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{ biished Daily Except Sund ‘the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 53 aerate if s 63 Sane tow. ‘New York. 7 RALPH PULITZER, President, 62 Park Row. y 68 Re JOSHPN FULITZBR, Jr Becretary, @ Park’ Row, Emtered Post-Of! New York as Second-( Matter, Bubscription Rater to The Se ing) For England and the Continent and World for the United Sta: All Countri 4 1 PM athe! 4 Canada, al Union, base $3.60/ One Tear...... + 99.78 .» .80[One Month One Year. One Month. VOLUME 58.0... .ccccccsceneesceccceccccseceeesNO, 18,719 A KINDLY HINT TO A PRODIGAL. 6S. ASIDE some more national parks,” is the friendly advice of Ambassador Bryce to this country. | We are accustomed to feel that, of all our inexhaust- ible riches, one of the surest is «pace. We have been as prodigal of that as of our other national resources. Mr. Bryce insists, how- | ever, that “vast as is the United States, it is moving toward that | state of dense population which now constitutes one of the big prob- | lems of Europe.” He suggests that an additional park be set aside | fm the Rocky Mountains and another established in the Southern | \Afleghenies. Why not? We could easily afford it and we have ready to our hand parks and forests that Europe would give millions to possces, (The American travelling abroad always has to repress a smile when he is shown celebrated “forests” like the New Forest in England or Foatainebleau in France. Oompared with our own euperb woodland tracts these famous “forests” are only a few acres of shrubs and bushes. Almost any one of our States could sot aside « “forest” a hundred times as big and “real” and never mies it. Out of our present abundance of land and wood we could easily pet away a few choice slices and dedicate them to the health and happiness of generations to come. Mr. Bryce is right and we should thank him for the shrewd foresight of his reminder. We should be | gled also to believe with him that the glories of Niagara will before long be rescued, that “the defacing adjuncts of commerce will be abolished and the pristine beauties of the Falls restored.” —\—_- 4 -—_____ ‘We note that an English bookseller ts offering some of Theodore Roosevelt's choicest sentiments in the Colonel’s own handwriting, all put up in neat paragraphs at $10 per. ———4 = THE DRAGON “MONEYTRUST.” ET the gold-thirsty multitude yearning to get its talons into L the monster “Moneytrust” be patient. The House Com- mittee appointed to tackle the beast has not lost heart, but is only grinding the edge of its sword and soldering up the cracks in its armor. Chairman Pujo has sworn s mighty ‘oath that the hunt shall begin again Dec. 9. Whab the committee is after now is power. The Senate is to be pressed to pass a bill giving the investigators access to national banks, without whith, they declare, all their efforts will be vain. “It should he clearly understood,” says Mr. Pujo, “that no comprehensive in- THE DONour X-MAS Soaggne cue | Tae GIRLS, ICAN'T SHOP F JAM WITH SOMEBODY quiry can be completed until all doubt as to the power of the com- mittee to secure the data it requires has been removed by the legis- lation for which the committee asks. Notwithstanding these embar- rassments, the committee proposes to press forward.” More power to its elbow! And may these champions who gather on Dec. 9 fare forth and find the dragon, to the end that he may be pierced and slain—while everybody holds a hat to catch the golden blood. ——$_-4 => _____ The Mayor wants “Leftie Lowte” given a rest. Haven't the courts attended to that? ——_-4-__ “STARVE THE FLY.” HE FLY-FIGHTING COMMITTEE of the American Civic J Association has very sensibly discarded “Swat the Fly” ax a elogan, and raised the eeemlier cry of “Starve the Fly.” eounding nicer, the latter proves that the movement is gain- in logic and efficiency. It is always when folks get tired of for the pound of cure and begin to look around for the ounce of prevention that reforms get down to business. The fly-fighting chgirman reports a most successful year’s work says the campaign is becoming world-wide. But he also points that in all prise fly-killing contests the number of flies killed never exceeded the number which could easily have been bred from 8 masll pile of stable refuse in a few weeks. Therefore, he says, let us henceforth wage war rather on dirty stables and backyards, garbage heaps end dumps. We are glad. Inspiring as the records of those fly-killing con- |¥°! tests have been, visions of barrels full of dead flies lying around wnit- ing to be counted and entered for decision have always