The evening world. Newspaper, July 11, 1913, Page 12

SA i at ete ove Seee aaicrio. i ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. ‘Beebe Daity Except Sunday by the Prose Publishing Company, Nos, 68 to Row. New Yori / RALPR PULATZ: Prema 62 Park Row. SANOUS BAW Treasurer, 63 Park Row, JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr.. Secretary, 63 Park Row. ——$_—__ Entered ¥ Becond-Clasa Matter. Orhaeription Bete eer eecyening |For Bngiand and the Continent and ® ‘Worla for the United States All Countries In the International Postal Union = Year. Meath VOLUME 54........cccc cee irvlenncrrnyitts STOPPING AT THE THRESHOLD. A RE New Haven stockholders going to be satisfied with learning | + $3.60/One Yea 99.78 20/One Month 86 «eNO, 18,052 | that Mellen management has squandered hundreds of millions of their money, cut their dividends and last year turned what should have been a surplus of $1,794,000 into a deficit of $930,000? | Are they going to bemoan their luck and let it go at that? The report of the Interstate Commerce Commission is eloquent | with what it does not say. Who profited by these gigantic operations | eyend the scope of honest railroading—these schemes of expansion and absorption which tho Commissign is content merely to condemn? Who got the lion’s share of the 204,000,000 which Mr. Mellen ecat- tgred broadcast during ninc years of attempted conquest? What became of the 812,000,000 that “vanished into thin air” when the New York, Westchester and Boston subsidiary road accom- panied the Tennessee Coal and Iron Company into the safe fold of Morgan interests? What became of the $13,500,000 that evaporated in the buying of | Whode Island trolleys? We seem to recall that Senator Aldrich and | the Rockefellers were deeply interested in this trolley deal. Did these | gentlemen ever let $13,000,000 float away on the breeze? | Stockholders will find no answers to these questions in the In- terstate Commerce Report. That document tells them only HOW they have been swindled—not for whose benefit. Do they think it enough gently to chide Mr. Mellen because he tried to be a monopoly? Who were the men who encouraged Mr. Mellen’s schemes and took Mr. Mellen’s notes? Who were the big hunters who ensnared the New Haven in lasting entanglements and obligationa? : New Haven stockholders must be meek indeed if they are content to eft and wring their hands over an official announcement that they have been betrayed and plundered. a ‘The Christian Endeavorcrs hope to celebrate the three hundredth anniversary of the landing of the Pilgrims seven years hence with a | “Saloonless United States.” We wonder if by that time Dr. Pease and his cohorts will have made the land of liberty “cigarless” also. THE SAME OLD B.R. T. N THE LEXIOON of the B. R. T. is there no such word os progress? The proposal to use the obsolete turnstiles on the new bridge eubway loop connecting Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges is an insult to a | public. These awkward contraptions through ' which the B. R. T. now pushes and pounds hundreds of thousands of tired people to save itself the expense of a few ticket choppers or gate keepers should have disappeared long ago. The Interborough has abandoned them at all save a few little-used stations on its elevated lines. At crowded points like Brooklyn Bridge, where hurrying, bun- dle-laden throngs must rush to their trains, turnstiles are barbarous and inexcusable. It is estimated that the new subway loop will divert 150,000 per- eons daily from the crowds that pass over Brooklyn Bridge. Instead of hastening to grasp this chance to better its service the B. R. T., with characteristic meanness, has extracted from the Public Service Com- mission an agreement whereby it may use its old wooden cars and build its clumsy turnstiles. Chairman McCall of the Public Service Commission says that if ‘the public protests against the turnstiles the permission will be with- drawn. That bridge users will protest there 1s no ehadow of doubt. Bat why must the B. R. T. be forced to do the squaro thing? Does-it never think of adding to its assets the friendship and good will of the public? , —_——_—_—_ Hale and hearty et seventyour, with a “cast iron” stomach, an @asy mind and a bit laid by for a rainy day—none of the neighbors have anything much on John D. pecan WHY NOT TRY MUSIC ON THE MAYOR? HE MAYOR was moved to take his pen in hand again to let T folks know how much he loves Fourth of July music when it’s not too classy. While he has a weakness for local and salunteer bands, still he admite “of course the city should furnish public music in the parks and principal centres.” Bat why limit municipal music to Fourth of July celebrations and summer concerts in the park? Through