The evening world. Newspaper, January 9, 1913, Page 18

erm er o ~ rs > oe ee —eT The Evening World Daily Magasine. Thursday, January 9 \ * 99” pee Styings | - She Blorlo. [A New “Party” 3 «sth: BA By Maurice Ketten {| : Bb i ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER - wn os Bs President, 63 Pert Row. e. “ eer * dene Pooretary, «8 Park "Row, nto Mee Mvening| For astand cnt ‘Werld for the United States All Countries in nd Oaseda, Postal $8.50! One Tear... Ss Wena: 80 One Month VOLUME 68......c..cccccccsccccsscesseceeeee «NO, 18,766 THE SHADOW OF DIVORCE. EPORTS and ebstracts of the decennial census of 1910 just issued are caid to be the most complete and exhaustive evcr * prepared. One of the improved featur:s is the eection of statistics regarding maritel relations. At the time of the 1910 census the number of divorced persons in the United States was 166,176 men end 185,001 women. These figures do not include divorced persons who have remarried. It is, therefore, probably safe to say that to-day three per cent. of the total male population and four per cent. of the total female pepelation of this country, whether through their own fault or eome- eise’s, have found marriage @ failure, and have been in no to try it again. England is dismayed to find that the nantber of divorce cases ing hoaring at her divorce court sittings, which begin next , will total 408, as eompared with 864 in the corresponding t year. Yet from comparative etatistios compiled at the of the last decade the annual average of divorces in Eng- ‘eles wes only two per 100,000 of population, ee against per 100,000 in the United States. In fact, with the exception of Japan, which led the world with a yearly average divorces, or 215 for each 100,000 inhabitants, the United held the highest divorce record among civilised countries, hav- more than twice as many es Switzerland, which showed the next figures—thirty-twe per 100,000. i from year to year only deepen the dhadow which lies life in this country than anywhere else in the Western It is not a distinction to be proud of. The new cenaus figutes will again put before us the cold, inexorable facts which, translated back into life, mean reckleemess, slack morals and misery. The country will read the figures and be duly shocked, as usual. But will it heed the warning? —— ——— ‘“IT DEPENDS ON THE PERSON.” T WAS Mr. Morgan who was stuck in the mud—through no feult of Mr. Morgan. For it was Mr. Morgan who was esiling, and it wee Mr. Morgan whe told Capt. Whet's-his-name, of some boat or other, that he, Mr. Morgan, thought it looked pretty foggy to start out. Mr. Morgan's prescience was what it always is. Later when befell what Mr. Morgan foresaw would befall, it was Mr. Morgan who lelled cheerfully on the madbank, and issued jocove ironies about spending his vecation there, And when the tide rove it was for Mr. Morgan that it rose. It was Mr. Morgan who serenely cleared the mudbank, it wae Mr. Morgan who moved majestically on his way to sea, Great is the power of petsonality—ees Mr. Morgan says. Os AS TO PERFUMERY. Pr errs ot he Pertemery Manctacarr Ault it ii i E £ i i Tepresentative of the Perfumery Manufacturers’ Association who sppeared at the Ways and Means Committee tariff hear- ing at Washington. “The best market for perfumeries is in tho factory towns of New England,” declared this epokesman. “Why, I know of a typewriter who spend at least two days’ salary each weck om her toilet article.” And he closed with a heart-rending plea that “pertumery—this dice of happiness—be preserved to the shop girl and the factory girl.” Whether it adds to happiness er not, cleanliness and common im this country st least, long ago shut perfumery once and for of the necessity class. Chesp and silly luxury has no more useless and even offensive article in all its showy outfit than Even the use of delicate and costly perfumes ie thought of doubtful taste. Not a few wealthy women dispense Most men in this country despise them. Cleanlinoas embellishment; and for that little, simple, old-fashioned, Mike orrie or lavender amply suffice. Perfume is no but it must never be admitted to that department of eoap and water rale—end rule alone. — THE BIG SLIPPER. THEIR seal to punish the trusts, legislatures and courts may threaten and magistrates may thunder, but when it comes to lay- J ih | jiy i i tng on real chastisement, commend us to Mother Nature. At one and{.’ the same moment she spanks the Orange Trust in California with a iE and frosty hand, and breathes upon the East the balmy airs of the past fortnight to trouble the hard, black hearts of the coal barons. Letters From the People i & Theatre Grie ‘To the Biter of The Brening World: ‘This last New Year's Eve I invited my wife and five friends to a theatre nce. Point they graduate only second ieu-| tenants. WILLIAM STONPBRIDG | Ex-Private Field Artillery, N.G.N. ¥. Mrs, Pickett is the widow of Gen. George E. Pickett, leader of the im- ts With Great Men of the Civil War By Mrs. Gen. Pickett Mrs, Pickett was affectionately termed “The Bride of the Confederacy.” mortal Gettysburg oharge, She has written for The Evening World her| She has known nine Presidents, and has won fame as one of the most brill- memories of the civil war's great men, Lincoln, Lee, Stonewall Jackson| iant and interesting writers of the scenes in which her soldier-husband @na @ host of other notables are vividly depicted in these articles and from| bore so gallant a part. @ wholly new and intimate viewpoint. 1. ‘WAS in Richmond when it wae swept by « sea of fre. | I saw the flames like blazing banners fluttering against the sky and the stormy billows of smoke surging back- ward and forward and up and down with the changing of faces of the colored troops as they galleped up treet. I heard the screams and yells and curses of the rabble, crazed by jquor which had been poured from barrels (nto the et: and which they drank from the flowing gutters, Adding to the demoniac horrors of the scene was the blowing up of the magazine, shivering every mirror and pane of glase in our house News of the fate of Five Forks hed come to me, and the city was full of rumors that my Soldier was among the killed. I knew-he would come beck. But, oh! they ‘Were anxious hours. The day after the fire there wee @ sharp rap at the oor, The servants had all run away. The city was full ef Northern troops and my environment had not taught me to love them. With my baby in my arm I answered the knock, opened the door and looked up at a tall, geunt, sad-faced man in ill-fitting clothes, who, with the accent of the ed: George Pickett’s place?” “You,” I said. “This te Gen. Pickett's home, etr, but he fe not here.” “I know that, marm,” he replied; “but I wanted to eee the place, I am Abraham Lincoln.” * “The President?” I gasped. ‘The stranger shook his head and sald: “No, marm, no; just Abraham Lin- eoln, George's old friend.” “I am George Pickett's wife and this is his baby,” wae all I could say. The baby reached out his hand and Mr. Lincoln took him. A look of tender- ness almost divine glorified that sad face. I have never seen @ look Ike that on any other face. The baby opened his mouth and insisted upon giving his father's friend a dewy baby kiss, As he handed the little one back to me Mr. Lincoln, shaking his finger at him playfully, said: "Tell your father, the rascal, that his Uncle Abe forgives him for the sake party and went to the box office and ‘bought tickets calling for seats in the family circle. After climbing fights of we, anivore wc cmme sonst, | MARCUS, The Boarding House Goat that the seats sold te me were of almost |°"* no value, as we were not able to see the winds, I saw through the gloom thé weird, black | thi errr The Great War President—LINCOLN. Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). of that kies and those bright eyes.” ‘The tones of his Geep voice touched all the chords of Ife to music, and 1 marvelled no more that men who knew him loved him. He went down the steps, talking to hima and out of my sight forever. But in my momory intensely human e: that strong, aad, tender face and that wonderful & perpetual abiding place. Sometimes in the flash of light we behold friendship that will never die. my treasured possessions are ome letters written by Lincoln, when Practising law in Springfield, to my Soldier, then a young cadet at West Point, where he was placed through the influence of Mr. Lincoln, having been ap- pointed from Illinois because he was etudying law there at t! time. The homely and humorous philosophy of these missives, the honesty which breathes through every sentence, the cheerful outlook upon fe and the ready sympathy of the profeasional man with the boy just on the threshold of l!fe—all bring him before me as one who was near me and known as a friend. 