The evening world. Newspaper, January 16, 1913, Page 20

| i The Ev eni at the pOrtice a ay, ‘ork cond-Clase Matter, tes te ening | For Engla: and the Continent and ‘World far the United States All Countries in the International Postal Union, cecccces 69,80] One Tear... eseoseess «80! One Month.. PILING IT ON THE PROVIDENT. N DEVELOPING the epirit and science of Prevention, sccord- ing to President-Emeritus Eliot of Harvard University, lies tho great hope for the health, heppiness, peace, prosperity and eelf-respect of the race. In the news of yoste. Iay we readt , The New York Association for Improving the Condition ef the Poor aske the State of New York to afd 14,000 mere beds ¢o the 4,100 elready maintained for the care of dependent feeble mindod and epileptic. The State Board of Charities has sent to Gov. Sulser's long fist of recommendations for legislation to lessen the euffering resulting from poverty end disease, including also industrial insurance, pension systems for employees and compensation for accidents, relief of widows with children, and the establishment of State district hospitals for tuberculosis patients. The New York Stete Agricultural Society, at its annual meeting et Albany, recommended co-operative distribution of farm produce, s ayetem of loans to finance farmers, a $5,000,000 wholesale and retail co-operative company of producers and consumers, a State food com- milesion and en appropriation of $20,000,000 to organize’ co-operative societies. Some prevention—end @ desl of costly cure. Most of ft made necessary merely because some men will not respect their bodies or save their money or deal fairly by themeelves and others. Upon those who do these things are piled the burdens of those who don’t. The cure bills and the prevention bills will go to the same address, There is eomething to add to Dr. Eliot’s prevention recipe, somo- thing that concerns not the State but the individual, and that is— providence. To prevent and to cure will be a task for the State under the best of conditions. But to provide, in the broader senso of living a healthy life of foresight, thrift and honesty, fe sternly and seriously up te eve.y man, woman and child, and no promise of balm or indulgence should encourage’ them to forget ft. The more ft is enforced and tmpressel upon them, the lighter will grow the load for everybody. % ood “Quift-ciiged” cccuritics © the way they speft ft now in Wall street, ee EVEN INDEPENDENCE HAS NERVES. HILADELPHIA hes paseed an ordinance forbidding promiecu- qus gatherings in Independence Square, fronting the famous Independence Hail. Disorderly meetings of suffragists and industrial Workere of the World during the recent national campaign led to the action. *Let nobody dare to oritictee or poke fun at the scdate old city for what looks at first glance like a queer paradox. Philadelphia ought to be eomething of an authority on independence, hereahouts, having, so to speak, veen its grandmother and rocked its cradle. If, after all these years, Philadelphia secs fit to rule mischief and loud talk | out of her quiet and respectable front door yard why shouldn’t she? The truth is that Indepéndence, like some other old folks, suffers a good deal nowadays from the noise and irreverence of somo of her Progeny. — “Buffalo has abolished brass finger bowls,” says a news des- patch. We always supposed the Bisons dipped their digits in the take. a SAVE TIME: DEBATE IN PRINT. PARLIAMENTARY story from Bruesels we owe to our A friend the Times: A member in the Belgian Chamber was in the midet of an eloquent plea for a reorganization of the service when a government minister said suddenly: “That is the same speech you made last year.” “Exactly,” said the Deputy, sim- ply. “I have made it annually word for word for thirteen years. No- bea noticed it before.” ~ ‘4 The nations will emile, am yet the story touches a fofble common to most of their august legislative bodies. Does the member who rises on the floor of a modern representative assembly reatly speak to his fellow members? Do they really listen? The speech is for the country. Before he begins every word has been in type for hours or even days, ready for the presses and readers of a thousand cities, That is the audience to which he