The evening world. Newspaper, January 18, 1913, Page 10

t { i She : ESTABLISHDD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Daily Bacept Wapsey. by the Frese Publishing Company, Nos. 63 to. 6 were ceaaae Pre 63 J. ANGUS + Treai JOMBPH FULITAER, Jr, Necratary, Entered at the Post-Office at New York cond. , Subscription inate 0 tine iivening For Englan ath Bein ie th « World for the United Sta All Countries in the Inte ind Canad Postal Union, One Month. SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT. Y¥ PARDONING Foulke E. Brandt, which was the first wnatter The World recommended to the attention of Gov. Sulzer after his inauguration, the Governor has won the approval of all who respect the courts and the judicial system of this State. That Brandt, the valet, proved himself a weak and contempt- ible rascal has never been the point. Whatever he was, this man was railroaded to prison under a sentence of preposterous severity through private interference with judicial procedure. Lawyers and influence deliberately and successfully tampered with law and justice. That is a record which should never be allowed stand in the ju- dicial annals of New York State. The Governor has done well to lay his hand upon the page. A SLUMP. SEAT on the New York Stock Exchange sold this weck for A only $51,000, $2,500 under the latest preceding sale. This is the lowest yet, not even excepting the panic prices of 1907. Ninety-six thousand dollars has been given for one of these choice chairs. Yet in the last three months some ten of them have been sold at a drop of $15,000 or so from the usual price and $15,000 under the higheat quotation. If this can happen when the country is exceptionally prosperous and confident it looks as if some of the “inquiry” that Mr. Perkins and his friends pooh-pooh as vain and fruitless might be getting in its work affer all. The plain truth is that the country is tired of gambling and harlequin finance that masquerade in the sober garb of straight busi- ness, It sees leas and lees in handing over its saving to the big money jugglers who egy like Mr. Schiff: “Let us dominate as far as ever the laws of naturg will allow.” The public attitude toward the feverish psevdo-business that goas on in the pit is slowly but surely changing. Inquiry into the mysteries has not becn vain. ‘There could be no better proof than the dragging prices of Stock Exchange memberships. Real business is nerving itself to cast off its false and flashy parasite. Gambling shares are going down. Seats at the roulette table are not as valuable as of yore. hese gentlemen will presently have to carn money, instead of just “making” it. ——— The French Zoological Soclety boasting s funcheon of poached eggs that fad been kept six and one-half months must make our cold storage experts hereabouts smile with disdain, _——— DOGREAT VOICES EVER GO UNHEARD? avenue the other day when a ragged, penniless Russian boy sang his way from the Plaza down the avenue into the St. Regis Hotel—and into the hearts of blase society folk who filled his pockets with money and are going to make him famous. The young man said +he had studied.at the Imperial Conservatory in St. Petersburg. He came to this country to seek an opera engagement, bat, having neither friends nor influence, nobody would listen to him or give him a «fiance to sing. So at last he just sang anyway—in the street. One of those who heard him declares that “the hungry, ragged ij | i TT . WAS a fine strain of romance that Yose from Fifth boy has a voice the like of which has never been heard in this coun- try” Without insisting that his torn velvet coat @@i his story may have added to the glamour of his singing, let us hope that he has that voice. It is pleasant to feel that such nice, romantic things can happen right here in New York, so let’s leave this one its full bloom. What would be interesting to find out.in any case is this: To what extent can a really fine and well-trained voice go begging in this great music-loving city merely for want of a hearing? How fer are introductions and powerful friends indispensable to a young, ambitious singer? The directors of our wonderful opera, for ex- ample: What would they consider firet in an applicant of whom they knew nothing—the voice in his throat or the letters, influence and other evidence in his pocket? ot Alter due reflection, the waiters wil just wait. Letters From the People To the Editor of The Evening World: Has anybody ever thought to cam- pare the moving platform used in the Boston subway with our own New York/ two and flung it on a table. J hope it eubway platforms? In Soston the} will reach its destination. It probably platform moves out to touch the train.| will, But the incident seems worth Here there are often gaps between plat-| relating. Is it, readers? Eight min- form and train that e man could fall| utes was the time consumed in all, through. I wonder more people are not ’. hurt. BOSTON, Soores ‘Wresent Day Musi ‘AP. ©. Substation Grievamee. 