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Le eae ean Tee — +9 paestts pines * The ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. tea. 8 Daily Bx Sunday by ts hee Fepgentee Company, Nos, 68 to RALPH LATZ) President, Row. sonben BE, Ae resgorea, 8 Maras "how. Gedecription es tne Evening) For Bnetand si thet Continent and ‘World for the United States All Countries in the International a and Caneda, " Postal Union. — VOLUME 53. Sa LIFE AND ITS CHANCES. HILE we are saving life at one end we are wasting it at the other, is, the rather melancholy upshot of the latest Health aa Department figures. Children have more chance of life. Adults have less. According to tables compiled in 1879 a child under five years of age might expect to live forty-one years. That expécta- Hon is now increased to fifty-two years, Even up to thirty the @hance of further life has improved. _ But from forty on adults die more rapidly. Mortality from ) isesves of heart, kidneys, stomach and liver have increased. Kighty- b tine per cent. of present life-saving occurs before the twentieth year. E 4 be wear and tear of strenuous life, too much easy transportation © Gnd too little exercise, too much meat and drink are causes, As (he | Feport pute it: “Ihe adult'of the present generation is travelling « ¢ too fart for his health. Rapidity of living oan but end in pre- e dying. Never was there greater need from a health stand- Sint of moderation in all things by the inhabitants of our city.” : To-day it is the Health Department warning ue that we ore sf indering our health. Yesterday it was the Comptroller telling ho We that we “are spending more money than our available credit justi- 4 “fig.” We cat too much, we drink too much, we spend too much, we = Work too hard to get it, we sit up too late nights, we build too many » theatres. we coddle our muscles too much, we draw too heavily on all : funds. And yet we are alive and happy. If we took a dose of ion we should probably swallow too much and perish. a oe SHE FORGOT To PUT.ON HER WAIST, Cousin JOHN ry The “cubist cocktal™ and the “Bryan highball” arrivals in town. are new SS Eee THE MAN IN UNIFORM. MAN in uniform eaid;,“Show me your money.” A bewildered young Polish immigrant, fresh from the gauntlet of Ellis Téland officials, meekly handed over all he had in the world—. saw it no more. The uniformed nan was an impostor. Does the average American realize what a pitifully easy mark Whe immigrant offers for any rogue clever enough to array himaclf braid and brass buttons? For hundreds of thousands of Euro- ppean peacants from their earliest childhood Authority is known by B gold lace. They bow before it. They obey it instinctively, im- > , abjectly. A few yeare ago a rascal of a German shoemaker allied forth in a captain's uniform, picked up @ squad of soldiers in streets, marched them all unsuspecting to the town hall and coofly annexed the town cash box. The whole world laughed. he fooled his superiors and hie owr countrymen on their own liar ground. : What more pathetic victim, on the other hand, than an ignorant ing alien, awed by the formidable formalities of entering this country for the first time, who submissively does as he is told “g man in uniform?” Our Government presents a terrible and awe-inspiring front of thority to trembling newcomers. It ought to be able decently to ct them from impostors wearing ite own badges, at least up to time the new arrivals are clear of Filis Island. — You may feed the park squirrels peanuts, says Commissioner Stover, provided you meke 'em give back the shells. — TO READ TO-MORROW. 8 ready car for romance, particularly Teal life, above all when it concerna a model. Penrhyn Stanlawes, the illus- O COME ON | T'S TIME “To @o HONE COUSIN BELL IWANT To LEARN TURKEY TROTTING wwe of the stock did double In ten days, and mamma had to pay twenty cents a share for them instead of ten, and Mr, Pewters gave his personal guar- rantes that they were an investment par excellence. I remember hig exact words: ‘An investment par excellence.’ " “Why ‘didn't your mother eell her stock?” asked Mr. Jarr, “She was advised not to by Mr. Pew- ters," explained Mra. Jarr. “I remem- ver his exact words, the second time a — apenas amen turday, May IF |HAD men SINSUCONT SHow heh POCREOLAOEOOIFOFO4OO8O084909000908 09099000009090006 Mrs. Jarr Wants Some City Bonds, With Gilt Edges, Sent to Her C. 0. D. PFSSSSSSSSSO8TG9S 9909959 S98SSSSSIS SESRIORSSERNRNTS ©) tn “ah! Mere devilish work of the Rockefeller and Morgan interests.’ “And he burst into tears and asked If we could blame him, nd he left it to us, he sald, if the ares had not them C, O, D.?" asked account I might risk it and buy some. But after my poor mother's awful ex- Perlence and after the way 1 maw it - at lps ln is lagged 24. “The Loveseeker” Some “Made tn England’’ Roles for Ensnaring and Keeping Hearts. By Nixola Greeley-Smith. Copyright, 1913, by The Press Publishing Ce, (The New York Broaing Wertd), YOUNG English woman—Maud Churton Braby—hee written an interesting Loveseoker,” in which she dlecusses the many and vari- Problema which concern ail persons between twenty and ity and @ome on either side of the deadline, After discusst: the firet mecessity of finding a mate this new Baedeker of the tender passion the method prescribed by George Meredith for separating lo’ from infatuation, you found her? she quotes the question from “A boy can't but a man must reason in these your love from ite power of per- sisting and bearing « y. Passion has not these powers, If your love of thie person is true, and not one of vour | worry a man to write letters, |a few minutes unteas he is deeply in love. | better. ye fancies, it will soon light you clear eno In other. words, to ascertain if your fect it to ined low temperature—pu' storage vault of absence, and if It survives it Is ood specimen of the thing. If you are @ young woman still unwooed or without any one to woo this sentimental guidebook offers a to read on “How to Please Men." There is nothing revolutionary in Mita ¥ by's counsels to the young girl in search of husband. At the start she nounces frankly that to win men a woman must “ @ cult of self-control and a hobby of self-sacrifice. She must suppresa her likes and dislikes, her whims and ailments.” : ‘The author has a special word for the plain girl. “There are more plain women than pretty ones in the world and more married than unmarried women. Given @ healthy appearance, lack of beauty is no bar whatever to matrimony. When it comes to choosing a partner for life, the sensible, unromantic, modern ‘man rightly values good temper above long eyelashes.” The Strange Lure of Mystery. F “One of the first things to learn is that the feelings should be rigorously concealed. Be mysterious, be subtle, be clustve, and never put your cards on the table,” ‘This is all very well if a girl happens to be of the mysterious, subtle, elusive type, but no fat girl should ever attempt to be subtle, 1 don't know why mys- tery should suggest leanness, but It does, And positively no woman in the mid- dlewelght class—from 145 to 158%—should try to be mysterious, Moreover, what a Monstrous fraud in perpetrated on the poor, unsuspecting male who weds under the illusion that he is domesticating the Sphinx, to discover after a few weeks of marriage that his wife's mind is as clear and shallow as a pool, in which he can see her thoughts darting hither and thither like little trout. “Mort men enjoy talking about themselves,” we learn. So do most women, and turn about is fair play, no matter how much raeticenes our English author recommends, But, she continues: “Once a man is happily settled talking about himself, even the plainest girl may feel assured that she in making a good impressieu.” Here are some other pointers: “The deepest impression may be made by a complete mastery early in the acquaintance of the amount of sugar necessary to bis cup of tea, The girl who tine after time bas to Inquire, ‘How many lumps?’ is one to whom the proud, sitive male heart will ever remain cold.’