The evening world. Newspaper, July 22, 1913, Page 14

ag tte Ce ct. RETABLISHED BY JOSEPR PULITZER, | tees Detty Meseet Sunsey v7 the Freee Pudlisning Company, Nos. 68 to at the Post-Office at New Tory 00 Becond-Clase Matter. Evening 4 and the Continent and eo 08.60/One Year, a +esceses seo 80/One Month... ++ sevcccseceseseesseceoeseeNO, 18,963 WHO'S AFRAID? OW fe @ good time for every one wio is nursing symptoms of =. N “silent panic” to bring out his forebodings and let the air and sunshine get at them. The country begins its flecal year with favorable trade balance of $640,000,000. According to the latest figures of the Department ef Commerce the volume of our exports is nearly double what it was ‘tem years ago. Exports of manufacturers have increased in value from €468,000,000 in 1903 to $1,200,000,000 in 1918. Despite all “gaflroad disturbances traffic returns show a continued gain in gross earnings over last year. The season is far enough advanced to con- firm the earlier reassuring crop estimates. There is certainly no sign @@ feverish and unhealthy speculation in Wall street. Hardly « week goes by without emphatic assurances from some Western railroad R t or business man that in his section “skies are cle.r and : prospects never better.” : | Why then these vague shivers? Why these whispers and rumors F . of Gadverse influences”? If we could locate these centres of nervous- ; and fear should we find them to be in reality few and not worth E about? Is it that certain fat privileges long enjoyed are " threatened with destruction and that tho bereft are trying to groan "lend enough to alarm the whole nation? What is actually happening is a readjustment of business on a fatger and more equal basis, When the prosperity of the country is as geal as the facts show it to be, who is going to worry over the wails ef a fow who find thelr private and privileged pickings not all that | they used to be? a. ht THE SWISS GUARD. HE Swiss Guards at the Vatican have caught the strike fover . and are pestering the Pope with grievances and demands. ,@ They want “union” officers, no irksome drill and the right te drop into wineshops. Swiss Guarde—prized for centuries in armies and courts as the , meet loyal, devoted soldiers that ever entered foreign service, fathers, \) tomb and grandsons faithfally serving the eame masters! The Swiss @uard at the Vatican was established four hundred years ago, and ealjstment long since became hereditary. Picked Swiss, superb men of six feet and over, used to be the favorite body guard of kings. In ite years of greatest glory the PP Feenth Monarchy owed thom much. And on the fatal Aug. 10, 1792, rs the Paris rabble howled for the heads of Louis XVI. and his , it was the Swise Guarda who alone could be trusted to defend | the Tuileries. It was the Swiss Guards who obeyed the king’s order te Gease firing upon his “faithful people,” and who were murdered, ight hundred of them, without stirring from their poste. And when » the'tnob poured in to wreck the palace with its blood-stained hands, it © wae the Swiss Guard whose dead bodies etill blocked the great .Times change. To-day Swiss Guardsmen bicker with their offiters, balk at drill and fret for the freedom of saloons. ee eee LO, THE PROUD INDIAN. a HOUGH the Indian employs no press agents, much to his credit : % T finds its way into the public prints, and he is duly proud y - thereof. The Carlisle Arrow, a weekly published by the stu- ‘ dents of the United States Indian School at Carlisle, Pa., clips from @ Massachusetts newspaper, the Lawrence Sun, the record of 391 _ Pime Ridge Indians who put up 6,700 tons of hay for their stock, *and a notice of 2,000 Sionx who attended the last Episcopal convoca- tionsat White Swan, 8. Dak. , “When the Montana Crows were fed rations,” says the Sun, “they simply loafed. Then a county fair was started. Tho first year F net an Indian exhibited any agricultural product. But the prizes © ‘appealed to their avarice and sporting blood. In three years they were showing 200 work animals. Mrs, Pretty Antelope, Takes-the- Gun and others were displaying fine’ shows of vegetables, A few yeaty ago an Indian's word was not accepted in court unless cor- ted by a white man, To-day, where