the months when everybody stays out of doors as much as possible there ought to be more popular band concerts in the parks and squares and on the public piers. If the Mayor is so fond of hands we suggest that he have one play during the noon hour on fine days outside the City Hall. It would be a treat to thousands from the busy work-hives of lower Manhattan and could well be made a first-rate permanent feature of downtown life. Nobody wants classical music at such a time. The Mayor could keep the selections well within the range of his understanding. And if music has the charms the poets claim for it who knows what magic might be wrought upon His Honor’s yielding and receptive soul? 1 The beosiac World Daily Magssine. Veldsy. fa Why Not? & {l- Oe. Coomassie: York brccing Watts = HIRE had been great excitement, coupled with quite some quspense, in the neighborhood, for several weeks. ‘The align in the window of the vacant @tore next to Slavinsky’s art glass and General glazing establishment had Seen removed. This sign had read: ‘Thie Blegant and Commodious Store Room To Let. Will Divide or Alter to Sult T And it had grewn dusty and sun- bleached in the window for man: months. The doorway had been “Jal in the never-dying game of ‘Cops and) Boigiois, far aa the memory of ¢! youngest inhabitants of the neighbor- hood ran, Here, too, Master Issy Slavinsky had conducted lemonade etands and many other trading ventures to his profit fm pennies, pine, cluarette buttons, cou- Pons, redeemable soft drink and ¢ of magnesia botties and other coin of the realm of childhood, But now a brisk activity pervaded the Blace, Plasterers, decorators and paint- @s had been at work, under the di! thon of a taciturn general jovibe: om! lls “Ast me no questions; J'll tell you no lest" At firet, from the complete prepara- ON'T {t beat all how some people ain't got no polishin’ to epeak uv?" questioned Connie. “Even if they wus yanked out uv school before they got through kin- dergarten you'd) think they could) @op up some kind uv ree-finement frum th’ nods around them. If ain't got no use fer any one what fen't eager fer manners on th’ surface, even if th’ top soll does gotta be thin.” “All of which i# an introduction to what?” “Aw, one uv these here dictionary digesters frum Beantown ts sto! here on her w to th’ shore an’ she wants @ nurse fer her five-year-old. So ahe advert! an’ tells them ‘ter answer here. th’ kid looks like @ reg’lar killjoy, one uv them kind that) ‘yer eure he's goin’ to wear spoce in-| stead uv eyeglasses—which ts most as ugly-an say ‘nether limb’ ‘sted uv) ‘eg.’ So thie mornin’, just as th’ dame) wuz goin to take this solemn warnin’; a atrin’, in walks one uv th’ to th’ ad. She looked th’ goods srt, Neat eult an clean tatlor=| made shirtwaist. Even her shoes wus sensible—no French heel kind. “An them two met right in front uv th’ switchboard an’ I heard th’ inter- view. An’ th' Boston dame looks web bie mewth fy eayiting @ fo om tee |8 ourve,’” “Maybe jequare “Artiots cay the line of deauty Is through her tortolseshell eoul serchers! an’ ees in her best ote’ Mugtiah: | ‘Where wus you educated? I gotta know because I'm very particular about my little Goy. I want eome one what usea language around him,’ she sex, “An' up spouts this mushmeton an’ ees: ‘Uv course, Well, yuh certainly gutta hold wv th’ right party, ‘oause I don't hold with cussin' Oefore kide myeelf— 1 think igs flere!’ “Id ahe had only held her face shut she might ‘a’ got onto @ ferty-dollana- month jod. with all th’ fixin's, Honest, some people deserve ter starve; what with thelr Gomes ef destitute wy dip cornment!” FSAAAAAAABAAAAABAABAARAAAAAAABAAAAS Mrs. Jarr Solves the Secret HAKKKSAAAAALMARABABAAAAARAAABARAAAM Jong vacant storeroom, it was supposed |hour and a disposition to regard life in ® palatia! tonsorial parlor was to be in-|/general as through a glass darkly. stalled. This report had given Tony, tlons made for the rehabilitation of the|the established barber, many @ nervous Conquests of Constance By Alma Woodward Coppright, 1018, ty The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World). ae far as he wus concerned there wus (1AM Not DOING ANYTHING OF THE KIND, DEAR ‘personate Roderick Dhu, while into every inch of Fits's Bootoh costume. ly 11, 1913 The Stories of tive craving. vulgar and drunkenness the smell of tobacco. She told Fits she would marry him if he would swear off smoking for ar entire year. He promised. ~- / Famous Novels By Albert Payson Terhune Gopyright 1913 ty The Pree Publishing Oo (The New Tort Krening Wendy No. 46.