been depress- ing. The fly-that-never-was or that starved-to-death-as-soon-ns-born somehow makes a stronger appeal to our higher nature. SS ‘The Merchants’ Association has rounded up one thousand new members in four days. Such a “boosting”! UEER thing, a crowd. When the gamblers who were the State’s witnesses in the Becker trial were released yesterday the immense throng gathered in the street greeted them with one word: “Squealers!” The crimes which their testimony had brought to light and justice, the increased order and safety which the city owes indirectly to these men, even their own misdeeds and shady records—all these things were as naught. For the crowd they were just “squealers.” Not that we set any grent store by “squea!- ers” ourselves. But why did the people in the atreet see these men #olcly from that angle? Letters From the People 4 Another “Extra Postage” Kick. To the Editor of The Erewing World: SA E. Q. Butler deserves praise for is letter complaining of having to pa: three cents to get @ one-cent paper or magazine or circular forwarded to him ‘by the Post-Office to a new address, It 4s unjust to force us to pay the extra two cents, for in many cases the ar- tirle went for is worthless. I spent the office that the book was held for-post I malled the required amount {: ps (six cents), plus the two-cen: stamp on the envelope. But as yet { have not received the book, T hay. written several times to the station Mentioned and each time had to pu @ stamp On the envelope. They clalr the book has been lost, but I can ge: no definite information regarding same @ummer on Long Island and while there » A BAUM. I sent to a New York publisher for a Mises book, The book was delayed and one To the MAitor of The Evening World: after my return to New York 1 State tn the United tes word from a 28928 post, abbreviated Mo, t* 4. M, 1912, by The Prose Ort RO Vor ataatng Wests O* 8 Uncle Henry was wending his A way tq Harlem, walking from downtown to save carfare, no Wasteful clty relative being, with him to pay his transportation, he was ac- costed by @ gental, well dressed man, ‘Very chap I'm looking for!" sald the genial stranger. “Aren't you Hiram | Burdock of Burdockburg, Pa. | “No, I hain’ Uncle Henry, | indignant! for I hain't gol you my right name, nelt you don't think I have read about tho nares and pitfalls of a great city! Do green In my eye?” laughed the genial man. | “I just want to place you in the way of making some easy money. “I guess you think I'm a farmer, | hey?" growled Uncle Henry, “I guess, you are goin’ to sell me some bill printed from stolen Treshury plate that can’t be detected from the genon- | wine jothing of the sort.” “Then you are going to take me ou: | into the woods of Je we 8 ® suspicious India ont there @ho won't come near the big wigwams of the pale faces. And the Indian has a solid brick of gold that 1 can take a piece of and tert, and he'll sell th brick of gold for $1,000 when ‘s wuth $20,0007"" “Nothing lke that in our fambily,’* The Perfect Hand, | Move THAT WE ADJouRN Tys Abeta And 50 OU X-MAS AFTe! Coprrigst, 1912, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Kreatng World) 8 | SECOND Te HOPPII RNOON . ° ica t bre IF [HAVE COMPANY NY SHOPPING IN STATEN ISLAND rr r SAAAAAALABG SAA AIS mn illy Nothin’ elther—any like that in my fambly,;"“Then I suppose you'll take me to & said Uncle Henry. |sick engineer with his face all yeller OLN se STATIS pLBE Biv SOPpHUNE idting Co, (The New York Evening World.) LONG-HAIRED General with a little force of vavalry soldiers at his back tried to “rush” an Indian village on the Little Big Horn one June morn- ing in 1876, A few hours later not one eoldier vas left alive, Custer, the General, had fallen in the forefront of the battle and was,the only white man on the whole field whose body was not hideously mutilated. This tragedy has been miscalled the “Custer < Massacre.” It was no massacre, but a fair fight. Custer’s rashness had led him to attack what he falsely supposed to be a weak Sipux village, and he had been outwitted, outnumbered and rushed, But the battle at the Little Big Horn marked the “beginning of the end” for the Indian atrocities that for long years had terrorjzed and weakened Montana. caeetng of existence and the whole region made safe for white men. Montana was explored in 1745 by Frenchmen who did no more for it than to claim it for France and to leave {t undeveloped for th att cantury. 