the Government has carried abqut equivalent to the white brother's.” Those who maintain that the Indian slips back to his tribal i ways directly he is left to himself will have difficulty in squaring their with the facts, In many places he is making an excellent ing beside the pale-face‘and with a healthy pride in his progress rgues well for its continnance, ellen goes we wish he would pause long enough to etop the house smokes, It coughs carbon into Neighbor Bperkoe's Windows so he can hardly do anything but cough, aneeze and take baths. ‘When the power house was being built the engineer man said it would eat up ita own smoke and never bother the neighbors. Such promises ought to be kept, @ven when made by a RR. We think we can hear “Old Put” snort in his tomb over at Pomfret ef a town meeting passing @ resolution to call Put's Hill ‘Putnam’ Revolutionary army called him “Put” and he liked it. By and by E. H. Baker will get up a resolution to mi folks call Jim Walsh “James,” ‘Mf they were speaking to the footman. have been moved to speak disparagingly of hens on account of the they have acted this season, still there is merit in home influence. The at Farmingdale, 3 L, are wild as coote, having no mother to cluck to, t! reprovingly when beni eed restraint. They run everywhere and are quicke Ughtning, while pte holes they can dodge through seem twice as small es the chickens. So Rdbody knows how to contro! them without a mother. We do not suppose Ben could come over and cluck to them, he being too buey, Fhe pond is full of little eels about three inches in length and very lively when to wriggling avout. This seems to insure a full supply of fried o clUzena next season end is very encouraging, as many got the from Mbenuzer John Hill's being beaten for Congress thut fried eels be no more, they being a native industry, > | vest apples are ripe. ‘The little boys eat about twenty per day per boy. MOS Astraken ere about due, The country ts a very pleasant piace for little a M not watched too closely by their ma's, — f has P. M. the new chimes on the Bplacqpal Church at Horseneck played fees for half an hour melodiously. This is a pleasant innovation, Our citizens a Gar Gi sis pessoes ans Hot he view na tt tneite 8 chureh while unm: | nein) Pi male Samaritan, pressing into the circle that surrounded Mr, Jarr and Mra. Jarr and Master Willle Jarr. ding that her little loat girl would never be restored to her, she wax somewhat tncoherent. @at-the policy of jailing them for perjury, the red man’s word is|the Jarr estates would be ultimately re- stored to the maternal embrace, you ® wallop?” woman. gentlemen are!" hard day's work I've done and then had my money taken from me by the gentle- rupted Mr. Jarr gravely, in great distross. paeciul en je] Whereupon the crowd closed tn to wit ‘a| Ness the free ewoon until, with the 7| heat just and confusion, Mrs, Jarr of | came near fainting. @ red necktie and an egs-plant summer eult, “Don't you see | ballyhoo for the elde show behind Coney Tsland is putting on all stunts like that’ for door epiels and to| ‘Watch her straighten up and walk grind in the simpe!" into the show!" said the ekeptic in the “Give her air! She's goin’ to faint!" | purple sult. ‘I seen ‘em pull off @ gun cried the rawboned woman as Mrs, Jarr| fight as a ballyhoo to bring in the boobs moaned ,and tottered, last summer!” ova, 8 Balhae aes ALAT’S the matter, lady? Did this gentleman hit yout’ esked a tall, rawboned fe- Soliloquies of a Summer Widower By Clarence L. Cullen. Copyright, 1913, by The Pres Publishing Oo, (The Wow York Etening World), THIRD DAY, ‘Wonder how the little thing Je right ¥ George! It’s nice an quiet around | Now, anyhow? Gee, ehe went away day this flat! Gorgeous business, this| before yesterday, didn't she? Seems ike thing of not having to talk when|a thousand years! Hope she's having & you come home| nice, cool time. from a grinding) Wonder what 18 doing around town, Gay at the office.