—THE FITZ-BOODLE PAPERS. Dy Thackeray. ) HIS is the story of Mr. George Savage Fitz-Boodle, younger son of @ great English family. In bis day there were but three pro fessions open to “younger sons”—the church, the law and the army. Fits chose the army He fell in love first with Mary McAlister, a Scotch damsel, who bad an Income of £4,000 ($20,000) = year. He consumed cigars by the hundred. His love for tobacco was & posi- This was in an age when smoking was deemed abominably mere gentlemanly falling. And Mary loathed He was to meet Mary at a fancy dross ball at which he planned, to im- yas going as Lady of the Lake, My hie costume sent to the house of his friend, Dawdley; was also in love with Mary. While Fits wae wally to dress his eye fell on @ box of cigars. And, smoked one, Dawdley caught tiie @ servant to puff tobacce Gmate Fits put on the Highland dress without noticing that it reeked @moke. But as soon as he reached the hall the tobacco fumes set every one @® lover one look and then diemiseed fim ie pummelled heart by a trip to Germany. the beautiful Dorothea von Speck. ¥ Dorothea adored English all hig lite, Bhp bombarded him with questio it @he could not rattle Fits, He said he had it tl | of them intimately. He hinted at @ filrtation with Marie Bd, of mythical prise fights he had witnessed between Wordsworth and ‘and desaribed an impossible fox hunt in which he had ridden et Tom Meares aide, Derothea wae visibly impressed, rAIN | You of a Local ‘‘House of Mystery.’’ | Then current opinion focussed upon the theory that a porccinin lined lunch- room would be opened. Young Mr. Shid- ney Glavineky, the local Beau Brummal, who had begun to let his nails go some- what unkempt in order that he might de the first impressive customer to the mantcure lady that an up-to-<date bar- ber shop would install, now began to cast around In his mind how to get certain very large and showy yellow diamona ring, with tiger head cuff but- tons to matoh, out of pawn. “For,” gaid this astute young moving Picture actor and plano player (pro fessionally known as Sidney Slavin, King of Cowboys and Imperator o: jvish Impersonators") “if you want to make a hit with them beanery belles you want to wear some ice. A gaudy | shirt witl git you nowhere, because) jyour napkin will be tucked tn your| collar and hide it.” | So interest and suspense in the neigh-| orhood teetered, unt! some painfully | artificial potted palms in dark Egyptian Jardinieres were delivered at the place—| Prematurely, it would seem, according 1s only when I have just ate that I c'n|to the profane greeting the Jobbing con- bear /to speak uv food in th’ future.! tractor hailed them with—and then it Well, that wus this guy’e complaint. | was decided, for » brief space, that an- Instead uy hittin’ th’ pipe he Jus’ dis-|other moving picture palace would/ sipated th’ future like he wus Rocke-|grace the neighborhood. . feller's only r—an' he wus a| This new theory brougpt an even Arablan Nighter fer yer life! larger investing army of boy scouts “There wusn't nothin’ that wusn't/and campfire girls to the place and} posstble to him; {f only yuh eet th'|/children who were being taken to the scene a couple uv generations henve.|country muttered they'd run away and I tol’ him that with his gift fer seein’ !nide in the cellar until the new nickel- things he'd oughter whack out more'n|odeon was opened up. th’ fourteen @ week he wus makin'.| Finally mysterious wall cabinets of ma | Yuh know—one uv them fancy llars,|hogany were installed, a railing of black | yuh might say, ought to be in big de-| oak, a dark, purplish carpet of velvet, a | mand in most any dusiness, But he desk, a telephone, a half-dosen leather had no go In him, do he hung to his jod.| covered chairs, and then @ eign painter “One night we wus takin’ @ stroll on|outiined in chalk upon the window: Broadway an’ all th’ jewelry stores “I Berry, Mortuary Director. wus lighted up, summer dein’ th’ time Our Only Harlem Branch." they lay fer th’ @quedunk equed whet) And the mystery was solved. Brook- {a in town to spend all they deen eavin'|lyn's most fashionatie $% undertaker in th’ old cookie box all winter. <An'| was opening an establishment in this; I wut listenin’ to th’ reg‘lar ope "bout | choice residential neighborhood, | my goin’ to run th’ Csarina uv Russia) “I knew tt all the time!" said Mra. | ® close second in ¢h’ matter uy ropes uv pearls some day, when eh uv @ sudden @ flip masher, seein’ me kind uv vored with my escort an’ thinkin’ he could fill th' DIN, comes up, dips Diained. ‘Th’ next wus th’ Futurist. An’ I had a copyright on that word long before them crasy painters went an’ copped * on me. Th’ reason I called him th’ Futurist wus because no past or present—everything lay in th’ future, I can't ten yuh bow cheap yuh c’n support @ disposition uv that variety. It never comes to @ show- down, yuh nee. “It wus used to havin’ people say ‘some day’ an’ ‘in th’ near future’ when they wus promisin’ vi'iet lined! Mmousines an’ di'mond neck plasters. But it certainly got my goat to have them words associated with eate. It guy's countenance, Go yuh Bnow, ell {done wus te promise te “Wall, ae could hardly beasted an alma mater,” I reproved. “Go oni that’s why eo many of; stop your Kaoaking and tell ebewt the sastemy Gay tint win’ ony vou ote |thom prefer a reund of drinks to ajnext” VnTiieags PR, meal" ‘aw, Gack cm @' dhl" me oom. ‘Wel, yub a vetiove me & wus all| Berry opens 1 could Go to besp Crem Surgettia’ 2) "ow you'll have wus a lady om? testi’ @8 plate giast| loaf tm, metesd window with @ frent wy Bie face!