* As a rule men hate to write letters and do not want to receive them. Never Never answer by return mail unless business it ver telephone when angry.” Never be first at an appointment, but avoid keeping him waiting more than And then the longer he white the her success to her simple code: ‘The worse reqi A beautiful actress attribut at them the keener they a ell, if I had a charge, Copyright, 1913, by Tie Press Wuviisning Co, (The New York Evening Worlds, She’ Describes “‘A Man’s Woman.” al m A man's Ideal woman,” remarked the Mei in, indicating alred bit of fluff, entirely surrounded by masculinity, at the regarding the paragon out of the tail . Mr, Cutting.” of he . protested the Mere Man, adore you," “But what has that @ald the Rib scornfully, “Is 9 per cent. clothes If SH® is your ideal’—— and she shrugged her shoulde doubled in valu nd if we did not be~ lieve it he had @ small allotment held for his children he would part with at double prices, just to prove his sincer- ‘And your mother has the saffron ue" Worried Mr. Pewters I made up my mind I'd never dabble in Wall street, as the papers call {t. But how can you | dabble in a street that hasn't any wa-| ter in itv” “Oh, hasn't jt? retorted Mr. Jarr. “SUll a@ good deal of the water has ‘=| been aqucexed out, and it isa fact that | Good securities are to be bad at bar- | mains these d: “You go buy all you wish to,” re- Piled Mra. Jarr firmly. “But I have an average man, Of cow ‘different.’ And every mai !* finished the Rib. “No man ever has a different ‘ideal.’ I know one woman’ is 60 per ‘ook and 4 per cent. siren; and | 7 per cent. sweet disposition, and 25 per cent. beauty; pmposed of 50 per cent. tact and 60 per Mr, Cutting?” ing the Rib carefully, id tact, and—oh stupidity, Well," said the Mere Mai she ts 100 per cent. beauty, oa biishing Co. we called. ‘Sell and repent,’ he said, “Yes,” said Mra. water, met the of his dreams in , and he has never let a, 1013. TMS cele World). And when mamma did try to sell them, | ters sald let it be a warning to us not 5 ier ge. The whole lcontrary to Mr, Pewters advice, nobody | to meculate—alwaya to invest. ‘ake ge. story told by the two that have made it will he oe would buy them, and when we went to| ‘Bome of the department stores are fm the Sunday World Magasine to-morrow. Among other I cheap,” rs Serr, Mr. Pewters about It he said: selling city bonds," said Mr. Jarr, Fy the anc! eon eadin ion ae — for « morning’s reading Florens Ziegfeld jr. describes how it Fe eee re une | of the newspaper. and lose $500,000, and why the “feeling” has kept @ card since; Trixie Friganza, the actrons, including the fact that she is “Cincinnati neme and a German husband; a doctor how wearing « veil injures « woman's eyes; Elie Kogen, revolutionist, of three years’ tunnelling to escape from only in discovery and the knout; the chow pedigree, recalls the fact that Admrial Dewey country fourteen years ago, and Bill, the & hundred shares ‘Mining Company although they did double in value just elegantly dressed man that had beautiful offices said they would.” “But ehe should ha shares if they doubled in va! “But she was advised not to sell.” “Who advised her not to?" “The gentleman I told you of. I went ‘William, laddies,”” cantioned the old gentleman, | West, to his offices with mamma. It was be- sop a I lca ; er —_—_ —_. A tea set that once belonged to Edmund Burke sold for $750 The Knowing Agent. a thirty years ago. Six years ago tt brought 62,500. Day belore yes- peri real lpg aa terday it realized $7,250.—News item. Station Agent—It depends. What do/ ‘4 » and he took to luncheon sent us home in it ‘Transient mop for To visit some rather distant rela thirty years more and stick together half, lost my faith, and I do not wish to have another experience fighting the} Poor Mr. Pewters! They | And yet hoWencrous he Both tlnes mamma bought stock | the stock. was beautifully en-| &raved and her name written on it in| lovely business hand) he took us to luncheon, and he wasn't niggardly ina man's estimate @ the two qualities of a woman? Now, if 1 wi that T should consider first, “Wouldn't you—er—consider ht or crooked?’ pleaded the joulders, or care whether his legs were lere Man. “Wouldn't you even look at als tation Agent—Then you'll have plenty of me, ‘This ticket {9 good for the next train, ‘Travsient—See here! Do vou know how long 1 tntend to stop? “Why fa it," continued the Rib, ignoring the flippancy, “that a man never seems to demand those quatities in a woman which he always Jivkses,—Pi Station Agent-—Not exactly; but 1 know the] #DOUL it elther.”