The evening world. Newspaper, September 20, 1913, Page 10

wa ~- epiate eubiiniatiinmmaneeaeats le aiieetimimmnnien The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday, September 20.1915... | POTASH & PERLMUTTER or'suir'sxints AND TALL STYLES W Quinine.” Matorian, has written down for The Evening World a faithful report Of their opposing views, “So Long as Some One Tells Her It Is From Paris a Woman Would Wear a Galvanized Iron Skirt With Rein- t forced Concrete.” THE FACE DONT MATTER NOWADAYS WOMEN 18 “AWOMAN WOVLD GOT THE FACE TO GO OUT WEARING A SKIRT MADE UP SO SKIMPY? Mawruss, they will be putting ostrich feathers on shoes.” “‘Say—women could do that, too,” Morris cried. “So long as eome one tells her it is the latest from Paris, Abe, a woman would wear @ galvam ized iron skirt trimmed mit reinforced concrete.” ; “Well, they ain't got nothing on men in these respects, Mawruss,” Abs declared; “which Lashberg & Fast shows me a line of clothing they ere putting out by the name ‘The Bachelor of Arts Clothes for College Men,’ \ and all I could tell you is if any college man is going to buy them clothes, Mawruse, he would got to get into the pants mit a shoehorn. Also the coat sleeves ende two inches below the elbows, and in fact the idea is that the suit don't fit you unless it's two eises too small for you.” “That's the English style, Abe.” “Bure, I know,” Abe said. “The men wears English dosigns and thé women weare French designs. Ain't there anything good enough for Americans which is designed and made up right here in the United States?” ' For answer Morris dug his hand into his trouser’s pocket. “Here's a domestic line of goods which suits everybody,” he said as le spread on his desk a five-dollar bill, In Black and White. (Coprrigtt, 1018, ty Montague Olas.) - ry} HAT are them swatches doing Jaying around the cutting room, W Mawruss?" Abe Potash demanded. “What do you mean—ewatches?’ Morris protested, “They aint ewatches. They're piece goods cut up for skirts.” “Do you mean to say a woman would got the face to go out wearing | “The face don't matter nowadays, Abe,” Morris replied. “Women is got tired of showing only their faces, Aba. Nowadays they wear split Gkirts and low neck waists, which the neck part and the low part ain't B0 nearer together as half s yard already. The way {t looks to me, Abu, the fashions this year was fixed up by @ designer who fs getting paid for it by the feller that manufactures rhinitis tablets and bromo quinine. You can take ft from me, Abe, the woman which is going ‘round wearing split In Silhouetteville. GOT TIRED OF SHOWING OWLyY THEIR FACES” skirts and low neck waists this fall, either she would get arrested or she would get pneumonia—one thing or the other.” “Well, what do we care?” Abe commented, resignedly. “The skimpier skirts is made the less piece goods we got to pay for, ain't it?” “Sure, I know,” Morris retorted, “but how about the fur trimmings, Abe? We would have trouble enough with buying them fur trimmings before we get through.” ‘ “Why should we got trouble with buying fur trimmings, Mawruss? Fur ie merchandise like anything else. “Ie it?” Morris sald. “Well, let me tell you, Abe, a feller could be a a squirrel so that a feller which has been running a zoological garden for good judge of canteloupes, second-hand oitermobiles, diamonds and wid- years already wouldn't know but what they was tigers in children’s and ders which their husbands !s said to have carried heavy insurings, under- mis sizes.” stand me, but when ft comes to furs nobody knows nothing about them “Milliners {s also got their troubles this year, Mawru: T am meet- except the feller which skinned the animal. If I would want to buy for ing this *morning Koppel Prezworczinsky, which he is got a millinery myself a sealskin overcoat I ‘Would go down to the aquarium and offer store on Thirty-second street under the name ‘Hortense Inc.” and he ‘em fifty dollars extra they should be so kind and Ict me shoot the seal kicks like anything that the hats this year is being trimmed mit patent myself.” leather.” She—We had a most utiful eunrise this morning. Did you see ‘You don't trust nobody, Mawruss.” “What are you talking nonsense—patent leather on hats!” Morris ‘ %, my dear? “Not mit buying furs I don't,” Morris