The evening world. Newspaper, September 25, 1913, Page 18

i { 5 t The Evening World Daily Magastad@ Thursday, September 25; 1913 Clorid. ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPR PULITZER, | Published Daily Except Supday b7 the Press Publishing Company, Nos 68 u rr | | v Row, New York. RALPH PULITZER, Prowident. 63 Park Row, J. ANGUS SHAW Treasurer, 63 Park Row. JOSEPH PULITZER, Ir, Secretary, 63 Park Row, Entered at the Post-OMice at New York as Second-Class @ubscription Rates to The Kveuing/Mor England and the World for the United States All Countries tn tho I a Canada, Post One Year. ass $3.50 .20/One Month, ...NO, 19,026 THE HOUSEWIFE MAKES HER CHOICE T° “farm to family” co-operative market experiment in Brook- | lyn has come to an end. Its sponsors profess to be satisfied with what they claim it has proved, namely, that farm products can be shipped directly from the farm to the consumer without the meddling of commission merchants and middlemen at a saving of 50 | per cent. in household expenses. Just the eame the fact remains that the venture has failed, tem- porarily at leaet, because it can’t support itself. Its managers admit that it can’t go on unless they can get some organizer from England where they understand these things and are able to make $600,000,000 worth of yearly co-operative business pay five per cent. interest with twelve per cent. patronage dividend besides. | The main trouble in Brooklyn has been that folks wouldn’t go | te market. With only three deliveries a week from the co-operative | store, a housewife had to put in her orders for two days at once in- stead of running to the telephone morning, noon and night, as may sult her convenience. Oonvenience—there Hes the trouble. ‘All optimistic experiment- ore with the co-operative market idea in Brooklyn and Staten Ialand will find themselves sooner or later up egainst the same difficulty. People heresbouts will not go marketing in any numbers on the old- fashioned plan ahead, take-your-basket and eoek-the-best-price plan. Telephones and “free” delivery have utterly spoiled them for that particular kind of thrift. Our ‘habite in these respects may be ex- | travagant, but they have a tight grip on us and it will take a powerful | lot of exhortation from any British “organizer” to pry us loose. The American city housewife won’t have economy if she must give up convenience. eal nites ‘Mayor Kline confided ¢o The Evening World that “in his inner heart” he feels “the present 1 o'clock curfew lew for Broadway res- taurants {s @ trifle too stringent” Lots of other hearts beating as one with his. EE BUT NOT TO-DAY. IVE YEARS ago William R. Willcox, then Chairman of the F Public Service Commission, issued @ formal order directing the various city railway companies to remedy the needless noises caused by screeching brakes, pounding wheels and unoiled curves and switches. : Replying to that order, J. F. Onlderwood, Vice-President and General Manager of the Brooklyn Repid Transit Company, wrote to Chairman Willcox: ' wif 1 have to-day discussed the subject with the heads of depart ments most directly interested and have called for the issuance of necessary instructions to employees in sald departments, and have arranged for such modification of our opersting methods as promise 4 fair measure of relief. Special inspections will be meade st various locations and results ‘brought to the attention of the superintendents of ¢ransportstion and “THE Ci ———— Csharreg and of the Oe SU, TN eriteame Oe) iaent Bow Three People Sett‘ed the World proper handling of cars crews in charge and Wasa Get cassa Got @ te ac ncaa on a 14 Problem of “Husband, Wife 4 equipment in such condition thet sotse will be reduced to a minimum. and Other Man.” , Five years ago the Public Service Commission recognized that Mie insufferable grindings and screechings made by care of city rail- HE twneworn “Eternal Tr way Hines were unnecessary, It recognized its duty to eave the pablio ents Deriies mentee feem euch torture. “Dying Fires" ‘the Public Service Commission to enforce the demand of the public fn | Doran Company). this matter and admitted that the noises were needless. To-day, eo far as intolerable, torturing noise is concerned, tellway companies have forgotten thetr edmissions and their promises Richeré Peel and Letty, hte wife, the |ave deen married for years, Their only oMId ts long dead. wedlock end 6 chain of clroumstances Ondless esacmpletely os the Public Service Commission has forgotten ite duty.