The evening world. Newspaper, September 12, 1913, Page 20

= PREP Calan mM = aleep one RSTARLISHED BY JO! Ex day by the Pre Puttiones Daily jeept Sunday by the Frese Entered et the Post-Office at Ni Gubscription Hates to The Kvening World for the United States and Caneda Bolom VOLUME 54.. —— T will not be finished this year. WE ALWAYS PENALIZE THE TAXPAYER. HE new Monicipal Building, over a month ago. The city Who pays for the delay? ‘The cortractors? On the contrary it is the taxpayers who stand to lore nearly $1,500,000. Evidence and figures World show that the city penalty with $1,000,000 security. Both contracts are atill running. deen granted and the end is not yet in sight. | Meanwhile, because of the delay, the city must renew leases and offiee rentals in downtown buildings amounting to more than $800,000 a year and must furthermore lose nearly $950,000 interest on the 41-2 per cent. city bonds issued to pay for the building. No effort has been made to collect any penalty from the oon- tractors. Commissioner O’Keeffe has .piled on extensions and the Comptroller has made payments on work done and about to be done until the city is helpless. It has little or no hold on the contractors. The latter can take their time. The eame construction company that has dragged out its con- tracts for the Municipal Building has and the McAlpin buildings in record time. Why is it that though individuals can put up great structures with speed and economy the city must build with dawdling and waste? Why is it that'in the case of city contracts though penalties are made for the contractor it is the taxpayer who pays them? tee . WILLIAM J. ESIDES a tireless and unflinch B sonality it has known in publi those who least approved his views and policies were the first to sdmire and relish the intensely human insight, the extraordinary: mixture of vivacity, caustic shrewdness and homely common sense that gave tang and flavor to almost every line he spoke cr wrote. We have plenty of distinguished public men. We have fow in whom all others, high and low, feel the peculiar penetrative force that makes us call men great. The Mayor had much of it. Many will review his public acte. The effect of his death upon the political present will be immediately discussed. But just at first we believe that almont every one who has ever come, even remotely, within reach of Mayor Gaynor’s influences—and who has not?—will be sharply arrested with a sense that a very real man ie dead, a man whoee individuality, whose keen, incisive intellect and temper, cut like a+ $3.60' One Yaar. #21,000,000, should have been finished, according to contract, | vathered and published by The Evening contracts with the Thompeon-Starret | Company fixed Jan. 1, 1912, as the date for completing the exterior work under a penalty of 8200 per day with security of 99,000,000. The tnterior work was to be finished Aug. 1, 1918, under a similar lost in Mayor Gaynor the most forceful, original, pungent per- ad the the International eatal Union veaveeece 09. All Count: @ Month, + NO, 19,018 which will cost the sity over | ‘s engineers now admit that it) Not a kopeck. Extension after extension has meanwhile built the Yoolworth GAYNOR. ing Chief Executive, the city hae ic life in this generation. Even graver's tools into the life and record of the city. pio STRAW HATS SUPPRESSED TWO DAYS AGO. HE imysterious tribunal of those who know ruled that this season the straw hat must go early. With no more prelim- inary announcement than usual, Sept. 10 was appointed the day for it to disappear—es the msehed and dismembered summer lids thet strewed the streets that night bore witness. What's the use of protesting that Sept. 15 is the date? Hes|°® ‘there ever been a fized date? Does anybody really know in any gives yer exactly when “they” will discard straw hats any more than one knew the dey when “they” would'bogin wearing them? As well try to mark