- egant.” “Shampoo?” asked the barber. “None of them extries," Uncle Henry Degan, but then remembered Mr. Jarr y for tt and hurriedly added, red to the shop whe! barber, held the first The barbers were all busy, but one customer was nearly through the Operation he was undergoing. And Unole Henry, entering the shop ahead of Mr. Jarr, was informed that he/| gested Fred. was next, and Mr. Jarr was told he was| “Jest as ‘you say,” eald Uncle Henry. next-next. “And some hair tonic?” Mr, Slavinsy, the glazier was the ous-| “Go ahead.” tomer who was nearly finished. “Scalp treatment?” “Well, well, Mister Jarr!” he orled.| Yep!" “I'm getting @ heir cuts, alta you a “Massage?” getting a hair cuts and your Unole he| “Oh, gimme what you got, gets a hair cuts! My, my! We'll all be] Uncle Henry. ‘It's as good as regular Gudes! Me, I em chust going to| And you can dye my whiskers too.’ Gus's to play auction pinochle. “Fanny how eome fo! 114 come to make it three hand imme your turn, Uncle Henry!” ea! Metter Gi4.we un over the worke with that posting haste Crore, 21%, The, trans, Fypalitins On R. JARR yawned. He had been M an ideal and home-loving hus- band yesterday and the day be- fore. The man was a0 conscious of his Own goodness, in fact, that he began to ‘wonder if his halo wee on straight. In fancy he could hear the husky voice of Gua bid three hundred and Blavinsky saying “and ten.” He felt the call of the wild. He yawned egain and then said: “T believe I'll go out to the barber shop.” ‘It's @ einful waste of money,” said ‘Uncle Henry. “Suppose you only go to @ barber shop every Saturday night— that's $7.60 @ year, That's why I raise beard. “How about halr cuts? You can’t out your own hair,” said Mr. J: “I believe I could tf the the wust,” said Uncle Henry. @ git your Aunt Hetty to cut my hat: when it needs it.” “It needs it now,” sald Mr, Jarr. “Come, I'll match you. If you win I'll pay for a hair cut for both of ua, I¢ 1 Authorised Version appeared in 1611. Ever since, despite many Mania El carried @ countertelt that they finished 4 in seventle-two dayes. This worke has cost the workemen, ps light as it seemeth. the paines of twice seven tines seventie-two dayes and more. Truly, good Chiristian Reader, we new Translation, nor yet to make of a bad one a good one ® * © but to make 2 good one better, or out of many good ones, one principal good one, not justly to be excepted against. To that pur- pose there were many chosen, that were greater in other men’s eyes than {n thelr owne, and that sought the truth rather than their own prise. °© © © Netther did wee thinke much to con- sult the Transistors or Commentators, Chaldee, Hebrew, Syrian, Greeke or Latine, no mor the Spanish, French, Italian or Dutch (German); neither did we disdain to revise that which we had done and to bring back to the anvill that which we bad hammered; but hav- ing and using as great helpes as were needful, and fearing no reproach for slowness, nor coveting praise for expedition, wee have at length, through the good hand of the Lord upon us, brought the worke to that passe that you see, The actual labor of revision occupied about two years and nine Henry, "Now there's Mr. Jarr, he wi to hand you gets so mad wallop if you Henry. “Well, get your whisk anything you want. Ch Fred. Wait, Slavinskyt" And Mr. Jarr took Uncle Henry’ Place in the barber's chair, hurried t! placid Fred as much as he couN, and then rushed out to and three handed auction pinochle. and the trembles, and Mr. Jarr gets ‘He's @ good sport!” remarked Fred,nervous and jumps out of the chair and putting down pot ‘round the co) rummy, y'know. e@tempts at improvement, it has been the dominant Bible tert for the English speaking world. In 1870 the Convocation of Canterbury began the well-;nown Revised Version in which the churches of England and America were invited to join. Only the Roman Catholic Church refused to take part, The New Testament was finished in 1881, after ten years’ work, while the Old Testament was not published until 1884, The Revised Version was not welcomed. ‘The changes were de- nounced as petty and silly, tending “to spoil the familiar, sonorous Nevertheless its claims to a more up-to-date scholarship have steadily won favor for the Revised Version, until now it has replaced the Authorised Version in many | churches. é J¢ may be doubied, however, whether English literature and English speech will ever change its instinctive allegiance to the sim-| plicity, the dignity, the dearly remembered cadence and benignity of *the King James text. | —<$<—< < $< $$ QUITE AWARE OF IT, FAR-REACHING INFLUENCE, {| | Porcclinm (of the Da'ly Bread)—My| “What ¢s