replied, “because a first-class exclaimed, “You mean shoes, ain't it?” ‘ He—Goodness, nol i'm nearly always in bed before sunrise! A No. 1 furrier which knows his business could fix up a rabbit, a cat and “No, sir,” Abe replied, “I mean hats, which the first thing you know, THE SPIRIT OF YOUR | IDEA 18 FINE, BuT ITS NOT EXACTLY : THE CUSTOM, SEE ene SHE POINT? TOWTHER ITCH UTH ee 9g { Tale of a New York Thief-Taker and a Thief That Wouldn't Be Taken } ay Be yg B y O. H enr y ae (agyright, 2011, ty Dovdtetay, Page & Ov) town, and I never knew you to use your brooches and a chatelaine watch, Fit- ‘that {f accounta had been square be- story of hin successful plunderings, ter, and lstened to the words thut came garnet ring off her finger. I thought It ings to the ears of those of the sumber- ALF of this story can be founa FUP hefore. Why did you kill Nor+ teen thousa ould cover the lot.” tween you and me, all the money in all ingenious plots and infamous trans- from thé thin, truculent lips curved Into Stop that! It won't ing millions of the great city who cross?” “I warne you not to talk,” sald the banks in New York could have gressions until Woods, with all his ontemptuous smile, waked to ar them, cries that bore H = on Crane ok Se Pole Kernan stared tor a few moments Woods. bought you out of my hands to-night.” familiarity with evil-doers, felt gro That the Morning Maret... 1 upon their significant, small volume the j K with concentrated attention at “Oh, that's all ri said Kernan. "I know it couldn't,” Kernan. within him want to speak to the managing editor ile, welght of a world’ fonge = dehind the business gice of lemon in his highball; and “The ‘stuff ie in ‘That's why I knew I was safe with ward the utterly viclous man wh ay he looked at the detective with a sud- hotel. And now I'll t y been his benefactor. wants to talk to him amout the Nor+ now. He didn’t quite cover the t den, crooked, brilliant amile talking, Because it's safe, f continued the detec- m disposed of, of course, Stross murders AN right, Titer with his hand when he told some- “How did you guess it, Barney?" he to a man I know, You owe m - 8 at my business. Woods at lengti. “But I advise you to “You the sditor? . . . right. body to call up Central ble apartment, mores by. es Deraion, asked, admiringly, “I swear I thought sand dollars, Barney W js, and oven They don't class it among the fine arts keep under cover for a spell. The news: ; - + T am the man who killed old id get our number. the murderer, while strolling serenely the job was clean and as @mooth as & If you Wanted to arrest me your hand and the professions. But I've always papers may take up this Norcross af- Noreross . . . Wait! Hold the wire: him just one more dig, and then we'll anc woe and lau, Why, tell him it's some one who “I've 5 and delight and tres iris ‘To some, cowering beneath the protec- tion of a night's ephemeral cover, they srought news of the hideous, bright day; te others, wrapped in happy sleep, they da morning that would dawn down Broadway, ran plump against Der peeled onion, Did I eave @ atring wouldn't make the move. taken a kind of fool pride in tt. And fair, ‘There has been an epidemic of 1M not the usual crank ch tie). DeUEhe & sesome Coatbee . hanging out anywhere?” “I haven't forgotten,” said Woods, here ts where I go ‘busted” I guess burglaries and manslaughter in town there ‘sn't the slightest danger. 1 yes. I'm here. yet. the rich they brought # b ‘Je that you, Johnny Kemant™ aged “Sviody laid upon the table @ email “You counted out twenty fifties without I'm a man frat and a detective afters this summen* Just been discussing it with a detective You didn't think I'd run from a news: away what had been thelre white the Woods, who had been nearsighted 11 goiq pencil intended for @ watch a word: I'll pay it back some day, ward. I've got to let you go and then ‘The word sent Kerman into a high {lend of mine. J Killed the old man at paper, did you? * * * Have me inside stars shone; to the poor they brought> Piaie fer five york. ogg ohATM ‘Maat thousand saved me and-—-well, they I've got to resign from the force, I glow of aullen and vindictive rage, 2.90 A. M, two weeks ago to-morrow. of forty-eight hours? Say, will you another day, “No leas.” cried Kernan, hearitiy, “Tf