| neve combined to emother the first oo Dew Yorks iatest cult arising from entsappropristed affections is avwery, very long way indeed from whet Mr. Dooley calls “the abort and cimple ecandals of the poor! — Dright flame of their love. Then, ever loser ond closer into Letty's life has come James Morice, her husband's friend. Richard returns home unez- * pectediy one evening to find that Morice has called during Me absence. THE NATIONAL BIRD. The @uthor givee the following un- usual turn to en olg and not ahooys ITH strictly fresh egge at sixty-five cents a dozen the hen} savory scenet seems to have turned haughty much earlier than usual this season. Perhaps it is to bring joy to the hearte of the cold storage magnates who ere holding convention in Chicago and pretending to smack their lips over banquets of eggs, chickens and other things that have been dead and cooling these three years. Just when we are ready to launch withering remarks at these lords of the ice box who freeze the juice and flavor out of our eats, the hen casually saunters off the job and reminds us to thank our etare even for cold storage. To add to our confusion the Poultry, Butter and Egg Convention, also in session, reproaches us for wasting every year $75,000,000 worth of the hard work of the American hen in the enormous number of eggs broken on the way to market. Yet, in spite of everything, the hen achieves a total annual output for which the people of this land give up $1,000,000,000! ne oe) | | No wonder the egg men want to pull down the eagle from the American standard and replace him with a hen, Letters From the People “Packed With Human Freight.” ‘herd of humble shi ever ready to ‘To the Editor of The Evening World submit to such and even worse treat- The * subway und surface Mnes!ment. More trains ant cars running are still packed with human freight.| with required frequency, allowing no ‘The conductors are stil tmproving thelr | Passen and, would undoubt- lungs with the famillar “Step forward, ,¢dlY mean an enormous expenditure of Plenty of reem inside! And while cous | Sener Wek, the Hon Lab toed figers engaged the trains or cars behind are/ ¥ SE A SIEM $0 enderge the same process of [7 Mouton. FRANK LW, packing human cattle to the detriment of real rapid transit, to traffic In gen- eval, to the health and comfort of the ieek Gothamites in particular, We al- Jeged lovers and upholders of that beau- tiful emblem of Wherty (Stare and @eripes) are nothing but an ordinary TCHARD erossed the hall slowly and entered the drawing-room, where his wife and Morice atood together, Morice looked at his watch. Delfb- erately he said to Letty: ‘ve been talking for two hours.” Rich- ard was interested now, He had interrupted, ar rat had terminated, thelr explanation. For two hours thoy had talked to- gether with « frankness rare between man and wom ‘They had looked into one anoth yea with yea tut not quit lovers look. had seen that love was posal had decided upon seemed a tame conc! blood, but taken tamely. Morice, in set terms, with @ voice whose vibrations thrilled her, had offered again the service of his complete devotion, and then, strangely end bravely, hed proceeded to recapitulate cir- cumstances that might beve the color of reservations, He told her of his mother, of his own inoral or puritanical prepossessions, and eape- Clally of the claims of his work, the abandonment of which at this juncture would be a 4 e¢ hw truly amazement, "You don't love me. T see that, I know that. How could you? And yet—you're hard to un- derstand. So romantic, so romantic, And yet you're hard common sense, No. You'd do all thie for a wom- an you don't care for.” “Do you me, then?!" “It's only that I haven't dared.” Ghe might yield How easily sbe Searcn ne! | SENTHER To Te GROCERY STORE ‘Two Hours Aco HASN'T Cong = SHE Leda | JE ALL AFTERNOON , BIL SERVANT GIRLS CLUB House OPENED SEPT. 1913 could yleld if he touched her! If they did not love, yet they could travel fast on the path of love to- gether, The danger—her instinct made it a danger—braced her, and ‘then she feared to break his rese: and eo mar that ideal of him. © And then ehe apoke of Richard, and guddenly, to his amazement and her own, she sald: “I can’t leave him. 1 thiak I