actually appeals, How many members of Congress would not be quite content to run an eye over the printed remarks of a fellow member to gather in five minutes the gist of what it might take him an hour to say? How often in any case would it influence their views? A shrewd Rritish statesman of the last generation was wont to declare that not in fifty years had any speech changed a single vote in the House of » Commons. As legislative debate becomes more and more an empty and time consuming show, why not leave it all to the printing press, and have a speechless Legislature? + Our perfect Mayor urges the merit of politeness toward him- self as a factor tm getting things. We are always most polite to him and we get “ours” nearly every day, | Letters From the People | Startled” ¢ Deon told by de that the fol- ‘To the Rditor of The Evening Wort lowing precautions will make It ¢ Ag the anewer to the following prob-| To 1a Jom has startled me, I would li the firet the patience of reagers in solving It. | piying 1 There being 10 nails in each horseshoe. | hot wat, using . To put a| would the shoeing of @ horse all) few drops of olive oll in the lather, To | around cost at one cent for the first! iouxien sho face by rubbing cold cream mail, two cents for the second, four for) 6 3: at night, 1 have tried all these. | the third, &e.? a ® B Jaut they make shaving Uttle lens pain- Bull's Head, 8. 1. ful. ‘The Woes of Shavin on all Fe the Rather of The Lveu' yg World: To put the razor in| tough»bdearded, tender-skinned | men by telling some way to make shav- | ooccces 69.78 sesccceen §5 ng World Daily Magazine. T — ae hursday HAVE Your, LITE LY bated We RROPERLY REMOVE Your HAT ano WALIs QUIETLY AND GRACEFULLY rn) To THE SANCTU . ables for Ever The Seeker of Mystery. , NCE upon a time there was a! QC downe’ woman. "the wee an Ime) Dresslonable young woman, An im presetonable young woman is apt to be one who takes life very SERIOUSLY. She is absorbed in everything that comes her way, accepts things as that many gospel groundless, bullds on them a firm basis Ing. Ghe has DRMAMS and takes them as truths. In the early years this young woman hunted the foflune tell sought the goers of destiny until tical realm was her especial precinct, In the common course of events, the youpg woman became a wife. And now she more time for continuing her flights of fancy. She hobnobbed with her women neighbors; and every new fad, religious, academic, scientific or otherwise, found her one of its devoted devotees, In truth, she was HAUNTED with them, and she nt many sleepless nights in thinking over the supersti- tious lore tha being propounded in her willing ears; and everybody still longing to be humbugged, Every new cult found her one of the charter mom- rs, for think- . Copyright, 1913, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The Now York Evening Wortd), SETA CLOSE SHAVE AND HAVE YouR HAIR CURLED yday Folks @ One day it was an idea of colors by which she might direct her everyday existence. Another thme it was « series of numbers which if pureued would bring her heath, fame and fortune. Heg mind became one mass of mysti+ clam, And every ttle mystic had a meaning all its own. She forgot the R®AL things that were ever around her and was lost in the maze of mystery. She would not listen to the advice of the earth:bound spirits who know that the supernatural {# only the natural UNEXPLAINED. Now, this woman, as 13 usually the case, not satisfied with being herself a wanderer among these wonders of the unknown and intangible things, was eager in converting her bet- ter-half to her beliefs, sometimes to the devil. Alas, why ts it that the 6 The difference between a girl's Copyright, 1018, by Whe Press Putilshing Oo, (The New York Evening World), <4 OVE" is what sends a man to the tailor, the haberdasher, the | Norist, the confectioner, the jeweller, the money lender—and | often the last to marry, and thin nearly always pluck either a@ broken stick jfrom the tide of life or @ brand from the burning? merely the difference between a bi-weekly privilege and a daily duty. “He brage that he can ‘take a Can some reader confer « blessing | drink or leave it alone.’ “The only tim | eee him, he’ Wife trying to sind out why. STAY pn a sticky day, \tast cigarette with her, 4 woman finds out why she admires a man an& then falls in love with him, A man falls in love with a woman an@ then spends the. restyg} his From the cradle to the grave men are always if the kindergarten clase as far ga their knowledge of women is concerned, ¢ Poets may sing of the dlush that “cone's and goes, nwomen are looking for nowadays is the bind of dlush that will come and Duty, charity or chivalry might make a man share his last crust with a woman, But it would require absolute devotion to make him share his oes The auccess or failure of a flirtation, aa of any other work of art, too |deponds so much on the skill with which the “finishing” todohea“are put ' Be By Maurice Ketten MANICURE Your NAILS AND Powoer Your NOSE PROPER Way To CcuMe STARS OR CITY HALL BUMP Your HEAD “THREE TIMES ON THE FLooR 1918, PO ©] ‘This man, however, wag a terra firma) To make a long fable short, thé med- individual, who saw the trend of the! ical man was the friend in need and he current which after a while bade fair| prescribed three words, ‘Cut it ‘out!” to become overwhelming; and he was/ He said something about “nervy and trying to save her from it. He endeav- | “prostration” and ‘wholesome nd ored to Klve her the philosophy of old/ the “tomfoolery of fancies." And as a Omar, who said: last resort she was confrdnted with the “Myself when young did eagerly fre-| ultimatum of either life or mystics. quent—Doctor and Saint, and heard| She went through a slege of suffering great argument—About {t and about:| and at last had to REALIZE with old but evermore—Came out by the same! Omar: door where in I went." “I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Yet, the woman would not heed, and| Some letter of that After-life to spell: continued in her whichever-the-wind-| And by and by my Soul return'd to me, plows way. Then something happened. | And answer'd I Myself am Heav'n and Very much lke her sister of the shoe—| Hell!’ this young woman lived in a stew; she| But she wished she had saved ‘her suf- had so many fancies she didn't know | fering by recognizing the Here and Now. what to do, MORAL: THE SAILOR ON THE SEA OF MYSTERY IS ONLY SAFE WHEN ME CAN ANCHOR TO THE TRUE AT THE FIRST CALL OF THE FOG- HORN, By Sophie Irene Loeb —_—_— The Man on the Road By H. 7. Battin, THE HARD LUOK FACE. 66(@QOMETIMES @ man’s face is his S Misfortune,” said the needle drummer, friend of mine ‘had the cut of a regular actor and it in- terfered with his work. He got a job selling bonds, “His clients would not listen to his ‘Tguments, They would be #0 engrossed |in hie personality. After he lost out in the bond line he went in for perfumes. He women were captivated by his manner and appearance, tut they did not bify his perfumes, After nearly t popular and fascinating women are 80! starving in the perfumery lime he went fn for ‘Gres goods, Nothing doing. Every one gave him the laugh and sald; “*You ought to be an actor, Broadface.’ ‘He tried negriy everything—bookn, Insurance, hardware, talking machines, typeweiters, samplecards, postalcards, knit goods, dry goods, wet goods, One day he was going along Tenth avenue looking for a Job as truckdriver when @ strange man grabbed him by the shoulder and commanded him to ‘stand still.’ He heard the ‘click’ of a camera, shutter and before he could dodge they had him ‘took,’ His new found quaintance handed him # 'V' and gave him, a card, “Come over any day. There is a ten spot in It for you,’ he told him, ‘In this way he got into the ‘movie’ ‘Dusiness, and now he has money in the bank, Still, way down deep In his heart he wishes that he was something else.” “On, I don't know, Being an actor {an't such hard work,” commete® the voile salesman “No, but this man has no sort of | memory end before the ‘movies’ camo into vogue an actor without a memory was like @ tree without roots.” kisace before and after.marriage is ° dwt What most Moving « heavy and beard Z| ing leas painful. Please done write in| OUe” Making good the first haif of ov—in other worda, on the grace and eclat with which you get out Of it, \ ma Leas ihe ahd salewae every day. Giving a tender|joke nor advertise some Croprietary | the boast to have any chante to mor egg theatre will palntul, J semedy. ACTEM. | prove the second,” An aocompliabed Birt 4s onc tahe be. devotes to “arttor heart's sake.” pe renee tipster stenet » °; - 0 Nam . January. oe 16.1915 —«y ‘Chats With Great Men ‘of the CivilWa By Mrs. Gen. Pickett 4.