| comer.” But by @ great effort I contrefied my| ‘Tes.” Mr, | temp'rament an’ left him inact, Yeh|are taming ‘certainly DO meet irvitations in this|/and petting world, don't yun?’ Lables’ crazy over the walts. Fits had never learned t® waits, But he teck » gow | Private iewons and let it be known that he was a peerless waltser. | them. Ewvery one else atopped dancing to admire ¢! performance, ‘He and Dorothea atruck the floor with a crash. She fainted. last broke his bonds. He learned that meals a day, and that sauerkraut, sausage and beer formed her favorite diet Also that she could eat eighteen large and not over-fresh oysters at a sitting. week? Away!" And away he went to England again, to turn his back on love and eg the army as well, and te settle down in time as a lonely old London clubman, / | that way, or am I @ moon-calf and @ softy? real answer. She not only has the looks, ‘out sense. Sense and judgment. Makes allowances. Kn male brute, Sh ‘That's the whole etory. Come to think of it, I reckon I'm pretty orapbed with thet girl at times. Yes, I know I am, Wish I hadn't been. |that sort of thing. Must renew those! A gtand etate ball was given by the local prince. So when he led Dorothea out on the floor hundreds of eyes were epen Englishman's wonéqtal feet went from under Rims. In the middle of the ballroom Fits’ ‘That ended his second love affair. He vowed vengeance Wie Gret Gisve spoiled the Germ: the face. Then he made violent love to Dorothes's meet f Fits soon found hi: wenuinely in “What!” he moaned aloud, ‘marry a woman who eats thirty-five times a ‘Soliloquies of a Summer Widower By Clarence L. Cullen. Copyright, 1918, ty The Prem Publisning Co, (The New York Evening World). iT DAY. writ re always scribbling about and ELL, ahe's gone! By Jove, I did that they say so many wives like [ hate to see that tgain pull out, with suppose they do miss ‘em. Well. @ fel- her waving da-dq out of the win- | low can’t be palavering ft-soaping dow! Who'd have/his wife all the th of course, If he were to do that s! begin to suspect that he had something up his sleeve— that he was doing it to cover up his trail. They're pretty wise. AN the same there are certain ttle attentions and things thet I've deen overlooking, and when she comes back I'm goin, get on the job and act Dretty. She deserves it. Maybe I don’t miss her! Holy smoke, this flat ts gloomy! Funny how « woman—right kind ef a thought that after an th years— let's see, we've been married four yeare now, or is it five — fellow would such a gourd und his neckband on see- ing his wife on the train for a little summer vacation for herself? I won- der if th the fello Well, gloomy or no, the fiat for mime. None of that fiddling around with the gang for me, That stuff me. That's aj! rot about the way have whose wives are awa: summer, Doesn't happen, ., boobs are so lonesome they to go anywhere. I'll bet most oj to bed every night by 10 o'clock. newspaper gag. ‘Well, I must write her that letter mew. T'll Just have the fun of telling thag a in eight or ten pages how I miss lite Ilttle attentions” that the women | anyhow! am bs a ae ren se The May Manton Fashions, LOUSE trowme ere atways pretty and extremely faahion- able, but for the Mttle folk the one-piece @ress ‘has its advantages, This model Is all in ome yet Gives the blouse effect, The little skirt, or platted Portion, ts etitched te the body portion end the closing ‘s made at the back, while the tronte of the Diouse ai over- lapped. For miggum- mer the round neck’ and short aleeves are both pretty and comfortable, but mothers whe ere looking ahead will glad to know that dress can be made with high neck id long sleeves af weil, Blue linen chambray is the material tilustrated, and it is finished with ‘eoa!- lopx of white, Dreases such as this are made from any childlike mate. rial, the thinner wash. Well, she's some spouse. That's the Got to cut out the choppy answers and re, \ ¢ 6 year wise ty; dress wil ‘require yards of mateniat , yards 96 or 2% At 4 inchen wid». 4 Pattern No. Teag } cut in alzes for dren of 2% 4 6 py years, = able anes for immesdiate \