equid never leave him. It's all foolish- ness” Prepared for etrange turns, but not for this, he stared at her, and she laughed @ little and sh: facedly, “I've only felt it—fekt it etrange- ly-to-night, Perhaps because I was eo near it, I don't think I could leave him. I can’t break away from things I'm mot We that It has meant eo much, And then he—I think of him too, You've never understood him. I'm afraid of a ter- tidle mistake. I nearly forgot about Dim just now. He's anxious, he's working now from morning till night and he's hard pressed. I ought to Good Shoes at 7 Cents a Pair; Chickens at 18 Cents a Dozen COUNTRYMAN living just be- A yond the outskirts of London Grove to the metropolis one day to order a few provisions, etc (By the way, this account {s per- fectly true It te not a problem or a joke. The prices stated can de verified.) The countryman firat went to the Nearest cobble: There he bought a g004 palr of shoes, Not shoddy foot- wear, carelessly turned out or even machine made, but hand-sewed and of ir of Fer the sheep he paid 10 cents. for the dozen. The ten pounds of beef gost him a nic! For beef was half a cent a pound. Stowing away hie purchases in his dig wagon, the farmer next stopped at a fish atall, where for 10 cents he bought twenty-five dig codfish, he pala 1% centh Where Is the Cook? «ea@etha, By Maurice Ketten WHERE ISTHE Cook 2 1AM HUNGRY, DeAR HOURS AGo To A Box oF SARDINES understand about it and help him; he does tell me things sometimes. And even yet I can see him so good and fine. Don't you eee it? He's Got a diind side. We've both had our blind eldes to one another and nothing can help us. But don't you ooo it? If J left him it would hurt him terribly, I know {It would. ‘There'a not the least hope for us, ever. I suppose it’s cowardice.” °° © And then Richard was with them. “I think I should tell you some- thing,” sald Morice, “I know !t already,” he said. Hie calm @urprised and deceived them. Morice paused, and then Richard began to speak: “If you can leave everything, I must respect you. It's eo big thing to do And Letty—it’s all part of my humiliation, I suppose—she'll be rid of me at last. I've felt angry end murderous about it—absurdly, of course—but not now. I've no claims. I'm the one that's to diame. I mean that. God knows how it all came about. It might him more, For he wae forced to pay 16 cents for @ bushel of rye—a sum out of all proportion to his purchases. Tt was cheaper, you to buy meat than the rye bread to eat with it, But hie ensuing trip to the draper’s for enough homespun cloth to provide him with a winter sult, atoned for the high price of the grain. For he found that stout homespun cloth was eelling at 12 cente an ell, or # 8-5 cents @ yard, ‘The far had no trouble in carry- ing hi ome in his wagon, For the wagon was large. He had driven it to London full of frewo: and this wagonioad of wood he had sold for 13 cents. ‘The foregoing prices are all accurate. The high cost of tiving had not yet Ait Engl For, you see, all this hap- |. | Pened several yeare ago, In feot, it was at the beginning of the sixteenth century, Turing the next hundred years prices boomed #0 per cent, and wages didn't. And things have happened more or His vielt to the grain merchant cost! less thet way over aince, ‘The Evening World will "tow 1 Got My First Ral; ‘The story must be ¢: must give the writer's actual cumstances caused {t? Tell the aggerations or attempts at tine writ! Box 1354, New HOW I GOT MY FIRST RAISE pay @ cash prize of $25 for the best account of sin every Aaah tad, subir to confirmation. It r what service or series of services was the raise awarded? What clr Story ‘briefly, simply, naturally, without ex- ing. Confine your narrative to 280 words or less—prefer only one side ee RS Address ‘Tirst Raise Eakor, Evenin) 1. 