—JOHN HAY. T the Centennial Exposition 1 was taking mp, sister# and my to eee the great picture “The BStege of 1s." We stopped below to jook at another picture, “The Shooting of the Archbishop,” which was tn charge of & “ D @@@5 Frenchman and a German. To impress upon the ei ae or ihe pune ovople the evenes of the picture T repeated @ Uittle pos which I had read, beginnini “A aquad of regular infantry In the Commune’s closing days, Had captured a dand of rebels By the walle of Pere 1a Ohaise, There were desperate men, wild women, \ And dark-eyed Amason girls, ‘ 4nd one Uttle doy WIth peach-down cheek And ‘yellow clustering curls.” ‘When had finished the Frenchman was so pleased with the poem that he asked me where he could get it. Not remembering the author, I wrote it ¢or him, which so excited his @ratitude that he insisted wpon offering me the hospitaltty of the place, giving me @ catd of admittance which read: “The lady who present thie ang ail the peoples she bring, admit.” T thanked him without any thought of accepting his generosity, But ecveral days afterward I eousht shelter there from a terrible storm and heard the man repeating the ines in the gutjural voice and ‘burry accent of his race: “Und von leetle boy mit peach-down sheek Und yellow glustering gurls.” At & dinner in Washington at the home of Senator Pendleton of Ohio, I was fequested to relate this little episode, and repeat the poem, As I recited the last Une a gentleman diagonally opposite, a well known diplomat, distinguished for courtesy and a atickler for all the little conventionalities of social life, surprised me by taking the centre cose from @ bouquet, kissing it and bowing, and throwing {t across the table to:me After the dinner he came up and ea!d: “And you are George Pickett's wife?” “Yes,” “Gen, George E. Pickett’s wife?” “Yes, alr.” “I knew Gen. Pickett in Springfield when I was a boy about so high.” “Why,” I said in surprise, “you seem so young; almost young enough to be my eon.” f ‘And yet I was Mr. Lincoln's private Secretary during the wa: der so well ‘many conversations with him about your husband, especially after the battle of Gettysburg. And sometime I would like to tell you of them, Mr. Lincoln was prouder, I think, of the last charge of Gettysburg because It was led by the cadet who was appointed through his effort, than of anything done by the Union soldiers.” m “Yes, my husband was studying law in Illinois and was disappointed when his cousins and other kinsiner received cadetships at West Foint and he gid not, feeling that he would hi ¢ to yield to his uncle's wisnes and be @ lawye’ in epite of himself. While he was diligently trying to ‘become reconciled to his apparent fate, Mr. Lincoln learned of his martial ambition and procured an appointment for him through Representative John G, Stuart of the Third Illinois District.” “Mr, Lincoln was eurprised to fearn that Gen, Pickett had resigned his com- mission in the United States Army,” sald Mr. Hay, “as he could have remained at his post in the territory which the had saved to his country, and would got have ‘been forced to fight against his people.” I gave Mr. Hay the reason for my Soldier's action and described bis perfious Journey home, in which Mr. Hay was deeply interested.“ “Mr, Lincoln thought that George Pickett would remain under thé old flag, loving it #0 as a boy and ‘being such a atickler for the Union, his uncle being 4 Union man, as was also hig almost godfather and devoted friend, Mr, Browning. ‘Do you know, by the way, that dear Mra, Browning has become an inmate of the home which she founded and endowed when she was wealthy?” “{ wonder that Tilincis and her friends would have permitted such a thing,” aid I. “Tt could not be helped,” replied Mr. Hay. * would not accept pri- vate gifts, but felt that in the instl- | tution founded by her she was merely | collecting interest on her money.” | Speaking of the poem T dad recited he aid: “The German version of {t sound- ed #o beautiful T almost wivhed I had written it in*thit way, but your