3 was ceded later to Spain and then back to France; and @ large part o ule by the Louisiana Purchase, ply ean trading posts, Government forts and missions, Montahe Femained more or lest a wilderness for another fifty years. Fajher de Smet, the ‘Jesuit, carried on @ noble missionary work there among the Indians, Bu : missionaries and settlers suffered terribly from Indian cruelty. And #0, through the years, Montana grew scarcely at all and lay waiting for a greatness shat was long {n coming. Then rumors reached the Hast that gold was in the Montana And the treasure rush was on. The Treasure | nttis. This was in 1861, Later, during a period of three months, $26,000,000 in gold was found at Alder Gulch alone, and similar, if smaller, finds were reported on flocked 1n from the Fast. And a lawless, wild era began. Vigilance , outlaws and murderous Indians were working overt! “Might” | spelled “Right."? Violence was the rule, d atrocious mitted, The mountains were ripped open for gold and the pure times mountain air was surcharged with smoke and mining chemical ‘What should be the proportions of a perfect hand?” is] “A poker hand filled out of a vineeie| Out of lawlessness, terror and treasure cyaze emerged powerful and thri deck” |) 3 U | _Hven after the miners settled down to law-abiding Hves the Indians still made existence perilous and the story of their outrages did much to check peaceful immigrants from coming to Montana, i} Gen. Crook, In 1876, begun a whirlwind campaign against the Indiana and \Gen, Miles followed it up to such stern effect that the Sioux were beaten into |submission, But before the echo of the Sioux war could die down Chiet Joseph ‘and his Nes Perces, fleeing from Idaho, entered Montana on the famous 1,500-mile retreat whose last 800 miles was a running battle, The Nez Porces were at last |rounded up and captured and serious Indian outbreaks weve at an end, j Montana was made @ part of Idaho in 186% And in 1864 {t was organized an |, separate territory. In 1884 its citizens began @ five-year fight fOr Statehood Vand won, and St was admitted te the Union State in 1889, | From’ that time the tide of {mmigration has been steady and strong. ture, especially frult growing, has proved tr profitable; and the mines ha’ yield. j The newcomers wer: element of fortune hunte as prosperous home makers, The Indian Wars. folk and the old restless t last glad to settle down ee fieremy biti The Jarrs’ Uncle Henry Wins Easy Money and Makes a Near-Proposal SHAAAAANAAAAABAAAIPASAAASAAALAAAAABH Within a year or so after that the Indian terror was, Agricul | nendously | continued thelr wonderful | ras "CL Do : NY SHOPPING | (a New ROCHELLE | CAN You Beat IT? Pr rr ee ey from swamp fever. He 1s delirious and don’t know the value of the stock he has in the Lost Hope Mine in Idaho. But WE know—we know gold has been struck—and we git the stock of the sick engineer cheap. Wal, I want to tell you I was at the bedside of that slok en- Sineer twenty years ago “No,” aid the genial stran; simply want you to take this bundle of stage money and put it in your pocket id then walk down the street with me about twenty feet. That will do, thank you. Here's five dollars, Come to this address to-morrow and you'll get five dollars more. That will do, Tom!" And he gave a signal to a young man grinding @ musicless hand organ on a corner, Uncle Henry took the card and read: iy: 8. KNAPP SWIFT, Film Director, Acme Moving Picture Co. The “five dollar bill, being undoubtedly Senuine, threw Uncle Henry into such ;® high good humor that he decided to jtake things easy tn his old age and pay 2 nickel for his car fare home, or rather to his nephew's home in Harlem. | Arriving there, he found the family were out, and Gertrude, the light run: | ning domestic, cleaning up the supper \table. | “Hey, there!" he remarked, — “You jfin't a-going to clear away when my ;stomach thinks my throat | Mra. trude, sullenly. “I'm going out t evening, Mr. and Mrs, Jarr and the hildren have gone to the moving plc- ures, and I'm expecting @ gentleman to take me, later,”” Il bet you got @ lot of beaux," waid Uncle Henry, in an admiring tone. Uncle Henry was wise, and it occurred to him that a few w of fattery jinight win him something to eat “Of course, I'm mighty hu went on, “I did get suthin’ to lot fifteen cengs and didn't git enough to feed a sparrer. Come out hungrier than I went in, But, don't mind me A ‘handsome gal lke you can't be holdin’ lup her beaux. Has this feller got any | money “He's a fireman," sald Gertrude, as | she set @ plate and a knife and fork fo: Uncle Henry and commenced to cut sonte cold meat for him, “A handsome, refined gal like you | should marry a rich man, a farm with a nice place, where she could b | boss and order folks around.” “How you talk!" said the pleased Gertrude, “Here's your paper. t plenty of time.” But, as I wi I don't know any rici, farmers." | said Uncle Henry, plying hig T ain't what you'd rich. | snug and my wife ts not in’ Ith, We need a hired gal, too. | How'd you like to oome to Hay Cor- ners and see how you'd Iiko it In case orld Daily Magazine, Friday. November 22. 