the dates in « boy's calendar when the marble or top esason begins, ot on what particuler morning it will be “correct” $e fly kites. ‘ , Boe eure e thousand vonsiderstions public pollay were carefully weighed by “them” before they demol- Achat your straw. It’s no use rebelling. The 15th of September jy ni? eciive Ml nant Mention, Wes the ptrow hot of 1918 was not ‘to out the present week. “They” know. Letters From the People Patgn for Mayor of thie great olty. es it te @t every e. g° IRVING FREDDMAN, 139 Te the Editor of Tee Problem ts <s follow sommion fifference of th ‘Pegs in arithmetical progr. of weather, taste, fitness and rt ‘ake him up, Evening World. Medison The Five Dresses Problem. id Berening World My eolution ef the four num- ton. ‘The Ravit ‘the snake eater, Blodger. bum *The Evening World | ov al! “ay eval In 10 Covert Rew Yonm tresiag Wort). sO” phia, “Yow! “Hise id ratie'* ind rattle, nother dark beer!" “OL Olt arr. and every Uttle continued Mr. m the King Snake of the Philadelphia Den of the Secret Order |™ of Splendid and Sagacious Snakes! Hiss Brother Snakes, and may the Grasp of Friendehtp Crush as Close As the Colla of the Pythont helps. that the numbers will be 25 (354+d) (60—~d) 50, Boer clectrical conductor SOMGMMEY.| The gum of the four numbers in 150,| 9. 7 ‘The etee! ratis form the return cirouit| aig the ave: 1s 87%, d's @ funny thing for the electric cufrent on both the "L” ae & man gets into a 2 and eubway, the third rail being the other aide of the circuit, HOW. Ferestry, ‘Fo the Eiitor of The Evening World: Please inform me as to the prospects the profession of forestry for steady work and good compensation. H. K. Write to the Division of Forestry, Department of Agriculture, Washing- D.C, One of ite duties is to dit- the information you request, Wake Mr. MeCall! a jening World ; T must heartily thank you for your continuous at lea for the comfort of the people, ax you are now making | !% Dut will be, but whon it is It In not, the Pubile Service Commission order | What ts it NAT the street railway compantes to stop <a that noise, he share, therefore is 37% «3% ‘To the Filitor of The World of Sept. To the Editor of The Evening World: Very mveh if he could’ I'll put one up to-morrow, the ofrain of bie coming pam- Louis Republi, ig ROBE SHULMA’ jo “8, Gt ing World In answer to “# G." tn The Evening 10 1 make it “Lot's Apow Gueeet crawid under a Hossy g to kid himself into the b “very dickens with the wimmin.”’~ Philadelphia Inqui r What ts that which never was, never | to be married iim ‘Bully idea, Glad you m York shows, ar [here two wi The camp or more and Nc progres ta other things, B eata them altvel” cried Mr, Bernard Biodger of Philadel- “He eats them altve! ‘He bites their heads off! He grov-vels fm @ Gen of loath-some rep-til @aying, he bit a chunk out of the upper edge of his glans and crunched it up. But that te a tough feller!” cried Mr, Slavinsky, who had entered t the first outburst of Mr. Feallatio Imitation of Bosco, But it was the giaes crunching feat that particularly ap- Pealed to him. Gimme T wonder ff your friend would bite holes out of winder glass, too?” asked Mr, Siavinsky, nudging Mr. The glazing businces ts on the Now, there's a feller what could eat @ pane . Hits From Shoe Wits, cap he is able lef that he Js teenth in the White House, bute girl fen't unlucky to have the White House New lant the customer beneft. sti) you thinking, .|peatpone your Christmas shopping, one wa [Columbia @iate, AT SEVENTY Six Ne) SUCH A Fool IRS OLD ! of 2 by 8 of wire giase out of an eler- vator door and then pick bts teeth mit the wire afterwards!" “I geen them tough fellera from Bitte Creck before,” said Gus with The Poor Farmer! fcene: ‘The Graye’ flat at 7, M. (Mr, Gray enters with legging otep and be dewel wd Mrs, G. (rushing up to him)—Why, John, you're #o late and you look all fagged out, and you're all over'dust, ‘Where've you been? (Me, Gray drope Imply into @ chatr end Com himealt is hat.) (Mr, G. (wanly)—I'm tired, go tired! Mrs. G, (hastily)—But w made you so tired, John? Are you keeping back something terrible from me? ir. G. (glowly)—No, I've just failed ta thing I wanted to do, that’s all. Mra, G, (aympathetically)—Poor boy! Some one turn you down on a big order? Mr, G.