stig the one 1 gave you the last were piling my furniture out on the guess I can drive an express wagon. "To h—| with the newspapers,” he <*> Have a drink with you? Now, quit being funny? Goodby, old boy— — All over the city the eri Mt fan't Barney Woods, late and early of Curistinas we were in Saint Jo. I've sidewalk waen I got back to the ho Your thousand dollare is further off growled “What do they spell but brag hadn't you better leave that kind of sorry I haven't time to call on you, ing up, gid Baint Jo! You'll have to show me! got your shaving mug yet. I foun@ And wo,” continued Kernan, “you . Johnny." Rog eT eccte in bceur letters’ talk to your funny man? Can't you tell I'd feel pertectly safe In your sanctum : that dhe’ alipslag ot’ ont What are you doing East? Do the sreem this tinder a corner of the rug in Nor- being Barney Woods, born as true as "Oh, you're weloome to it," said Buppose they do take up a case-what Whether @ man's guy.ng you or whether asinorum. ‘Tra-I cogwheel in the machinery of tee Goods circulars get out that fart”? cross's room. I warn you to be careful steel, and hound to play @ white man's Kernan with « lordly air, “I'd be does it amount to? The pulice are easy YOU're eing offered the biggest scoop “He's ae mad as a cat that's lost a mad the alecpare white ‘Eve been in New York some yeara.” what you say. I've got It put on to "tft @ finger to arrest Willing to call the debi off, but T know enough to fool; but what do the news: "Our Paper ever had? mouse,” said Kernan, hanging up the ¢ at the mercy of fate,. the gold Woods “I'm on the city detective yoy, Johnny, We were old frienda on, Tn you wouldn't have it, It was a lucky papers do?” | but galt Shatis. oa: It's a bobtall scoop receiver and coming out, "And now, vengeance, promt, grist, rowan Gad t I must do my duty. You'll y day for me when you bot 5 oll lon't know," Woods re- tt Sou © sty a h mney, my boy, we'll Ko hor doom that the now figure i ee enc vee harman: arene ko the chair for Norcross.” v. And mow let's drop the mint rm fae euearine papers have done i" MY name and address. . . . Why? enjoy ourselves until a reasonable Yed- had brought them. shrill ana eet sale amiling Joy and patting the detective’s ‘ keap quiet w Of to the Weat ona morning Main, T prod, monk In’ {hat tine, Pmerea the Qt vecaure T heard you make a anec- time, Four hours’ sleep for me, and tive were the cries, as If the pouny tnto sun 14 Wood My luck stays with me" ead he. I've had a thiret for a year or know a place out there where I can Morning Mars, for instance, It warmed [tiv 01 AOlVing mysterious crimes that then the west-bound. Volves grieved that so much evil and int @ eal eee a thie “Who'd have thought olf Barney was that worries me a litte, If I'm ever negotiate the Norcroms sparks, Drink up two or three trails and got the man *))'MP ihe police. «|. No. thats not | The two dined in a Broadway res- so little good was in their trreaponsible hunt « quiet table I'd Uke to on my trail!” He slipped one hand in- caught the lucky sleuth will have to up, Barney, and forgot your troubles. after the police had let ‘em get cold.” jf want to tell you that your sheet taurant. Kernan was pleased with him, hands. Thus echoed in the atreete of nae to yeu amnll® aide his coat In an instant Woods had divide Honore with old boy Booze, But We'll have a jolly timqwhile the po. "I'll ahow yuu," ald Kernan, rising (Of No more use tn tracking an Intell: gesf. He spent money Itke a prince Uf the helpless city the transmission of the Ht lacked 8 few minutes to the hour olver against his side T never drink during business hours. lice are knocking their Neada together and expanding hia chest, “I'll show you murders ot ae fiction, And then weird and gé latest decrees of the gods, the cries of of oor, not “whut it away,’ guid Kernan, wrin- After a Job T can crook elbowa with ny over the case. “M've pot one af my what Tthink of newspapers. in genere! Boetio’ would} . musical comedy engaged their attention. tho newshoyscthe Cledon ‘Can eee pee # Hing his nose. “I'm only fnveatigating. old friend Harney Sahara thirsta on to-night. But I'm and your Morning Mara in particular.” + Oh, no, Afterward there was a late supper in a pr, Woods flipped a dime to the waller, w 4 per office: you're gettin Sern Ana! It takes nine tatiora to make a science. What are you taking? in the hands—the unofficial hands ‘Mire feet from thelr table was the paid. LNs ST irom, “with enamnbemas, sad Kernan ut one can do a man up, There's The walter came with the litle de. of my old friend Bamey, and 1 won't telephone booth, Kernan went Inside Jewels in my al athe natie at THe MOT CNG CRIPIRORRGY: |. anid Wald & hole in that vest pocket, T took that cu! nd the siption anc eM even dream of a cop." and sat at the instrument, leaving the the hotel could Sa eaenne pat f yet “Get me a Morning Mare,."