1912 34 By Maurice Ketten Copgright, 1912, by ‘The Prem I'ublishing Co. (The New York Evening World.) ta EXPLANATION. omewhere at the end of space two parallel lunes may meet. Some S where at the end of the world the paths of truth and fiction may come together. Until then we will accept Life as what happens and Romance as what ought to happen. Bach will have its interpreters, but to the romancers will belong the spoite, ; A literary man once declared that Euclid was the best short story toriter that ever lived, setting forth his plot or theorem and proceeding in the most direct way to build, it up to its logicgl and correct solution. But Life's problems arc not like propositions of geometry, each one ends ing in @ final, triumphant, irrefutable Q. E. D. They are much more like al- gebraic equations of the sort called indeterminate, in which there is no fiat fized solution eliminating all others in which X, the unknown quantity, the Anawer, may have any one of a number of values. From time to time, as T have come across them, certain of these indeterminate problems of life have interested me very much and I have watched the eorking out of the answers to them. To each there were necessarily a number of solutions, all plausible, alt equally correct, but none eliminating the possibility of all the others. In setting forth certain of these probleng I don't pretend to give any dne solution. It ie for the reader to take his choice among the various valites Of the unknown quantity X. FIRST PROBLEM— Why Did She Forgive Him? “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit {mpediment"— P to the moment when she found the letter Belle Harley consideret herself @ very fortunate woman. She was fond of her baby, quite resigned to her husband and passionately in love with her fame. The letter was, of course, just the usual document that a vixenisa fate throws tn the way of wives. Since his marriage Hattoy tins written plays and more and more the necessities of his new profession hy brought him in contact with the sort of woman who writes the sort of letter which wives object. 1 couldn't help smiling when she guve it to me to read. shrivelled quickly in the torrid blast of her highly appropriate tragedy. inood, anybody would have smiled. Though we know that nelther Washington nor Napoleon was an infallible speller, most of us prefer phowetie morals to simplified orthography, and the child of Nature who had written a, love letter to Mrs, Harley's husband had spelled love with a u. 7 “It was precisely this misplaced ‘u’ which seemed to aggravate the outrage of Harley's dislocated affections. “Think of tt!" his wife exciaimed, “He prefers a ho who can't even spell a one-syilable word, to me! Bf shrilling voice. The prolonged accent on the personal pronoun was more t! But my smi ores ible, fgnorant creature, * she repeated with a un usually Justined. For Belle Harley was one of the most successful writers in New York. It was her marriage to Harley which had revealed her to herself and the public as a writer of witty and highly popular criticism whieh #he lustrated with delightful eketches. Ay Nell Chowning site had been merety® 4n ambitious but unsuccessful artist, and Harley when she met him was the Poorly paid editor of a fashion magazine. But Just as the fusion of two very ordinary chemical elements may produce a third, tare a: Darently unrelated to Its very ordinary constituents,” two had resulted in the creation of a third and gloriously successful person, Not the little Harley, for he was just the usual combination of eharin « asperation we call a baby. The Infant prodigy in the Harley family wholly Iterary persomality of “Belle Harley," the name under whieh mediocre artist who had married the obscure ma| throughout the United States. Now with flushed face and hard brown eyes damming imminent tears she continued to discuss that dreadful phonetic love letter. “Of course I shall divorce him,” she proclaimed furiously. “T ean hardly wait for him to come home to tell him what I think of him. And whea £ have flung this letter in his face I'll take the baby and go away forover! “Have you thought of the consequences?” T asked. “Have you the baby? Have you a right to deprive him of a father? Are you sure that divorce proves any more than suicide, solves