1 To the Hditor of The Ereving World: To the Kditor of The Rrening World: I can't help wondering how people This morning 1 entered substation N | could possibly care for the creations of of the New York Post-Ofice to register | some of the modern classic composens ‘a letter, There was no one ahead of | 11k Debussy und Richard Strauss when e old ballads, T may stamp window with no special delay) be an old fogy, and I probably am, but ing ost only occupant of the registry compart-/ Chord” than a whole opera company ment was e youth who was busy at the/ struggling with some modern classic me. I got my registry stamp at the! they can hear an@ was directed to the registry win-|1 would rather hear a good sing: dow for the rest of the operation. The| Kathleen Mavourneen” or the back of the room shoving parcels, &.,| composer's latest effort. What through a rear window to people be-| matter with present day music yond, I watted and waited. Then, see-| we to hear no more straightforward ing a window labelled “Inquiry,” 1] expressions of sentiment @imply set started to ask its guardian if the reg- forth, or must we a to have the tions of lyric writs who are ashamed to make the it? other long wait while the youth shoved) Who hae touched the heart like Talfe, packages and the stamp window man| Sullivan and Thomas? More power to high’ utin, crasy crei istry department was on the job. But before I could speak he vanished. AN-|uinger declare an honest senti conversed with two genial gentlemen | the old fashioned ballad! DAVID D. stamp | MeClell: toward ‘But perhi the youth’a| ow long @ term is Mayor Gaynor canon * not.Pest! Past! or maybe he| Seving? Also how long was McCiel- didn't hear, for be didn't respond, At) #2, Mayor? MRB. M. B. 1 the stamp window man if owas ing 1904 to 19 inclusi: Aide is the hero of this true with the close of 1913, « ‘ ’ The Evening Siorid. Can You Beat It? @ 22: @ By Maurice Ketten (The New York Kvening World), Vad Chats With Great Men cf tlhe Civil War By Mrs. Gen. Pickett Conriight, 1913, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Krening World), 5.—ALEXANDER H. STEPHENS. OMING up to greet us at our wedding recention was @ man of whom Abraham Lincoln had written fit. | teen years before: yen to tell you that Mr. Steph ced, consumptive beat speech of an hour jthered, dry eyes are & lbtle, elim, pale-fa iat concluded the ver: er heard. My old, ‘of |oMcers, ‘Gentlemen, T am &r | should not only hi ‘The time had come which had been foretold by Mr. | fear that those who control pursuit after the unenviable nents of their own con- ling in the halls of Mon- of gloating over the ruins of the ancient cities may be compelled to turn and behold nd a wider prospect of desolation, And instead of ‘reve! the! carnage and Ddlood. He was now the VicesPresident of the Confederacy, After congratulationa he turned to the General with the query: y6u heard from Old Abe since the war began?” “Yes, I have heard twice.” “What did he say?” ext meusage Ww back to my Bible and | of Misalssipp! came forward to greet us, Just then seing Mr, Stephe . and paralytic a® to body, but britiant as to mind, being carried into the hail, jhe ent through Mr, Browning, He sald T was to go ad the ‘Prodigal Son’ and he woul have the fatted calf ready when I was ready to come back, Years afterward, when my worldly goods had all vanished by the failure and defalcation of those in whose charge they had been placed, and I was in a department office in Washington, learned of my position he sa: “Mad-d-dam"—he always pi ver of d'e—"T am very sorry to hear this; very sorry, ‘back to Virginia and ralee bees and inake honey, would approve of your coming to Whshington to work.'* “Nor would he approve of my belng stuck up with honey end stung by bees, either, Mr, Stephens,” I replied. “It is eater by far and less painful to be stung by bees than hornets, and 1! you are not careful you may be stung by ‘horn I told him that I ghould treat the hornets o that they would not ating me, and did not expect to be in office after my son had finished ‘his course tn the Military Institute, “What will you do then? he asked, “My eon will take care of me while I write a book about my husband's do his part and |. Pickett, and of making Mr. Stephens was in Congress. ! brite nounced the word with an exaggerated num- You would better go | setting ese basket and I am takin T don't beileve Gen, Pickett | wedditig reception in Richmond and knew | who became a rabld socessionist. ‘hanging of the boy's name, And I \fearn that to this day he calls his boy "Go and read Job, “Write a ook! Oh, my God!” he cried in dismay, 1 Some Southern friends coming up, the conversationgurned upon Mr. Davis and his Cabin | “Tt seems @ pity,” sald one, “that Mr, Davis was not allowed to follow the dent of his inclination and command the army and let Mr, Toombs be President.” “Toombs President? Well, we should have had a devil of a time, wouldn't have lasted more than about three days, no prisoners, given no quarter, ked for pardon and was never forgiven.” ways make me think of Mr. Toombs,” [ sald. Sf one had come froin ead of both coming | band, Mad-d-dam, Ah, Mwd-d-dam, the He would have bad |aoul, I have heard that President Lin- Toombs, you know, was never reconstructed, never “1 don't know why, but yo “Toomba? Toombe—why, he and I w Hades and the other from Greenland’ from the good old Btate of Georgia, of which we are very proud. on every other question on earth, from secession up, were diametrically op- posed, even as to hie opinion of my humble self. For pe saw in me great World Daily Magazine, Saturday, January 18 WAARANARAR RA we ne “Do you remember, Mad-d-dam, the wonder that swelled your young heart to bursting when as a little child you were first told In aweseme tone by one | with bulging eyes, ‘Suppose the sky should fall?” Then when you could not | bear the agony of such a@ calamitous supposition another second the tragic voice punctured the taut, overstrained bax of suggestion with the answer, ‘It would catch files.’ That's alt, Mad-d-dam.” o @"T heard, Mr, Stephens,” I said, “that when Gen, Upton sent an armed forco | 444 have you arrested aftg the surrender of the Confederacy you said to th eatly ‘perturbed that your commanding General put his Government to this unnecessary expense, but jected you to so disagreeable a duty, for I assure you really that If I had had the faintest {atimation or conveption that my presence was done myself the honor to co by quickest route to Atlanta ‘to pay my respects, .But perhaps your commanding officer, Gen. Upton, is not should shave familiar with the amenities”— federate soldier, the silver-tongued orator of the South, Col, Charles 1 id in his courtly Johnwonian manner: ‘ome, statesmen?” Mr, Stephens a “Thank you, ( nowledged the introduction and smilingly replied: defora she was married, was at her Mr, Corbell, her father, before her, He I was, a great Union man, and me that the only serious quarrel he ever had with his wife was about secession, In connection with the name of his youngest son, called for an uncle, “The dispute resulted in the by one name and his wife calls him by rv. Your son,” he said, turning to ooks Tike both you and your hus- General was as mild and gentle of man- her ax he was fearless and earnest of coln wasWery proud of having been in- strumgntal in the General's going to West Point.” | « "You know, Mr. Stephens, when you '¢ we were on the Peace Commission and went (Y-ALEXANDER FI. STEPHENS) to hold a conference with Mr, Lincoln at our Presidential timber, and on Feb, 4, 131, in Montgomery, Ala., did me the honor Of suggesting me as President of our Confederate States.” nder what would ‘hav had taken first place and Mr, Davis second?” Some Logical Millinery, EOPLE say thete i» no reason, no logic, in Baster millivery, What « falseload"* nm the result, Mr, Stephens, of the Good Stories of the What's a wideawake hat, pat’ wat father logically aud reasonably replied: hat, my son, is, Of course, one ‘—(Muiago Hecort, da st Needed on the Team. iehed him out of Whe house, | SMALL girl whose edi my snetions) Gaynor, 1010- 1918, MeClellan served two terms (from one of two! years and one of four years. Gaynor’ tast (inued (the occasion was an after-theatre sup: | that Gay, end he kindly assured me it term began Jan. 1, 1#10, and will end Whether Kaster or otherwise, are full logic, full of reason, & little boy sald to bis “Yes, a little joker.” replied Mr, Stephens, | "You here againt’ | * quawered the imperturbaile yoatl; “1 cw 0 see Mf you couldn't be induced to join ‘our football aes ;Only Abraham She Kne' history far surpawed ber Bibles! tal amare, | ledge went to Sundey echool for the timt| nephew, Mr, Lot,’ “No, Mad-d-dam,” Mr, Stephens interrupted. “T did not use the word | ’ nor that expréssion ‘greatly perturbed.’ They have been slander- ‘amenitie ously added, My words, I belleve, Mad-d-dam, were a little more emphatic, But as well as "I now remember you have in the main repeated the interview correct: One day when I was in the Capitol with some friends a one-armed Con- Hooker » helplens am, permit me to present my most honored and esteemed friend, ‘war, Alexander H, Stephens, to you and your charming friends.” Before we could assure him that-we knew Mr, Stephens the Colonel said: “Mr, Stephens, may I have the double and distinguished honor of presenting \Sou to Mra, Pickett, the widow of our great illustrious commander, Gen, George 1 her acqualnied with one of our most gifted and |Dreds, on the fact that there hi |revise the anti-beiting bi!l so as jallow @ revival of horse racing. “It they re they will violate all precedente of the past fifteen years, During | no State which prohibited racing has re- | pealed the law. - “It tun't likely that > | break through this rule, The gentle- men who are agitating a revival of horse jracing are bucking a tough proposition, | jfor the racing men killed the game Hooker, I know Mrs. Pickett. She took her first ride in g my Jast ride in one, Now, I knew her ago—when mi " blers and would take a chance, The|#1000—a plker's consideration, players had an opportunity to get @ run for their money, Then a new ele-| ting the gume. “Wall Street overlooks the fact that me down there has been dying for jérs and bookmakers put the kibosh on at Fortress Monroe there was a consultation in camp that night of the officers | the patrons of the race tracks, The|ground. It ls charged by many business headquarters and they were in hopes