—No, not that. T was going to give you « eurprise and it all turned out a fazle. Mrs. G. (compasstonately)—Well, now, don't you worry a dit, honey, if it was for me, I've got more things than T know what to do with now, (Pause) But what was it, anyway? ‘Mr. G. (drawing @ deep breath)—Per haps you've noticed that [ been pretty Interested tn farm news the last : |few weeks? | Mra, G.—Yea, T have noticed a tot of pamphlets around with colored pictures of corn and Deets and squash on the covers, Mr. G.-Well, T got ‘em bee: lunch with a fellow down at fow weeks, ago, had a friend who friend }\ad discovered that between the Mra. G, (ori Mr. G. (gettin that his tri busy and find a few select ¢ whom he could sell dire xclted) Yeh, And he See? Mrs. ‘ying to ‘do’ eo by The Presa Pu (he New York bri serene contempt. shoes mit stove polish and where they come from hop poles and pumpkins is clasved as fruit a DOMESTIC DIALOGUES By Alma Woodward. Coppright, 1918, by The Prem Publish tng Co, (The New York Brening World). here in the city he had lots of them in Albany and New Haven that. Go give you a surprise and quantity of vegetable: every week all winter, of you, dear? there to-day on the you ang? ‘ Yorker not only done all knows it! happened? down there and hired a rig to take me over to the place. itably inclined, In my beart, that J was even going to offer fe canvass among our friends for hi customers. And when @ got there what 40 you think I found? chalr)—I don't Know! fina? i had decided to set onds from New York markets, packed | tomers to|crates marked "Long Island. nd both he/able, ney alwaya do, that some-| ‘The: them, 80 while |all lv the Carmer didn'$ have any customers tricks (ram Daily Magazine: Friday® Se Can You Beat It? @ Goo. Goo] | LOVE You, DE: ARARELLA Copyriaht, \ rane LITTLE HUBBY THROUGH LIFE To Gus’s “They shine their lumber." and my breath is “T'm @ blow add lecided to Mrs. G. (tenderly)}—Wasn't that lovely Mr. G. (dryly)—Yeh. ‘Mr. G. (vivaciout yy—And what id Mr. G. (tersely)—I found that the New he's being: the time, he blamed well Mrs. G. (dewildered)—Why? ‘What Mr. G. (waxing wroth)—Welt f went And I was go char- and get him more Mra. G. (almost falling out of the What did you Or, G, (with @ne scorn)—T found that that “farmer” lived in a Renaissance brick “farmhouse” of fourteen roove jand three baths, hyllt into the living room and an In- door @wimming pool haven't mentioned yet the billiard room in Cireassion walnut or the high-pow- ered racing machines in the garage or Long Island somewhere and he sald his the cruiser in mehogany hitched up in the canal, at the foot of the backyard! with a pipe organ in marble 1 "te = fet “Lying,” says a theosophical expert, [farmer and the WHOLESALE con-) Mrs, G. (gasping)—-Wh-why, where pie ane MELD. lcquses stuttering.” Not if you think [simer there were seven nen, all of! was the farm? ss e Wine Up your story well in advanle,—Memphis | Vhom had town and country residences,; Mr, G, (grinding his teeth)—The farm bight Baie 4 Te Siete Wolds | Commercial A. j# couple of automodties and yachts, aNd! consisted of a finely irrigated truck A ate Aptian aa ne ne me . 