any more? Isn't it Just shutting the door on the evil that you have, to open it upon the others you dgn't know about? You know the worst of Harley. Can you say as much about another man? Think of all the squabbles, the disiusions, the despairs which woutd have to begin all over again and be Hved through before you had found the tolerance you felt for Harley. And then perhaps there would be another letter. The spelling might be more conventional, but the meaning would be the same!" “You're talking rot and you know It,” exclaimed Nelle Harley victousty: but she looked as though she were half willing to clutch one or the other of my little straws of platitude. “Only because I thought you preferred rot. Most women do," I replied, “You know very well you can't get along without Harley. Fiven if you divorce him, you would have to marry some one else,” An expression of genuine horror crossed Mrs. Harley's face. “You don't think I'm that kind of woman," she ejaculated. “Why, men are nothing to me. Less than nothing. Why, considered simply as men, Harley included, they bore me dreadfully.” Sometimes when @ woman won't understand, fe kind, “I don't mean that Harley as a man 1s necessary to you,” I answered, “I refer to him ag the better half of your fame.” She blanched, She glared. She assumed an expression of mingled stupidity and resentment that didn't—couldn't belong together. 2 “What do you meah?" she asked coldly. “Only this, Belle, that everybody except the public knows that Hartey writes the text for ‘Belle Harley's’ pletures. Are you going to destroy Belle Harley's fame and future for a miserable chorus girl that spells ‘love’ with a‘u? The Supreme Court can give you a decree separating the actual YOU and the actual Harley. But who shall divorce your pictures and Harley's text? You know very well that you sign your name to those articles, but—they're Harley's in the aight of Heaven! And you might search New York and London and not find so perfect a literary union as this unacknowledged marriage of his brain to your art. If you want to commit literary hari kari, why, divorces Harley. But no woman divorces a man unless she loves him. Re true to your fame as long as Harley 1s, Don't divorce him till his charming style finds ” another aMinity. Burn that letter. Here, I'll light the gas log #0 you can do it now.” I lighted the gas logs. Belle held the letter in her hand for a long time. Then she spoke and I realized that no word of hers would ever betray her husb: ‘#8 mute complicity in her success. Her speech, in fact, reverted to the first argument I had urged against a divorce. "Perhaps you are right,” she said slowly. “There are claims higher than those of mere self. There are considerations more worthy than those of sel? love and vengeance. I must try to forgive Harley for the sake of my child, And of course I can’t let him know that I forgive him, This ends it!" And she threw the crumpled misspelled love letter into the blazing gas log, . ° . ° ° . . . tho wazinist, had become known the swift use of the kntte Why did she forgive him? Romantic solution: Because she loved him so, Popular solution: For the sake of her child. High-brow solution: To preserve the social unlt—the family, Possible other solutions: Because she didn't care, because she looking for an excuse to forgive him, fame to her personal honor. was meraly or because she preferred her literary eS The Pocket Encyclopedia, Copyright, 1012, by The trv Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World,) 491—What good effect has rain fall-|are tiny plants or animal, one cell, ing upon dead leaves? aetWhg | 492—Why ia the assembling of sea] sao tne ya Jano 21 the hotter gulls on the shore a sign of storm? |—TDhe atmosphere of 5 Ae Toone » 493—What is snow? heat 494—What use do the tides serve? $05—How do discase germs cause s composed of tains The acoumulation of this heat cal the warmest period of the yo to fall during the last part of Jul he 48—(What causes the seasons?) —1 anything happens to my wife?" “Ob, how you talk!” cried Gertrude. ‘le you wife very sick?” sickness! jaxis of the earth is “inclined pd — lorbit by many degrocs, “Were” 4 carth upright on its axis we shourg ARSE questions will Le answered |have no change of seasons ould Monday. Were are replies to) a—(Htow do” the mountaing of Wednesday moon compare tn height with them? 4%8—(How Ja timber on the ground pre-|the earth?)—There are “fetta ot served from decay?)—By treating it| mountain peaks on t nty-elght he moon (that we with creosote or chloride of zinc, know of) which aro higher than Me * Wi—(What are disease germs?)—They Blanca -