| anyhow? to be more specific about that. marand little wo-| summer shows, for instance, Believe But, being a wo-| !' take in some little old show oF other man, she certain-| to-night. Come to think of it, I wrote ly does expect] to wife, in the letter I matied her ‘a follow to prattle| the evening of the day went away, a whole 1 that I hated the thought of going to whether he feels|@ show alone, that I couldn't enjoy & like it or not.) show unless she was with m Queer that women|in all Itkellnood I wouldn’ don't tumble to| show all the time she was away. themselves in this| H'm! Well, that is rubbish, of course, r pect. They| She would pect me to stick around stick around the flat day, saying flat every evening while she is nothing or talking just occasionally to| away. I gues ehe made allowances for the maid, and then they doll up before| my lonesomeness when she read that, a home. ‘ ‘Oh, this summer show has made a hit pops in, all worn out| Guess I'll take It in, H'm! How about from talking business all day, why.|changing my duds? Guess I shall. they expect him to kick in enter-| Might as well doll up a little. No reason tain them and talk his fool head off.| why I should go out looking sloppy Unreasonable, But they can't see it,| just because my wife's away. somehow. Even my wife—grandeat little} Well, I don't look #9 worse for an old woman allve—can't seem to understand | married boob, Now I'll—by George, I why it 1® I don't feel like chattering | haven't written my daily letter to ber Uke a marmoset when I get home from| yet! Oh, well, there's nothing to it, work, Looks aad and sweet at me from) I'll have to do that. I'll just scribble her end of the table when I prop my|her a page. 11 understand, paper against the sugar bowl and read| There! That's done. Now to eee the the baseball stuff, summer show. For Mrs. Jarr atill excitedly aob- But by this time Master Willi emotional mother by ching at tl in eympathy with Meanwhile Mr. Jarr calm Mra. Ji assure her that the missing “I say, lady, did this gentleman hand arked e rawboned ‘Oh, I know how some of them she added. “Many @ man I married. But one day I up"— “You are mistaken, madam,” inter. ‘My wite We have missed ou’ meon! You ar ips impatiently remarked @ young man with The Only Way. rn One Thi Hdw to Gain a Fund of Covrright, 1918, by The 36.—CHOCOLATE. \ {RISTOPHER COLUMBUS, when; When they are ready they are shipped ( he discovered America, discovered to the factories, where they are roast- cacao tree, ed, After roasting they are pulverized. By the year 1709 chocolate was the|This cocoa powder ts mixed with fine fatatonable drink of all England, Cocoa'| sugar and melted by great heat into a Pode grow right out from the ¢runk of | quid paste eo that it can be poured the cacao tree, The pode are cut off,. into molds and come out cakes of allowed to lie on the ground for a day | chocolate, and then aplit. The beans are removed | The cacao tree grows most abundant- nd put in trenches in the blasing aun. ly in the country of Ecuador, It needs Every once in @ while the beans are | very hot climate, a deep, rich soll and | molstpre = umes over oo thay they all got the |abupdent ' ‘Peblsuing Co, (The New Xess Srpming World) Tite “Why did you read such book?” “1 couldn't think of anything bet- for to do with ip” _ Re eeeccccccoccoccosccscveccccoocccce conccccsosooccoss Mrs. Jarr Plays the Stellar Role in a Coney ‘‘Lost Child’? Drama O8SSSOSSTTEROSSSS SSSSSSSISSTNNTIIONSII9SSIICNSINTTD ~The Evening World Daily Magazine. Tuesday. July 22; 1! “Stand aside, lady, please! Or if you come in!” cried @ barker ttle platform just above where Mrs. Jarr ana Mr. Jarr were standing. . “Oh, my little girl! My precious lost baby!" moaned Mrs, Jarr. “Didn't I tell you,” said the purple- clad wiseacre. ‘She's just boosting on the outside, Now Il buy her board and go in screaming, and the grinders will jt the boobs to follow her in.” But to the utter refutation of the charge, Mra. Jarr, roused by these re- marks, grabbed Mr. Jarr by the arm. ‘And with firm and hurried tread, and dragging Master Jarr with her by her other hand, she hurried to search for the missing little girl. “I beg your pardon, ma'am,” sctd a putty-faced man who seemed to be dis- solving in perspiration, ‘'l beg your par- don," here he mopped bis brow with a large yellow allk handkerchief, “but did I hear you say you'd lost your little oui Mra. Jarr meaned that this was true. For, for some strangé reason no at- tentton is