The evening world. Newspaper, April 30, 1913, Page 22

PES ee a ee FN aa , CEG Ty eeccess 08.00] Ome Tear. .scccse ee B01 One Monte. ceoee. vs ooo -KQ, 18,680 STATEN ISLAND’S LEMON CROP. VOLUME 53..... F ANYTHING can save Staten Island from sinking te the level | ] of a poverty-stricken rural borough in the clutches of @ hard- hearted, frivolous metropolis there stands a man ready to take the job. George von Kromer would still rether be Borough President _ ef Richmond than see his beloved isle continue in the hands of those Jeay and hypocrition! persons of “prominence” who new hold #t in @agh, Mr. von Kromer, Democret, faces the fact of a coming munici- Glection. It is time for his ninety thousand fellow beroughites te wee up and make themesives an integral part of the great Oity of York. That a borough with an ares of 67.19 equare miles, upon the city spends in salartes and equipments $1,200,000 each ‘to say nothing of the cost of ferries, pubtic buildings, etc., yet remain non-growing and unproductive keeps Mr. von ewake nights. ‘The business men of Staten Island, he declares, spend over 75 per cent. of their purchasing money in Manhattan. Do they get | y: return in the shape of commercial industries, improvements and it of capital? No. The present Borough President, Mr. 1, #¢ @ very nice man, allows Mr. von Kromes, but “as a mem- ‘of the Board of Estimate, directly representing our borough in the tion of New York, he has been an utter failure.” Me has lacked the force necessary to compel recognition from You, * a beautiful crop of lemons. "AGAN Such ways are not Mr. von Kromer’s ways. Any platform that to bear his weight mst have thick planks of aggressive and | ressive policy to “increase the population and develop the im-| natural resources of Richmond.” No more lemons for Mr. | Kromer—but real ferries, more of ’em, and « tunnel under the | to connect Richmond Borough with the subway system of city. In fact, declares Mr. von Kromer, “Richmond Borough, iting a broadside of fourteen miles to New York, is big enough lbway connections end should have them.” is ought to stir up the islanders to a sense of their importance liers in New York’s hag teal ae We cantt belteve WRBy good thing is wasted on it be an opportunity. | ea von Kromer. { COME FSSAAAALASABAAAAAAAALARALALAASRAALA Mr. Jarr Is to Enjoy One Carefree Hour—Under Proper Supervision. FSSAAAALIAPBALPABAAPBIBAAAAAARAAABAAS Claret punch i» very genteel and re) “A ‘Musband's Hour,” explained Mrs, ‘Gned"—— Jarr. “Ana very showy and inexpensive,” “Only one hour?’ asked Mr. Rangle added Mrs. Jarr. “We'll spend it in Gus's."” “Well, shoot!" “No, any place Tut Gus's, You two edly. enjoy yourselves too much there. This very establishment of a ‘Husband's Hour’ is to wean you from the per- nictous attractions of such places as Gue's." ove trying ¢@ have a pleasant surprise for them!” Mrs. Jarr went on. “It shows how real life is stranger than articles in women’s magazines." “You are going to give a party with @rapefruit juice punch,” chimed in Mr. Jarr, “T am too much of a diplomat to protest. Atl my life I have fought against the demon ola puneh that Witeth ike acid and th with @ stomach ache at home ‘tles. You ‘wonder why the saloon is such @ nul- sance to the home? Well, the saloon Never serves claret punch!” “Th he goes again!” sald Mre. Jarr mournfully. “He always picks a it with me I try to have any Parties at home with claret punch” — eaid Mr. Jarr, re- “What are we golng to havi ‘We are not going to have @ party,” said Mrs. Rangle. “We were going to sive you and Mr. Rangle an eveping te | “An, a folly hour at the ¥. M. C. A.” yourselves.” anked Mr. Jarr. “And not at home either. Se you} * replied Mre. Jare. “You and needn't look so worried,” a@éed Mrs. Jarr. “Yoo,” said Mrs. Rangle, “we have ‘deen talking the matter over and we Qave decided that you two men shall go “Don't tell me!” remarked Mrs. Ran- | away and do everything you please and le, giving her hugband an implacadle| ae you please, enrestricted. There, look, ‘Mr. Rangle fe just the same. | now!” mr 2s Ya, Wet MTOR much discussion Mra, Jarr and Mrs. Rangle decided they would establish a ‘Father's four” —aleng the lines euggested by the ar tlole im the Perfect Ladies’ Magazine, “@hould a Wite Have Goul Freedom?” places—anywhere bit Gus's.” “The big last Dowling game of the holden to-night,” suggested Rangle, But his bright expectant smile killed this proposition. “Not ghat dreadful Woek-Wok Asso- ciation,” said Mrs. Rangle. “They would not admit Michael Angelo Dinkston to membership and he confessed to his wife (t was a pand of married ruffians who furnish excuses for each ether. Mr, Dinkston sald a Wok-Wok will publish his own funera! notice so that @nother member can show f to his ?: rwite to prove he eat up with a sick Ai) | ¢riend.” } “Ahem? said Mr. Jarr., “Diniceton spoke m malice. What can we do then in our ‘Husband's Hour? Anything we feai | want that you want.” an