meant by graft?” eald the Gear, you are not only my chief n- | inauiring foreigner. fentive to work but my Ilfelong inepira-! ‘Graft,"’. said the resident of a great | then. qity, “is @ syetem which ultimately ne- “Mrs. Porcottum—I know ‘I'm your in- | multe in compelling a lange portion of the | 'M! splrationy al right, Percival. Whenever | population to apologize constantly for mia « metaphor or make a Iittle mis-| not having money, and the remainder to n m it into a explain how they got 1t,"—Washington 1 Nervy Nat—Now, there's a can- didate for the nut college—sous- round in that and thinking h having od time! Funny things peo- P wal do for viii a will ave to put up a little joke on him! 2. Nervy- Nat—The very thing! Ah, Miss Hardface, well met, in- 3% Nervy Nat—Pray don’t mind my seeming familiarity, Miss y What'sname. You know you deed! Come with me to the gurg- simely Fatnoed point & k 4 ling brook, and with your assist- WOM 00 WHS Was 0 8e ance | wij have the laugh on the yey wut Binge ay Th Phot misguided gentieman Shereial ~ we * Maurice Ketten put lavender or lilac water or bay rum jvarious countries, on him, And he’s fidgetty, too. the earnings are ‘Westminister Gazette. EE eee. 2 Se ee y, November 21, 1912 eeccccccceqoscsoe secceccooocccocce ceseseecoessosoes Jarr Imprudently Hearkens Again to the Call of the Wild ebceseoesoooosooacooooooooooosooes coeeeooesese+eeSe the eporting barber, as he tucked the the boss tells him he shouldn't be sore as the poor guy has a wife and family, and Mr. Jarr says 60 has he, and let's tho lather dry till I get back.” “How much {s this going to cost my nevvy?" asked Uncle Henry, after alb “Yept" roplied Uncle Henry, “Ed's ® the “Jobs’ were done, and all the scents and perfumes in the shop had been drenched over him. “Two dollars and eighty cents,” said thre barber. —=>___—_— The Thirsty Ones. ‘Russia epends annually about im right for bein’ €o 4d Uncle Henry. I'll hid take the hatreut quarter I won from him ‘Hair ehould be singed first,” sug-/ ana get some eatin’ tobacco and go and see the movin’ picters!" A . aid |mition rubles on vodke, while the con: how. | sequent diminution of the working capa. | Mildly. leity of the people and the disorganiza- are!” chir|tion of labor are responstbie ruped the barber, as he “jobbed” Uncle|tary toss of atleast three million rubles as tonsorial parlance has it./ annually. 'T the temperance conference held at Moscow it was stated that for a mone- Dr. Sajies, in the report he Presented to the conference, ecale of the amount spent on drink in Ho pointed out that Tage American workman only spends on drink 36 per cent. of his earnings, the German workman 146 per » and he gets in the}cent. and the Russian werkman chair of the eecofd barber, who's a@lper cent., while in some places, the government of BWkaterinoslav, “And the poor guy has a hangover|much as ¢7 per cent. of the workman's spent on intoxicants. gave a | from your lite?" in a Copyright, 1912, by The Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Brentng Wortd,) j ERILY, verily, my Daughter, Love is ike unto a banquet of the godd, V But a Flirtation resembleth a red-wine table d'hote, wc @ cheap, yet amusing and pleasant withal, Behold, as the red-wine dinner beginneth with the antt pasta, a Hfttle odd flavoring, which piqueth the appetite, so a flirtation dbeginncth with the relish of NOVELTY, which piqueth the interest, { For a man findeth only that woman “interesttyg” who is different in all things from the “woman just before.” And neat followeth the entree, which is mysterious and made up of the gods know what, even as a woman at the beginning of an affaire. Then cometh the spaghettt, whioh ts elusive, hard to carrol, and ecarce seeny th worth the trouble, even as a man at the start of a flirtation, © Yet lo, how quickly these are followed by the ROAST, when one or-the other wareth suddenly in flery earnest and getteth done so brown. 3 Then appeareth the salad, which is like unto the frst quarrel, Sicha] and cool, with a “dressing” of wine and vinegar, sharp and poignant, “tug not unpleasant. ee And one and all are washed down with the weak vin ordimaire of Bente, ment. gk Finally arriveth the sweet, even as the making-up and the first kop Yet, I charge thee, hasten not this course, my Beloved! “aT For the sweet heraldeth the fintsh of a table d’hote dinner, even’te, 0 kiss marketh the end of @ flirtation. 