6 none of whom had an oMce or even a! arden, producing just gnough to aupply ko ode ising bt ? AURUGEE® BAG fakke Ane acewes ao | The ADProaching wedding of the eva aegis ing but @ hat, a pad and e|His ble. P o> gue he bets he cannot? A. B.C, | President's daughter will be the thire | POcket penells ! Mrs, G (at @ea)—But the thlessly)--You don't say! | shipped? * vers and sec- Mr. G. (tensely)—Left- Porteh: Handle with care!" When he got tired of his aeroplane he used the han- G. (eagerly nodding her heat)—! gar to store the crates, See? (venomous thetr cars from screeching, It is cer-, WHEN HABIT 18 STRONG. Now York 1s as far tnd the th | You, I see what you incan, dear. ly), T bet there ain't a alngle real farm- tainly unbearable, espectslly on the} “I tell you what's the matter with | #* '* any other elty without the com>) ytr, 4, Colearing hin throat)—So neler left In the world! I bet they incu- _ twe cornere of Madiaon avenue at| you—you procrastinate too much. You| Meson plan of government, said the faniner'd been pretty mucceses| pate vegetables in cold storage! I bet-— _ Minety-sisth and Minety-seventh otreete, | ought to put one of these ‘Do-it-now a ful, and that the New York people were| Mra, G. (soothingly)—Now, Jolin, don't 1 q@ish Commissioner McCall) woule | signs over your desk.” ‘The 1914 motor car models have been} the only ones who fought shy of It, /get all apoplectic like poor old grandpa. lots of farmers left, But they @ in New York and buy thelr gold sus-of-townee AAAASSAPAABADABABPDAIAAAABAADAAAAAS Mr. Jarr Takes Mr. Blodger * and Gets Results SSASALSAAALAAAAASAAAAAARAAAAAAA NAAR death!” continued Mr. Blodger. the original cobra de capello! 1’ opm mutton! And the rpent ating! Gimme where I come from, “Yasir ciffivated ears 48 the telegram that the babe srut gees et al Ay OF Splenda ond Gas] «what elae did sou det™ from Bombay to announce the death of bie moth. “1 went to alee,” er. world!" Mr, Blodger bellowed. "Hi: “Why didn't you come down if you hat tia. | ~ baby’a telegram read: and rattle, brothers, hise end rattle fahedt"* “Regret to aunounce that hand which rocked “T don’t feel like hissing.’ eald Gus,| ‘ ‘Deed, door. you jen’ aaid paint de roof, You|the cradle has kicked the bucktt,’ "—=-(hicago “] got @ cracked lip, but I'll rattle with | Sera el4 muffin’ bout comin’ down,” Recond-Herald, you @ while, young fei Bot out th sald Mr. Blodger. ale nine spots and aces on them. @lavinsky the aler, Builder, Repler tl “Now I tal toss ‘em #0, Mr, Blodger. ‘T ain't got much sense,” sald vingky, “or T wouldn't de in ¢! put-4n business, but f ain't guing to ‘bet on another feller's game.” va he "TU Det you," wad Rafferty, wpo had Youd in mass deen fuming at the bdlustering of tion: the newcomer, "I'll bet you anything . ant aiw you like, because I don't ttke your face! And if you tell me to change your face decause I don't like tt ’'0 do & ande plenty!" “Tut, tut! Refferty,” said Gus. a member he te @ wielter!” Aone. sims tantul Mr, Blod ected not to hear a mate: Mt Raftert, t remark, dut kept his eve sik’ ana ‘wool ones on Gus. ‘ome, come, you tin horns of woven in broche ef. Harlem.y he dellowed. “‘Badk your fect that Ip charmin judgment. How many spots on the} Chale Bere eae can guess the nearest!" tom end top always agded up ‘That is, the fco is opposite the five the two, the three tho four. He going te make a remark, but Gu keep off. “Gimme another @ark beer! Mr. Blodger, wald Gus. epots top and bottom?” “T wenty-on agd Mr. Blodger, “Twenty-fiv ald Gus. And so |i proved, ‘I Take him home,” he ad King Bnake had coll eight toe mush “He' ptember 12, 1913 a diamond back with sixteen rattles and a n't no known antl- And he “I'll show you New York eimps a new “Gimme the straight and he shoved back the poker dice that had kings, queens, jacks, tens, Rafferty the butcher and Mr. Jarr grew closer around the sport from the Schzyilkill—pronounsed “ikoo-till."* three of the dice ani 1 ‘ing "em covered with the box, and I'll bet all you boobs that I ean guess nearest to how much the top and hottom apote will amount to, on the three dice, and added up,” sneered “Re- ‘ottom and top sides of the dice? T've got ten dollars that ain't working that T Mr. Jarr explared his memory for a moment and recollected that on all dice the spots are eo arranged that the bot- en. , the 5 him @ cold stare that was a warning to erled nd remember what hap- King Gnake plops in “How many & eet of dice Elmer, my bartender, made for me, for emergencies. , seeing the had Slagses of sarepariier and it's ter oim.