hour is @ very short time,” mur mured Mr. Rangle. “On, you can have several hours,” aaid Mrs, Jarr. “You can do just as you please and go where you please, and Mrs, Rangle and I will go along to pee you enjoy yoursetves.” “But no money must be wasted, you ould not in any fairness be denied. “We have got a great surprise for you.” Mrs. Jarr degan when both hus- Bands showed up at the Jarr domicile fn response to office telephoning. “Lat me tell it, Mra. Jarr,"" said Mre. “Mr, Jarr seems nervous.” with their famflies, sefled en e liner for (one ply dl dlagiand g le : ‘They set forth from various States to study these things ete negtore To gis tne ant Ugnty tte epeition vo | te. fart, iPapresentetives of the United States Goverament went along ea secre. |ieaue'” “YY? Stnet"—tesan oth to the farmers. “Nothing doing!" interrupted both The American farmer is now a greet man. He rNies in‘automo- ant Saperen iene puts on a starthed collar every day and wears his trousers outside “He always gets nervous when I say I have a surprise for him,” replied Mrs “Didn't I tell your’ cried both ladies “Phat! Coprrieht, Press Publish tag Oo, (The Now York Rvening World), t Boots, ‘The older type of “agrioufturist,” who inherited hts poli- Ne c0ch ether. "Ehatp fhe CABANO WT 7 he Jone con cen “Forever!” means about as much as a woman's Pete set ie, ee eee swith his pastures, took his opinions reedy-mede and read tho I “Never /” | wagonse Jo toe seaeee t0 00 wasted on paper that hed the best weather report, fs a thing of the past. His Kind Employer. funny papers buy “tinyseed” fokes only es curicatties. The no longer depends on the newspaper to learn whet the world hinking about him end doing for im. When he hears of a. new mn wrinkle that interests him he packs his wantrobe trunk slips over to have s look et it. — ; . Apeti 30, 1789, _ , George Washington was inaugurated firet President of the United States, A woman never seems to realise the full worth of a man's love until she a i decides to sue for breach of promise. The Harlequin of Dreams. Ss" through some trap mine iy eyes have never found, (im-panelied in the painted scene of Bleep, The kind of girt that a man likes to meet nowadays (s not the one that | he can flirt with ¢f Re wants to but the one that he docan't HAVE to flirt with tf he doean't want to. leap ‘Upon my aptrit’s stage. Phen Sight and pace end Time, th ‘Then e en Language, Mete and Bound, And ell famfilar Forma, that @rmiy keep In Fate’e menu most of us have te be satisfied with a Ralf portion of love and a demt-tasse of happiness, a ie 4 man picks owt a wife entirely dy Ais eye and then feels resentful for- Man's reason in the read, change evgr afterward because she happens to grate on Me ears. faces, peep awe = Betwixt the lege and mock the daily round. A perfectly devoted huadand (9 one who keeps on eternally telling his wife that he loves her without ever showing how tired it makes him. cublo yards are there in the excava- tion, using the mean of the end section as the true section?’ PAH, Yet thou canst more than mock; some- times my tears At midnight break through boundes Satan, Cupid & Co. are getting plenty of sleep these nighte decause they! Ne ® Am ko i ttt can manage to get in most of their fine work at the afternoon tango teas, leaven —- Of dream-taught wiedom works me bet- tered years. In one night witch, eatnt, tricketer, divine, be atior of Teo Rrening World: peat day of the week aid Jan. 6 H.W. he sella to B for| ‘Our ancestors used to retire from jater eis it back to| business by the time they were) A colle tt to C for | Atty.” 0. How mush money does A gain (the praaseavoned ra =" Now that aviation end talking pictures are cocomplshed facts, perhape somebody will dlecover o way to make platonic friendship work, too. tool , . -——- 2 think thou'rt Jester at the Court of ae CSE An ving, verisang and after ving-the-sealgnatialy |, dna | rushed over t> Paris to break off so unfortuna | Uttle, old Indy with atemay that her wel!-born # | me | already sweeping through Europe. ir, Rangle can choose the place ur) Gheltering Order of Wok-Wok’ \s| Thou, giant Harlequin of Dreama, dest’ The Stories of Famous Novels By Albert Payson Terhune Coprrient. by The Pree Pubitshing Co, (The New York Evening World), No. 16.