3S And both are followed by the black coffee of Remorse, which 18 dfrk and bitter, arid settleth everything. "Te And, thereafter, nothing remaineth but weariness and the paying of the check. ; Yet, weep not over spilled sentiment, and shattered Nirtations, For only the Poor Sport repineth when the game is over, ‘y But the THOROUGHBRED enjoyeth the feast or the flirtation white ét lasteth; and ‘when it 4s finished, payeth the dill without murmuring and Labbe ill the headache, or the heartache, without regret, saying in his eart: “IT WAS WORTH THE PRICE!" ae Selaht a The Conquests “a tT) =6Of Constance poet Be lh al dnl (SWITCHBOARD OPERATOR AT THE HOTEL RICH) By Alma Woodward Coprright, 1912, by The Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) AVE you been?’ the next in line, ain't yuh? “Been? Where?” kep’ a feedeny.” "Bay," Connie remarket Ah, @ restaurateur," I amended, 1! disdalnfully, “when) “No, nothin’ like that ‘tall,”” she cobe i you're runnin’ = Jrected, “Yuh didn't know him or yuh | ewitch in a high Cl wouldn't tack nothin’ with so anany | letters tn it to him—he wus a plath bean dispenser. One uv them placed. yuh know, where they got reat bik dishpang uv rice pudding an’ some con- sumptive lookin’ pies in the window. “But he had, extra, @ case with ire in {t and there'd be a slender soup bone or two and a chicken that had died from exhaustion, laying with’ Ite head graceful lke, on a couple uv Gye” ter shells, in {t, He thought that’ wus Just the last yell In style, he aid? * ‘Ho'd be at mo all the time to cone an’ just let him have a try at fixin’ ip somethin’ that'd sound Ike fancy fool. ‘He sald he could fix calves’ liver doa SWEAR it wuz terrapin, an’ he every twist In the disposition WV Well he week — @he Horse Show, of course, of feeling remiss, ‘I don’t care much about it, you know.” “No more do I,” she acknowledge “but some high mogul give me a pair ‘uv admissions an’ I took my girl friend. You don't cateh me blowin’ no fair male to a show an’ then not have him even have the decency to uncover a choco- late sundae afterward!” “Well, how was !t? Did you recog- all the high lights of the ‘400'?"" ‘Did 1? Say, I got extension uv the ‘eyeball trying to pipe ‘em all a: once Yuh can get real close to ‘em at the Horse Show, can't yuh? Gosh! Yuh ought to seen the rubdes standin’ right in fromt uv the boxes starin’ the flossy dames out uv house and home. Why, I peen one ike with the end of his feld glass bang up against @ cut glass chest protector one uv ‘em had on; and there she sat, cool an’ calm Iike she wuz dreamin’ on a private island, an’ all the time I bet sho wuz just wishin’ she could up an’ land him one, to c his nose more cloper with his fac ‘Repression of emotion!” I murmured knew a eee! “But I woz always leery about it, and yet I didn't ike to hurt hie feell doft yuh know. So one night I tons ome bicarbonate uv soda an’ « botile uv paregoric, an’ I went down tothe, There wuz a dig crowd there , An’ while T wuz waitin’ T went tack to watch ‘em. digh- ing up. ay. I hope to die if ever, r seen anything like {t! I ain't gain’ to jinterfere with your dinner by goin’ tn: to details, ‘But one uv the lense \things wuz when a guy ordered a por, terhouse (4 cents with French ried) an’ Greck he had there heipin’ him let it alide home on the fi ‘stead uv takin’ the bages regular; and without winkin’ a eyelash he nips it up, slaps ft back on the platter, takes @ whisk- broom ¢o clear off the sawdust. an‘ smothers ft with a cent's worth nv. Parsley an’ a gob uy butterine to hide the scars! That wuz just NODHINt. but T aln’t goin’ to tell yun is “Well, sey, I couldn't ‘a’ & soda cracker in that place after that. So I says: ie “Oh, you're ¢oo busy ¢o-night, Lem. “Yes! » “Well, any time yuh get me'to muzzle my tempera- ment, {t'll tale a straitjacket to do it! ‘When I feel ifke hittin’ I'll hit, you bet, It may be ree-fined and bun tun to tend yuh ain't got no feelin's; but, {t ain't natural! I jus’ LOVE to get excited!" ‘Mo you? Don't you know it burns up an awful lot of energy and takes years “Then it's me fer an early grave,” ‘she responded in kind, eT cor- tainly got to have excite in my |¥el’ I says ‘Til dine here another business. Oh, I see yuh gettin’ your|time, an’ T hiked it fer the subd with pencil out. I spose you're goin’ about |my bloarbonate!” 4 Bather—Here, you! What the dooce are you doling? Nervy Nat—Here are your clothes, Mr. Man. Don’t you know any better than to go in swim- ming here? Why, this lady here le @@ shocked she te epecchicss! Bather—Confound these wom- en, anyway! Why don’t they stay away from here? Nervy Nat—Well, sir, | haven't had euch’a good laugh since the police force had the measies! Bather—That ‘tor youl ¥ 7 think you're the fine and donde Joker, don't you? » Nervy Nat—1 thought at firet \t was going to be quite good Joke, but somehow there seeme \ #0 Be a 200t-of an anticlimaxt