recl- | tation of the original lines gave them such an added beauty that I am satisfied with them” “You wrote it?" I asked, “Yes,” he replied, “Now, there are two surprises—I have one in learning that you are Mrs, Pickett, and you have one in finding that I am the author of the lines, By reciting my version you have double-knotted the tle of friendship I had with the General, and with you as his wife.” | ‘Tho great Secretary remained my friend, and when “Pickctt and (li!s MenY | was published, he wrote to me these words: “I have read your wonderful amd beautiful atory. I notice that the first | chanter of the book begins with the name of my friend, Abraham Lincolm, and that the last chapter of the book also begins with ‘Abraham fAncoin.’ I thank you. . Until I read his letter I had not noticed this coincidence, Domestic Dialogues -— By Alma Woodward ——- Copyright, 1013, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World), Mr. B, (openmouthed)—What the—> RS, B. (cheerily)—Hello, Frea! | 3 B. (sweetly)—A little surprise, Mr. 2, (sadly)—Good-even- | 4" ing! ‘To be sure, I hud to buy the ing, my dear. How have you |POKer spectally and I've had it on the Neha tecday Gas range three hours to heat {t to that ‘Mra, B. (atill very ight. | intensity, but T will be rewarded when hearted)—-Oh, I've been all right, o hear i sane as it MULIO THM Mr. B. (entering (ne room)—I'm all int | CIDER! If the r wae u real, ive George, | Mr. B. (rebelliously)—tut I don't fet I'm ft. I’m supposed to be credit man |Mke drinking cider. I— of that firm and, by gosh! pretty soon| Mra. B. (wistfully)—Won't you-can’t they'll be coming to m@ with porters’ | you-so Dack for a moment to those Jobs, Here's Fletcher going on the road | dear old days up jn Norwich? to-morrow morning and I have to be| Mr. B. (interrupting impatiently)-Oh, the goat to get his color card ready,| at's all right. Pour me @ siass. site tans ehhh a tae fan, Semen . B. (gently) —It wae just a night | "at fs (plankty) What's thie? like this that you used to go down Int the cellar of your dear little homestead | Me™ B. (with suspicious enthusisem)-» up In Norwich, Connecticut, and take a| Why Gerling, that'e « LEFT-OVER, redhot poker and mull @ pitcher of fine |CU” Of eome DIEP-DISH APPLE PI |, with the FRUIT JUBCHS OOZING OUT, clder, wasn't it? Mr. B. (brightening conaiderably)— Mr, B, (sharply)—It never tooked 111 | | The Good Old Food! ; that! Yes! Oh, what's the use of remember ing? Mra, B. (calmly)—No, ef course net. Mra, B, (leading him on gently)—And | Your eyes are twenty yearg older. ‘ then you'd go upstairs to the kitchen and find some delicious aold chicken your mother,had left in the tcebox for | you, wouldn't you? | Mr. B. (smacking his tps Idudty)— | Gosh! Mrs. B. (persistently>-And with that delicous cold chicRen there'd be a left- | over cut of deep-dish apple ple with a |dash of nutmeg in it. A real New Eng- land ple, with frult Juices oozing out? Mr. B, (ecatatically)-Do you know there 1s no food in the world that bi ever tasted as good? Why can't w have simple stuff like that? wholesome stulfMnstea Mr. B, (angrfly)—It never tasted ithe ~ that! Mrs. B. (coolly)—Ne, Your tongue hag had’ the deadening effect of twenty yeare’ eating, and now eay that the cider never used to slszle in just thet key, and we'll have Red Riding Hood and the grandmother-up-to-date. Your ears have been worn by twenty years of the olty’s nolse! My dear, I don't, want to be mean,}} every time your stomach's out of offer or your liver Diinks, or @omething goes wrong down at the oMfce, you,come home and tell ; about that mulled cider, ac, wanted to prove that things DO lose T just’ \. French messes we thelr flavor tn ‘twenty yeari 4 vi . | (Mrs, B. does not answer, ‘7 ounces dinner Mrs and Mis, Mr. B. (penitently)—Oh, well, lete gp iy jfetien he" aah ian on "Ra 4 | Somewhere and get @ broiled lobster and | Mr. B. (oncthe spot)-<Wiat in thunder is this? CoMf meat for dinner on a coid night Ike thin? Mrs. B—-DELICIOU@ COLD CHICK: | EN, dear! Della, bring that: pitcher in. | {Dale aren, with « plcber of eld clr and some chiffonade, Mra, B. (running for her bat) with you, kid! rs ? Mr. B. (calling after her)—Nessalrogy and a pint of fizz to finish of Mrs. B. (triumpnantly fromthe @—y,