—TRILBY; by George du Maurier. RILBY O’FERRALL was the orphaned daughter of an Irish neem do-well. Left to shift for herself, she had become a model is Paris's Latin Quarter. She was big, beautiful, wholesome—a girl whom Nature hag intended for something more decent than the life into which her cnviron- ment had tossed her. Among the artists for whom she posed were three Englishmen who shared a studio in the Quarter, and who were known by the nicknames of “The Laird,” “Taffy” and “Little Billee.” They were different from the down-at-heel, unwashed art students Trilby had known; and she spent all her spare time with them. LittIe Billee—whose real name, by the way, was William Bagot—was the son of a prim English widow, and he knew almost nothing of the world. He proceeded to fall violently in love with Trilby. Nineteen times he proposed to her. And, though she loved him, nineteen times she refused him. Ameng tho nondescript Bohemians who frequented the studio was @vengall, @ Pole. He musician to his Angertips, was gifted with hypnotic power, had @ marked aversion to bathtubs, and was openly an admiren of Trilby. He used to amuse himeetf by makigg her sing She had a glorious voice, but was tone-deat; and Her singe ing was a horritle thing to hear. At last [Attle Bittee, on his twentieth proposal, we sent to be hie wife. But his m hearing of his engagement, match. It filled the sheltered should think of marrying e® artist's mode! of doubtful character. he pleaded earnestly with Trilby to give, Trilby's con: | up Bites. The gir, overcome at last by the mother’s appeal and by the vision conjures up by Mrs. Bagot of the wreck such a marriage would make of Sitlee's careem | consented to throw him over. To prevent him from seeking to renew the engaged , she went away with Svengall. 7 Five years passed. The three artists had long ago given up thelr studio Mg and had returned to England. At last they came back together to Paris on @ visit to look over scenes of their student days. There they heard of a soprano who was to make her Paris debut that night and whose fame wag ‘The trio went to the Cirque de Bashibazouke, where she wae to cing. The moment they entered the theatre they recognized the conductor of the orchestra | as Svengall. Then the singer came on the stage. It was Trilby. When 6vengaii had carried Tritby away, five years earlier, he had trained hep | wonderful voice, note by note; hypnotising her #0 thet she sang according to Me own perfoct musicianiy art. At each concert she was under this hypnotic opel, The music was Svengal!'s soul, finding expression through her phenomenal cords. The result was such ainging as Europe had never before heard. In a mesmeric trance Trilby walked onto the stage and began to sing. and “Au Cli de la Lune;” but she dreathed into them an inepiration that trans figured and glorified the olf airs. ‘The three artiets, ignorant of the hypnotic apell, The Hypnotic § rripy could produce such music. Spelt. In the middle of the concert Bvengel! chanced to his eyes. His gaze met Little Billeve. The shock of eiready undermined. He sank back, dying. At once Trilby was released his power, and instantly her power of song deserted her. From Gecko, a friend of Svengall, Billee heard the story of the past Ave and, despite al that could be done to win her back to health and normal ohe died. i ) F : The Day’s Good Stories hebby. ‘But about the thinking, Giedy, ¢ 78 STORY is doing told of @ gentiomen who| will notice, she gwucraliy thishe fir." —Lisginy was om & motoring tour when his car broke | cott’s. . ‘village, It was late in carried the audience by storm. She sang such simple melodies as ‘Ben leaned far forward in thetr box, marvelling that the tonedead unexpected aight was too much for Svengall, whose heart and entire system But he had found Trilby too late. G@vengall’s influence removed, she coll What Did It Look Like? 0 ome decked to pet down ner the eventag, 00 he ‘ww for the night at the only inn the wilage pomemed, onze Peer. Matrimony. son's Weekly. AOHMELORS who have made up their ‘After @ rether ecrmep? supper be was shown up to his bedroom, but soon after the landlord had come downstairs again bis quest leaned over the balustrades and called: | wtandion’! Landlord! Do you think I'm | eeing to clean my own boots?” “What d’ye mena!” grumbled the landlord. ‘What have you pat & polishing.ped on my bed | font'* demanded the guest. ‘The landlord came upstairs to look, “Pollshingoed!"” he snapped, ‘That's not « polishing ped, ‘That's the pillow!” to stay that way amd believe that ti can get away wit it may do well @ listen to the old lady from Wisconan, SR® qummed it up this way in speaking to 8 déspendip ent young girl who thought she was docened to @ single life get married, you will do it, evem if you live — churn,” —Popular Magazine, “My dear, if ft is intended that you oe &3 “Who'd ’a’ Bin Er?” ——=>———_ Ava Mving in Ohie is the mothey | A Little in Advance. et cutng, tae esaroern tad 0 | A WASHINGTON man and his wife, whoeg® pity that mot one of your bose hed net: beg’ domestic complications are frequent but mot | girl." One of the dove, about eight years eeriow, hed one evening called upon @|overieard the remark and promptly couple, Oe their way bome the lady | “' like to know who'd a ‘ claily desirable just now “when there le such @ wonderful vee riety of bordered map terials offered. Thia. one is made in four Pieces and is shapely and well fitting. Th@ flounces are simply gathered, and one o& more car be used @@ liked. In the smal§ view two flounces of embroidered marquis sette are shown over @ sath skirt which at the I ‘The Lpeseen