* Quarterty, not having your financial adviser, Mi Pewters, at hand to recommend them asked Mr, Jarr. Of gilt edged atockn" Votes for Women! ‘T a card party held in this city Inst werk “You won't bug any city bonds, then, | “Then look at this list man?” “You mean biceps, and drinking capacity?” » “J mean capability and squareness!” said the about another is ‘What can he do in this world? And ie he on the level? Is he honorable—trustworthy? In a word, ‘Is he a MAN?" “Well,” protested the Mere Man, “you wouldn't have me ask @ woman to A suffrage meetings and hed even marched {1 of the parades, "Goodness!" exclaimed her partner, “I know vou went in for that surt of thing, yw all about politica’ reviled the suffragist, “1 don't know thing about tt," ‘Well, why do you do it?” were allt edged, | be ‘a MAN,’ would you?” | Millatones, Vampires and Molluscs. “Of course not!" returned the Rib impatiently, “but you might demand that be a WOMAN, with of hono id @ sense of fairness, and a little mon sense, and—oh, set any kind! If you aid, you wor * * | many unhappy marria, ut I've never mai Tm bachelor." a man,” pursued the Rib relentlessly, “would fall in love with @ wom “Poor mamma's sti “said Mra, some of (he women were discusaing wom: relates the Washington St didatt Do of it elther to buy your old and his words came true, for “Because it teases my husband so," elty bonda:" for the same reasons for which THREE TWO STRIKES' WHATS TWO STRIKES? . ONLY TAKES ONE TO HIT IT, WELL, I'LL STOP KIDDING YOu Guys Yt! —— LEAVE YOUR ADDRESS WITH THE FIELDER SOWE CAN MAIL THE BALL BACK TO You, THE LEAGUES HAVE THEIR EYES ON ME NOW + (DON'T KNOW WHAT THEYD SAY Ff THEY SAW ME PLAYIN’ WITH'YOU Guys BUT ILL SHOW) 7 You WHAT BATS wu2 MADE | 9 FOR COME ON, PITCHER! Juice 'TUP AND LETS HAVE IT Ro RA RR OPP POPC YOURE OUT she is dependable and genero cause she has a dimple In her clin, or because of the way her halr curls at the nape of her neck, he wouldn't wake up #o often to find himself cheated | disappointed, If I were a man, I should choose a wife who was 60 per nense of honor and 6 per cent sense of humor’'—— “Ugh!” exclaimed the Mere Man, with a shudder, ‘that kind of woman wou! {bea thorn in the eido from the wedding day to the grave. Why, just think wi | would happen if wives had @ sense of honor and of fairness! They'é be |manding that WE stay at home every night, just as they do, They'd actually] be demanding that we give up our bad habits and our clubs, and keep our ding vows! And aa for a woman with a sense of humor—Lord deliver me fro ever baring my idiosyncrasies to one, and becoming the family ‘joke!'” | “And that,” declared the Rib sorrowfully, hy the finest women alwa: the last to marry, and why the finest men are always tied to little: mill-stones, and vampires, and molluscs! A man is alwaye looking for some- | thing ‘inferior,’ and of course it's easy to find.” “And yet," remarked the Mere Man, puffing his cigarette thoughtfully, “I adore YOU." “simply because I manage to hide the fact that I have a noble oharactay & sense of honor’——began the Rib, “Oh, HAVE you!" exclaimed the Mere Man in a shocked tone. Q "And because | manage to conceal my brains,” continued the Rib, ‘beneath lot of fol-de-rols, and chiffons, and amell talk and frivolitys* “And by flirting outrageously, and never keeping your engagements, an@ always breaking your promises," added the Mere Man? “Gracious!” exclaimed the Rib glancing hurriedly at the clock, and reaching = for her violet parasol, “it's five o'clock, and T have oceans of things to do!" “But you promised to dine with me!" said the Mere Man disappointecly | “Impossible, Mr, Cutting! I received a check for a hundred dollars to-day, |and I'm going downtown this minute and fulfl your ‘Ideal.’ '* “What! “I'm going to spend % per cent. of it on CLOTHDS!" declared the Rib, waving |her parasol, ‘I'll be ‘2 MAN'S woman,’ if it takee my last cent—and my legs jenreg gf intelligences” ' 7 STRIKES'!

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