ever paid to a father upon the occasions of domestic crises of any sort, A few dispirited men hung around Mr. Jarr in silent interest; but it was to Mrs. Jarr and concerning her that the attention of the curious and the actively sympathetic was directed, “Yes, yes! Just ten minutes ago, I had her with me, and now ale is gone! Oh, where, oh where is my darling little sobbed Mra. Jarr. fas she dresed in white, with little white shoes and did she wear a blue nair ribbon?” asked the perspiring putty faced man, “Yes, yes! Have you seen her? Which cried Mre. Jarr. e her,” replied the the way all Uttle girls are dressed when they are brought to Coney Island. And I have city ordinancé that all children being brought to places like this should wear ge placard sus- pended to their n with their par- ents’ name and add; ‘on It.’ my dear,” coun- police station. No doubt the child has been found and taken there." id the perspiring man. wi and pretty—~ Was your child bright and pretty, ma'am?’ “Yes, she was the emartesr, loveliest, cutest, sweetest child!" cried Mrs. Jarr brokenly. “Oh, where !s she now?" “You may well ask it?” eald the per- . ("T had friends who lost girl right here at Coney ago-and they never saw her again. Don't let th hopes, m, You may never see the entlé again!" Island in the same way, twenty years mislead you with false control, begin to come in, him. house that “homelike feeling.” By Sophie Cc, A. jr. writes to The Even- ing World answering « mother’s anxiety for her Dartly unsuccess- ful eon. He aske W. feel he is too good to work and to mingle with cer- tain fellow em- ployees? “Does he believe the work to be too degrading or fe it to his lik- ing? “Has he put forth his best effort in each undertaking? “Has he been in the habit of sticking right to his work at the close of the day until it is satisfactorily completed? “Or has he his hat on waiting to be dismissed for the day? “Is he on time at h's work every working day in the week? “Does he try to have each day's work excel that of the previous day?” He further says: “My advice to any young man is to pick out the work he is most adapted to and to go Into it as if his very life depended on doing each thing he does as nearly perfectly as human Ingenuity can make it. He won't have to worry about success and his future.” And in this last statement funda- mentally les the real reason for suc- cess or failure, The tragedies of the The Sigh of a Slave. i ae have bound me in whalebone and steel, Are You the Right Man For the Job You Hold? Copyright, 1918, by Tee Pres Publishing Co, (Tbe New York Evening Werld,) every day who ts do j Sccomplishment of the ‘They have frizsled my hair o'er my eyes, They*have crippled my foot witt a foolish heel, And a shoe just half my size! And, though I may eome day vote, In the beautiful “after while,” I shall never be more than a shackled slave While I bow to the god called “STYLE!” When @ man marries it is merely @ proof of his utter lack of eelf- The depth of a man's emotions during courtship can usually be meas ured by the height of his collars, their’gradual rise and descent deipg én exact ratio to the rise and wane of his love. Fools are not eatisfied to “rush into” matrimony; they alwaya inaist, on “rocking the boat,” after they get in. The greatest objection to the slashed skirts ts not that they have a! tendency to show so many alluring ankles, but that they have a to show so many that are not alluring. hy Most of us have charge accounts with Fate; and just about as we heve wearied of or forgotten our youthful follies and extravagances the dille . 7 A man never forgets bis first love—nor forgives her, if she marrieg After a few years a husband's grumbling, like the purring of the cat, the ticking of the clock and the bubbling of the kettle, sort of gives the Irene Lc 5, are chronicled by the man and vice versa. No man can be of himself and his work who Re ever doing something DISTASTEFUL to him. Besides he is taking advantage of some OTHER person's opportuaity—- the opportunity of somebody who would Uke THAT particular work, THE EFFICIENT MAN IS RE WHO NOT ONLY SUITS THE JOB, BUT WHOSE JOB SUITS HIM. He s the man who forges ahead, For he would not be satisfied to come tinue in one Hne—the line of least re- sistance, He {s interested in the par ticular work at hand and looks for- ward with the SAME interest to the ser work be yond that. a The average successful man has not always found that one fleld for which he is most fit until after many unsuc cessful attempts in the choosing. Some- times several years are spent in the process. Yet NO labors are in vain. For if nothing else the mere knowl- edge gleaned t) is in the wrong place has inspired effort toward the RIGHT one, Again, the Gocratee wisdom ef “Know Thyself" is the greatest agnet the human being may have on the road to achievement. 