1 look beyond the description he gave of himself: “Height, 6 feet 4 inches, nearly; lean in fi weighing on an average 120 pounds; @ark complexion, with coarse Diack hair and gray eyes.” A tree-hand sketch Uke that le easy, Dut memory fills the outlines with the subtle beauty of soul, the sunny view of Ife, the deep and tender sympathy, all making up a face of infinite charm which puszied artists but revealed itself to a “ttle child, causing ft to hold out tte arms to be taken and present its lps to be kissed, Pi After my Soldier's return, bowed by the bitter sense of loss, the Heartbreak Protector now in the hour of need!” DRESS SUIT? 1m Gon’ MASKED BALL TORIGHT DISGUISED AS A MAN! the stage at all except a portion at one aide, Afterward I found out that I was not the only one in this fix, But complaint was of no evall, as all the other seate had been eold. What do Teaders think of this? JOHN 6. National Guard ve. West Point. ‘To the Rultor of The Evening World: In @ recent editorial you say: “The rank and file of the National Guard are | hones, hard working, alert, obedient young men who pen‘orm diligently what ts of them and hold themselves Ro call, Why can't their officers Y Daughter, where shalt thow ing MYSTERY?" M Cousright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New Yorw vening World). ‘ seek the secret of Woman's “Fascinat- ' Verily, verily, I say wnto thee, it @ ALL in a mein'e mind. Yee, only in hie IMAGINATION shall ye find tt. For he himself grew this thing—and “we can prove it.” Behold, how a man judgeth @ woman by hie OWN decette and seeketh for the “HIDDEN meaning” in all she doeth, letting the perfectly obvious escape him. Lo, @ man in love treateth a damsel as a marble image and worshippeth her from afar, calling her “MISS Maud.” But a phtlanderer catleth her “Little Onc" and sitteth more near. i He te always 80 tender. | A man in love doeth foolish things. He stunbleth over thy rugs an@ | droppeth thy tea cups. He calleth thee over the telephone at unscemly mb ments before thou hast arisen. WHAT to say nor there to place his | |1y'&s love songs from a pianola, der with the cooing ways of a dove h “Go to! She is a good PAL, But matrimony by these simple means. he thinketh dark thoughts, saying: “Aha! She is DEEP!” “Nay! Bhe 4s ‘joshing’ me!” glance he thinketh in hie heart: For he shall say: “If this were TRUE, then would He ta distrait in thy presence, twiddling his thunes and knowing not feet. He proposeth with the grace of an infant hippopotamus. i But the ways of a philanderer are all easy and his words floic as smooth- | Therefore when a woman can be kissed OPENLY; when she fiirteth audaciously ; when she calleth a man by Ais nickname and patteth hit show je saith of her: there is no HARM in her.” Yet, I say unto thee, many a bachelor hath been led blindfoided into But of her that letteth him touch but the tips of her fingers in private But if she sitteth silent in his presence and giveth hind but one scvret “Behold, I am irresistible in her sight.” She that protesteth honestly: “Lo, I shall be an old maid, for NO man hath asked me to marry him!” shall excite his mirth and incredulity. she not confess it.” But she that declareth, “Men are as nothing to me, for I glory in the Single*Life and yearn to be a BACHELOR GIRL” shall cause them to wink 'privily among themselves, She that openeth her vanity c But she that hideth the iniquities him. For he shalt say unto himself: “I cannot UNDERSTAND her!" Selah? THE } SLEUTH. je in full sight and powdereth her nose in public shall be thought “naive” and “piquant.” Men shall exclaim, “She is 80 frank and natural!” of her toilet and denicth tho source of her beauty shall cause them to lift their eyebrows. She that kleseth but ONE man in all her life shall. never CONVINCE “Lo, this ig her HABIT. 