* : “Who's Who?” Doesn’t Amount To Anything. BY CHARLES DARNTON. AVE you ever gone to a little family party where there wasn't quite H enough to eat? This question isn't an attempt to dig up the picked Dones of your social part, nor is it intended as a rest cure for your appetite. For your benefit I am merely trying to place last nights play at the Criterion on the déales, Honestly, as the weights, if not the measures, of the th 0, “Whe'a Who?" doesn't amount to anything, ‘This decision may ¢ as a shoe to | Richard Harding Davis, who arranged the hoped-for evening's entertainment, but it can by no meana be a revelation to the faithful who gathered in thel> | first-night seats, For one, t can't help wondering whether Charles Frobman read Mr. Davis's play before he produced it, Hverything else asl ager should keep his ©: clock {f not on the time, Not long | to point this out to Ma Brady, who allowed “Believe Me, Xantippe,” to | fall short by at least @ curtain-raiser, -Yet {t remains up to John Barrymore to make that farce the biggest, though the shortest, laugh of the season, As Joe Weber, who tried to beat me to the door last night, used to aay, “Whate the use?” Managers will be managers! But !t,4en't @o muoh that the curtain at the Criterion rose late as, in every act, that {t fel short. There wasn't even the satisfaction of feeling that the play was as long as the name of its author. Never since those trying nights of old at the Bijou, when William Collier was |in search of first one thing and then janother, have 1 felt @o sorry for this er<_rprising comedian. Instead of @ play he had merely the sort of magazine tory that Is no Jonger pictured on the cover of our dashing*fifteen-centers. To put it gently, Collier @ie@ in his “ohaps.’ he was an unwilling cowboy who: ment store Wild West outfit had been seized by a holdup man long since yanked across the Great Divide, Mr. | Collier had nothing to live for. In cor ing back East, followed by the ‘bunch’ that gives a stage yell to the West, he |merely followed in the tracks of “The Heir to the Hoorah.” What's more, far |from suggesting a ‘“tenderfoot,” Collier |looked more ii cowboy than the other Intrepid actors, He was broad- ened physically if not artistically. On the séme etage years ago Rex “ Beach gave us the dance hall in which F lithe otghatiod! adVaaliner foune. Nib Willlam Collier as ‘Lester Ford, | passing delight. To this last night was added pictures of the “illustrated song,” an well as the moving sort. Richard Harding Davis should pursue study of moving pictures, for the fleld is wide and the profits are large. As a playwright he may easily turn back to ‘The Dictator” and learn more than time has taught him. In recalling the days of “For Congress” and John T. Raymond, hhe has given Mr, Collier nothing more than @ village brass band. To kill Mr. Collier lag night nothing more was needed than that continued | #peech, which left him high'and very dry above the disappointed heads of Bie audiynce, It was all as empty as @ tin can on election night, The play fell , flat. There was one last opportunity to lift it to a romantic realm by the New | England girl who loved the supposedly Wild Western daredevil as a hero, but | this chance was missed by Miss Paula Marr by more miles than I care to say without the ald of a map. Ax for the child's bank carried by the apparently | inevitable William Collier jr., 1t seemed like a family aymbol. | The other members of the enst did nothing worthy of mention, But the blame must rest with the author of a play that isn't worth the time I've taken to talk qbeut it. The Day’s Good Stories Laziness. 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