that you would end the war, And afterward, when they learned the result of the conference, for several | acro days the men were jubilant because they felt sure that you all had something I said, “if you | UP your sleeve, foreign tntervention, or’—— 1 | other States were and snatch ioney, side their gates, “Jack Rose, ‘Bridgie’ Webber, Vallon and Schepps and the four suumcu who| buck." Covyriaht, 1913, by ‘The Pree Publishing Co. (The New York Eveuing World). The Gentlemen. (After Ripling’s Poom, “The Ladies.”) ‘VE taken my fun where I've found it; 1 I've flirted and danced through the years; I've had my full quota of sweethearts, And four of the lot were dears! One was a 86n of the Southiand, One from the City of Pork, One was a highbrowed Bostonese, And one from effete New York. Now, I'm quite a student of flirting; But, taking them ail as a lot, You never can tell when a man's in love ‘Til he says so—and THEN he's not! There are times then you think them in carnest, And times tohen you know that they jest; But the things you will learn from the first one or two Will help you a lot with the rest. At firat I was full of illusions, Shy and simple and tame, 'Til I lost my heart to the Southron, Who taught me the art of the game— Taught me to dance like an angel, Made love like a4 Seraphim, Wits mellifiuous lies, and auch eloquent eyes— And I learned about flirting from him. Then 1 was sent off fo.coilege— “Packed off,” perhaps, would be true— But that didn't make the least difference; There are flirte up in Boston, too, This one talked Browning and Ibsen— Tall and aesthetic and slin— But sometimes he felt from his heights and--Ah, well, I learned about flirting from him. Then I was shifted to Westward (Or to-day I perhaps should be his), And there I met one who seemed really To know what true lovemaking is; Gallant and ardent and reckless, Filled with romance to the brim! Oh, he had such a way, and knew JUST what to say— And I learned about flirting from him. Then I came back East, to Gotham— Back to the glare and display, And met that accomplished heartbreaker, The dashing young blade of Broadway; Yet out of the lot, I assure you, He was smartest, perhaps, and most trim ; But of love and ite thrall, he knew least of them ail. Still—I learned about flirting from him, I've taken my fun where I've found it, And I'm not a Dit sorry it’s done: For the more you have known of the others, The less you will listen to one. And the end of it's sitting and dreaming Of love as it OUGHT to be; So beware of the lot (which I know you wilt not) And learn about flirting from me, The Week's Wash By Martin Green he race track: mh he head j«itied Herman Tosenthal foond profit an head Bay or Bel- |The generat public is giad wate! summer,” “That's a tai the starter's gate |the head polisher, will rise again on} ive racing in this State) ‘Wall Street is afraid of W at period York will time—say twenty years! Street is afraid of anything th y bookinakers were gam-|A Stock Exchange seat the past three of four yea) ernor of bettor, in sending his money|men that Gov. Wilson ts not @ business the bookmaker's counter, figura. | man, nd he wasn't elected ly kissed it gooddy, “Owners of race travks granted bet- iting privileges to crooks, Here in this { | State men who had been instrumental In Killipg racing In Celifornia, Miesourt, Panne Arkansas, Kentucky, Louislana andj 66 BEE," sald the head polisher, | “that Mayor Gaynor has put hime Hie Gtar Role, wed?to make book The mnilliona'ges who is their | George Sipp.”” high-| “Anyhow,” r nd they were typox uf able to go down to Sheeps- | the frequenters who were on the inside, mont Park of tracks have been put out of business, Gravesend and|Racing can't survive without bdettin: the gee-gces |And public betting is one of the thi go round again this /that modern progresa has shuffled { the discard,” rrr) and ominous may: { Shy Little Wall Bret be," said the laun- e dry man, “Youl¢¢ RESIDENT WILSON seems to probably base your | be throwing @ scare into many assumption that of our leading citizens,” said flelds of thorough- |laundry man, “a rabbit is bri been |lion. I am talking of organized :noney— |{naugurated a movement at Albany to | the kind of money that is bulwarked vy to! privilege and has been accumulated by | methods akin to cheating the law: are talking about closing out and quit- fore Woodrow Wilson was elected Gov- country g 10 Wall Street and began to back out, They'll never back, It fan't the President-elect or on . utterances that are depressing the prices ment eniered the bookivaking game7and|of stocks and Stock Excha i }rormed an organization of sure-thing is the great investing publie which Bas fed for @ome time past Combinations of owners, jockeys, train-| carefully sequestrating capital in old stockings, stovepipes and holes in the’ men, either.” Arrest: self in ba@ again in some circles were running the racing game were/ by? saying he ordered the a: warned that they were qu own business by allowing th *waymen, masking as layers of odds, in-{ “ther Is one thing to be sald abeut. Mayor Gaynor when it comes to assume ing responsibility, He never passes the ‘@ the laundry