2 in obtaining his first tmcrease of ably less. Write on is World. P.O, 5 A Strange Love Situation Uniquely Handled by Allan Monkhouse tn “Dying Fires.” have been different. I'm not sorry that I married you, Letty, Those were good days. Yes, I'm sorry for you." “I don't think you understand,” sald Morice. “Go, if it's best for you, Letty,” said Richard; “but je it? Can you do it? I'm not thinking of myself. If you etay here it'll be quiet and, I think, different. We might hit off some kind of friendliness. I know it's ludicrous to make such offers, it—well, it's not jealousy of Morice, ther. I'm afraid of your making a horrible mistake, and all through my fault. Don't go. Wait a little, T can’t reason with you, I feel un- commonly like a child,"* ‘Im not going,” eaid Letty. “Peel,” said Morice, “before you T offer her my entire devotion, I'll do what she tells me, I'll come wher she telle me. Yes, and I'M throttle you when she tells me.” “I don't think that will be neoes- sary,” waid Richard. He turned to ‘You're not going?” “Well, I'm immensely mustn't thank you, for it me. But you're not going.” “This ts not @ resolution for all time,” aid Morice, “It may not ” “Oh, yes," eaid Richard. @ drute you'll come in attil."* Letty aid nothing, Sudden, tm. menae changes in her itfe followed one another fast. And Morice, lately @o near, was receding: he was far from her already. They parted quietly, dejectediy. ‘When he had gone phe attended te Richard's material wants, slight as they were, punotiliously, He aid not ask for an explanation and he ave none He was kind in his man- ner to her, and she could not tell whether hie broodings concerned her er that other preccoupation, She eow that she need not fear the re- turn of tho lover in him, And Morice walked away sadly. He had @ Ourning memory and a Profound disappointment. A in contempt for himself was, perhaps, the reflex of the contempt thet others might feel for him. His rea- gon gave him @ formal approval. ‘His thoughts glanced at Richard without malice, He had been goaded to the attack just now, but he pitied the fellow. They wei lt pitiadle together; there was no glory any- where. le stopped for a moment, struck dy that. Surely {t must be wrong !f this arrangement brought Joy to nobody. But he could not turn deck; right or wrong, it was over, And his devotion—his devo- dom remained. | “it I'm A void.” . you are perfectly fascinating and along comes another and wants to MAN'S heart {s like the New York weather—always a little unsettled, Two people who marry each other are usually “on the came wire” until the affinity cuts in—and the wires get crossed in the “luminous Pshaw! Every man has a different “ideal,” and jest as you think gelic, according to one man’s notion, form” you, rag-time medley? 5. Why does a'man always want to keep several flirtations on hand @ time—to mix all the colors on life's palette until it is nothing bet smudge and all the notes in love's sweet song until it is nothing but Isn't ft funny! No matter how her suddenly becomes a duty. much a man fs pining to call on a trl, the moment he makes an engagement with her the pleasure of seeing “engagement.” Every man regards himself as A coquette fs just a “stock actress,” ready and waiting to role from Circe to Léttle Eva, according to the requirements of play any her next his “brother's keeper,” and ome of them merely has to do something awful, and then put up a distress signal, to have every other man in sight or hearing rushing to the rescue, Certainly, women ought to have the privilege of proposing, but the average man would forgive a woman sooner for asking him to steal for her or die for her than for asking him to marry her, a vampire as over a KITTEN. Domestic Moving Day! Scene: Brown's flat at 6 A, M. awakes in answer to the rigorous O6-cent alarm clock, Mr, B., 9 frewely unconscious, continues bis live imitation oft @ buss saw.) RS, B. (shaking him cruelly)— ia! Get up! It’s tong past time {t is for you to get up et course it only makes it harder for me. Because I'LL have to do al] the work, Mr, B. (squinting through one eye)— Mre. B, (eagerly)—Why, the prepara- tion for moving of course. Have you forgotten that we're going to move to- day? After you made all the arrangs- ments with the company too. Didn't you go to the Bull Storage Warehouse because Mr. Bull was a member of your club and you thought he'd do it better than any one else? Why, YOU know all ebout it. All I xnow ts that we're going to move. (Pause) Are you listening to me, Henry? abbing hold of his foot vers)—Liesen, Henry! ‘Those men usually get to places aw- fully early, ‘specially when their busy season. And this IS their busy Most Mkely they'll be here at ‘clock and howl! they find you? lking around in your nightsnirt! ‘ll be a nice picture, won't it? Go now, Henry, get up. Mre, B. (almost in teara)—Aren't you Minus Nothing. G6] T f bed emoush to be © young doctor, | young lawyer or @ young peeacher—their work jo worth very, vary Uttle—but bow auch wore {t is to be @ young sculptor, whos work fe worth minus sothing, whose work, instesd of ereating value, destroys It." ‘Tee epmnter wes Charles Granfty, the eculpter, of Philadeipbis, ‘He continued with @ emile: “why doa't you have your statue carved out of that black marble!’ one young sculptor ested ‘another, ‘Boon your money will be all gune and youll beve othing but @ clay model for your work,” ++ “Well, you vee," was the other young eculptor's evpty, ‘as Jong as I don't make » etatue out of that block of marble I can ouil 18," “—Phitadelphia North American, A Quick Retort. EPRESENTATIVE HINEBAUGH, @ new member from Iizoie, was “handed fot tong ago by @ local newspaper woman, Hinedaugh eat tn dis new office at bis new desk with @ wew typewriter and @ vrs general etr of perveding the atmosphere, n'7White for a Weal eporonched Dim, asking for qome bind of a story, expecially © joke. “Joke,” remached the sew member, Hits From ‘That Bfichigan man who underwent twenty-four operations in ten years must have been to the surgeons what Harry Thaw has been to the lawyers, °ee ‘The Prince of Monaco tells the exact truth when he saye that beryl] A Wt of Argentine beef ts reaching New York, but how much of it ts reach- ing the consumer? ee Postmaster-General Burleson having decided to stop sending the magazines by freight, the Christmas numbers ought to be on the news stands in @ week or two. . @xcelient opportunity for the fellow who hasn't taken his vacation yet to! ‘vest Mexico, as all you have to do ts to cabbage. —— By Alma Woodward — Henry, Henry, look how late it) , Siderate man, and When a modern man loses his head it {sn’t so often over a siren or Dialogues Oaprright, 1913, by The Prem Pubdiish ing Oo. (The New York Eveaing World), awful, Henry? When you know I'm ell worked up about moving, anyway! I should think the least you could éo would be to up when I ask you fo, I shouldn't bit surprised If they’a be ringing th Ml in Afteen minutes or ao. Mr, B. (dream!ly)—1 should harass myself! Mrs. B, (indignantly)—Well, all I can say fe that you're a selfish, tncon- goodness knows where you'd get another woman te put up with you! (In a sudden ourat of vengeance.) Maybe you don't knew that I'm looked upon almost as @ mar- tyr by my friends! (No anawer,) (Mrs, B, goes inte the kitehen and techies the mu ean OS inuiee the apr lor hfast_ beverage the ne of the aleeping Mr, B. He begins te it up and take notice) Mr. B, (mildly from the dedroom)— Carrie! Carrie! What're you doing up #0 early? (Mrs, B. storms the bedroom like @ eyclone, @m snapping and breath coming short and sharp.) B, (swittly)—Don't you try te Sottsoap me after the way you've act- ed this morning. Mr. B. (in blank amaze)—But why are you getting breakfast 80 early? Mrs. B, (almost ecreaming)—Becauee the men are coming! The moving men are coming! What's the matter with you this morning? Can't you under- stand English? Mr. B. (mild and gentle as a sephyr —But they aren't coming until 2 thi afternoon. I thought I told you that thay had two Jobs to do to-day, Each crew has to do two a day at thig sea- » Didn't I tell you that, . B. (collapsing)—Tell me? You KNOW you didn't tell me, you—you— you brute! Hoo-hoo! RARER. _SeiebiNhaeinan ies aaRAGARIRaemnmatnemmame fm the mow chair and amiling gentelly et the ‘new woman" sitting opposite; “1 don't taow ny Jobe, uniom it ts on me for being elonted last “Well, herfty," replied the newspaper women, jually genial emile, “In thet eee 1 think the Jobe fs om your constituents.—Waesh- ington Star, —_——__ How She Did It. 5 @ married couple were walking down one of the main thoroughfares of a city, ays Houston Post, the husbsnd noted the A woman | “' Sharp Wits find the price of @ railroad ticket dewn there and Uncle 6am will pay your way back,Boston Tranroript. eee A good many of the biondes are tem- porary, but s brune! . ‘What has become of the old-fashioned 7m who saved enough money to build and furnish a home for bis bride?—Philadelphia Ledger, ° . ‘We have our doubts concerning the authenticity of that story telling of ¢” couple that were recently ‘married in three different tongues." Can't believe any woman would promise to ebey ta three languages, ° ee Ld Our {dea of the acme of usel vice ts that of a Boston ie warns people against eating too muse ipbig Ioguirer, i \) i \ \