* Dene) off my ohain and alipped It in alone again ie hotel them {n @ corner of an all-night cafe, is Mare. And then, as Kernan'a ready finger door open. He found a number in the recognize that phrase, don't you? < om rr id and . When the paper came hi there In case of @ ecrap. Put up your "You've called the turn," sald Woods, kept the button and the waiter werke tock. took down the receiver and made ieaceni#® B u Hermon atl wosatiog in 8. vanid and : @, Blenced at Dm thought 0 Pas anim ood'ly 1a first page, and then tore gun, Berne, tag ru Vere wey A he rolled the Nitta. gold pencil aon ing Ha weak polnt-a tremendous van- his demand upon Central, Woods lused it often enough, Kind Fanibling way; Woods Shisking Fao Milne ces leat on a to shoot Norcross, ‘The old fool with a thoughtful forefinger. “I've ty and arrogant egotism—began to stil, looking at the sneering, cold, vis:- p doean't it, to have the fulness ae an upholder of the law... ‘tite on it with the lttle gold pencil Jo a year before I did.” the buttone cn the wack ef any cont on you, If I'd a-paid that money back ow twee "e fevounted ate tant face waiting singe to the tra niyaterious But, as he pondered, his cye brigitened (WN hata the news?” yawned Kernan, “I'm selling #hares In a copper mine.” with @ peeviah little .22 and T had to —but T didn’t, and that nettles It. It I pamerfll Grean Of Rane | slog with @ speculative Tent, of ering oe 1 lee She ieee Kernan, "1 nay eatablih an of sop nim tne old lade was a darling, bad break fm making, Johnny, but Anu! good government and tell you what | "T wonder if it's possible,” he said to Of Writing: hore, Well, well! And so old Bary She just tay in bed and aaw her $12.00 can't dodge it You helped me once, TER CAVE GIRL. Bul Ihe cai yonitae cote Cink Nao # CAME than en tae ha Sete ne caine Umteaee pie th Nerning Mares K Bee tar Lane Gah Rou ware: eennny, Recmnen ae Riihant wm ehire, hd Ht calla for Che tale “Fue Cave Girt,” by Magar Rice Burroughs, author of “Te: foolno, von dont think Tima fraud. parative atiliness of the early morning Nan the ong thourund dollae oad police in faint Jo after I left to have back a litth glass, with a flushed emia Apes,” wil) begin sertal publication in The Evening World Monday, 22, JT ean tell it by your vot * ¢ * Now, was punctured by faint, uncertain o comiig to me for his arrest and convine end wous te Sane aes 5 ee Sale ge aL "Phe Cave Girl" te even more unusual and more exciting tha Ne and Vil ive you a pointer that that ‘seemed mere firefties of | tion, BARNARD Woops," KX montis,” said Woods, “And now married old Norcross for hia money, ‘ sa Jolly go the Apes.” 20 deals with ‘ ves to yous OF couse yOu Ne. Ame Growing, IRMA some thes gee OusHE they. would ' ¢o there's one more question, Jghnny. I've right. Don't they hang on to the little low.’ island peopled by ape-m bet ale Cone. WAP UES Cron be ROSIE One. Wane ple we lo that. aatd “Woods, "when you were followed your record prettygrlaye ever trinket from. the Man Who Lost Out, ‘I don’t believe,” went on Woods, | glorious wie girl aur stel,, HAl-OF She second Butwn OF TUE, ‘wagnne (a9d Infrequent care sollving ‘em a9 ban. Now, Jonnny, Mints rou did shat bets job in Saree There were alk sings, two quietly, ag be were thinking alou on old Mra. Norcross’s nightgown is Shrill cries they were when near—well- Yeu'll come to the pollce station with e 9 quietly, were thinking aloud, bxoken of— J sam it when J took the known cries that conveyed many mean: m : . . ‘ 7 nen” Soom sae Snowe sre eet covers eye Oe ee ee ay tive, with his pale, mandy mustache, equinting eyes and ready made cheviot sult. business are you In now?" asked Woods. “You know you left Saint 1 )