80 ‘doeth she with all ron.” But she that REFUSETH to kise but one man shail be held in high: esteem, and none can make him believe evil of her. For naught can persuade a man that WOMAN ts not cut upon the das @nd should not be read backward Uke unto a Chinese laundry ticket. So shall she remain a “fascinating mystery” unto him all the days of his life, and he shall continue to cry proudly: Conquests of Constance By Alma Woodward ; H Conyright, 1918, by The Press Pubtishing Co. (The New York Evening World), RAIN yer limpid lamps on me!" Connie commanded, even be- fore she gave me greeting. “What on earth have you done to your hairy 1 AB it im- she re . “Just lke huh? some work, take it from me. I gotta eat my breakfast off ov the bureau while I'm Copyright, 1913, t {eae eet, doin’ tt or I wouldn't have time fn the morning.” . “I think it's hideous," I announced with conviction. “Oh. uv course YOU do, “Yuh don't know what gant. Yuh ain't got an full pleated skirt an’ a clean white ehirtwaist, This is the cheese right now—stralght from Paree it 4s, an’ all the riskiest actorines on the boulevards {8 sportin’ 1t—Only they get theirs done by maids, an' I gotta Mok all my own stickin’ plaster, myself, ‘Well, yuh see, nothin’ must stick out. There mustn't be no fluff to yer head at all. So first. you gotta douse # good with somethin’ sticky. “An’ after yuh get the stuff on, yuh brush lke Gam Hil until yuh feel the hair making friends with yer brain. Then yuh do {t up flat and pull scallops out uv it— two on yer forehead an’ one ‘on each elde of your Identification ticket. See? a | to get no feed at hd | ‘Were's where the plaster comes in. Yuh take some black an’ yuh fasten one aide uv ft to the under side uv the scal- lop, then yuh press Ike the dickens an’ the heat uv yuh makes it stick to yer skin. T got four pleces on now, but yul can't sed ‘om, can yuh? The only thing is: I gotta be careful not to allow my merriment to spread to the outside. “The head bartender come in ‘here about ten minutes ago and told me a new joke an’ before I thought I let my eirHeh laughter disturb my face, an’ first thing yuh know them scallops broke loose from the moorin's an’ I had to. send Claud to the corner drugstore to get some more stickum!" “‘You're @ goose,’ I scolded, ‘You look Hke an idiot and you ought to feel worre.’"" “Not on your Ife. It's a fine thing. Just an easy way to follow the heauty advice about. not lettin’ yer emotions "| pleat yer face fer yuh!" “Oh, go on and talk about something lelve. I haven't any patience with you, Who's going to be the piece de resist- ance to-day?” “You sound Mke a French table Ahote," she whot back, “but I glean that yuh mean ‘Tell about the next quince'— #0 here goes. He wut a gumshoe gink— @ sleuch! An’ thin like a etring bean! So thin that {f he carried any cush it had to be all in one dill—an’ folded length- wise, at that. It made it good fer him in his business. He could hide behind most enything—even @ candlestick, an’ watch the fair dame read her clandes- tiny communications, An’ then out he'd Pop an’ strangle her, with her peagis, ‘unt#l she let ‘em Grop an’ then he'd trot ‘em over to friend husband, an’ get Baldy's blood money. Dope Mke thet. Bee? “Well, I used to think it wus @ grand perfeasion. @o creepy en’ tmporteat. An’ the graft they get @ BOME pocket nolse, let me tell yuh. wes emooth unt! one night I wus walkie’ through Forty-third etreet, gotty hone fram work, when @ tubby thing growtn’ ‘Diack spinach from his under Up comes floatin’ up an’ eays: “Good evening, Httle one.” just, Uke that. “So I up with my handkerchief (it had a Dunch uv keys tied to one corner uv {t) an’ I landed one clean swipe across his face, It knocked off the spinach an’ Part uv Me Greaian nose, an’ I seen tt wus the aleuch in disguise, He thouglit I didn’t aay much right then. Put after & few hours’ thought I decided to can tim. “Why, just tmegine after we wuz mar- sted an’ he wuz workin’ on different cases how it'd be. He'd have to dis- Guise himself different every few days, Jan’ what'd my reputation be bein’ seen with a Svensk one day an’ a bluoinimg Englishman the next? Gee, a be Gerce, An’ any wey I'd feel like @ Mars | She that ig FRANKLY rejqiced to see him and covereth him with wet | | comes and flatteries shall not be believed, and he shall sigh, saying: it wuz @ grand joke that I fell fer tt. ’