1: uth who hae “high principles, integrity, &c..” may attribute his present failure not to any unwillingness on his part to do the work he is given to do, but in not being in the kind of employment for which he could best adapt himself, A Trade Courtesy. A walking down the street a (ow weeks when te perceived just abexd of him an acquaintance whose handkerchief was sticking half out of hie pocket, saye the Cleveland Pain Dealer, Geised with o brilliant idea, the Mayor quickened his pace and stepping up just Dxhind fils friend withdrew the handberchiet altogether without the owner being im ¢he last aware of what hed taken place, He waa just about to addres bim and call bis attention to what be had done when he felt » tap om bie arm and dalf turning confrouted « Quiet? gentlemanly perwom, who returned the Mayor bis owe pume, bandberchief and keys, say bac beg your pardon, I didn't know sou were one of us,” A clared that for $2 he ould sleep there all night, ‘A purse was raised aud Sam was told to carry out bie end of the bargain and call in the morning for thé money, ‘Whe morming came ‘no trace could be found of Bam, the house com tained wothing but evidence of o hurried de parture, A erareb pacty was organized, but with It, “really, four deve, later, Sam, covered with The Old Piano Sn On the Way Back. CERTAIN haunted house down in Georgia was held im terror by all the mogrocs in ‘the vicinity escept Sam, who bravely de- ILENT, I stand within this musty room, ‘These days are dreary, colorless S and lone; No cheering ray to penetrate the too! sloom— No sympathetic hand to wake my tone Useless and oli—my keyboard, strings and plate, And fond admirers in the days of yore, Pronounce me now—O trony of fate— A Tdsance, an intolerable bore, Yet, there wae ence # time, long passed aw When, brightly polished from the busy mart, Go saying, he heaved a sigh and walked| I took my place in Fashion's circle gay away, And Mre, Jarr 414 fala Vag ADOT om Hoe ihuaraba oC 8 glrteus Br, r mug, case slowly walking down the road, CERTAIN Mayor of @ well known city | sou Can go lee Waa > “aan Copyright, 1913, by The Pres Publishing Co, ‘To wlich @am curtly responded: “Ah’s bean comin’ back,""—-Everybody's Magasine, s“ CONVERSATION relating to the teee val Ue of cards the otber evening caused ator Bradley of Kentucky to iniscent, He was reminded, he said, of @ man ‘Mountain sone of lila State, who once dug of whiskey, and not wanting around wit him decided to leave it Grocery until he should be In order that the jug might - ee (ifled, the man took a deck pocket, extzacted the elx of Dame upon it and attached it to the jug. This done, be leaving the ug on the end of the ‘ ‘Two hoary later the mountaineer returned, reat was his consternation, as well aa eloquence; » find that bis Jug of electrified apieite hed amy, “Look here, Jim," he agitatedly cried to ib proprietor of the store. "Do you know what te some o' thot jug o miner" “In coume 1 do, Seth,” was the prompt se- Joinder of the proprietor, : “Jake Howey come along with ther seven o' spades an’ took tf," Washington Post, j i} By Eugene Geary (The New York Evening World.) Well! t The net of Fate is darkly round By ruthless hands I'll soon be bore away— An antiquated relic of the past. it When madame from abroad shal home. ward turn, Among some second-hand martes dusty. wares, ‘Neath coarse, untutored touch mp foul shall burn— A tortured torturer of retuctant aire, Intend of Mozart, Chopin, Bach, “Tyagi be Some “coon” song ike, “Whap Am Ma Baby at?’ as For U'll be relegated sopn—an, met dA. @e dark gPlivion tn a Hariom aot i ’ / eal