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Soc vmx Che Rise Btorld. ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Pedusned Daily Except Sunday by the Presa Publishing Company, Nos 68 to 43 Park Row, New York, RALPH PULITZER, President, $8 Park Row, J. ANGUS SHAW, Treasurer, k Row, JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr, Secretary, 68 Park Row, Entered at the Post-Office at New York as Becond-Clase @ebecription Rates to The Evening|For Engiand and the All Countries in the I Postal Union One Year. vssssessrssesscacccecs O00 One Month..socsssseerevceccces 8H ceaveseseneevebusassanvsnsss@O) 10001 ‘World for the United Btates 4 Canad: VOLUME 54.. THE ROGUE'S REFUGE. To xente sends forth a circular urging “the rehabilitation of New York in the eyes of the world!” Tammany would save us from “so-called reformers who have been conspicuous in the past by defaming the city!” Tammany, which has dragged the city through a mire of jobbery and graft, would now rescue it from ite rescuers! Tammany, which has blotted and besmirched the financial rec- ords, now casts up its eyes in holy horror at the efforte of honest men to set the books straight! Tammany, which asks only to do its work behind closed doors, would now pose as the apostle of openness! Tammany, which has done more than any other agency to/ shame and discredit New York in the eyes of the rest of the country and in the opinion of other nations—Tammany, which has made its own name a world-wide synonym for political rottenness—Tammany, would now be known as the champion of civic righteousness and purity—defender of the city’s fame. hoe rogue’s last refuge is hypocrisy. —— The “People’s House” has been cleaned. ss FIRE ON AN AIRSHIP. HE shocking tragedy of the air in Berlin, when a brand acw five hundred foot war Zeppelin burst into flame nine hin- dred feet above the earth, killing twenty-seven officers and engineers, comes as another terrible warning of the dangers of the new navigation. The idlers of Berlin who have made it a fashionable pastime to take tea in huge airships which make daily trips over the city grumble at the regulation strictly forbidding cigarettes or even the tiniest flame. The fate that hae overtaken this grim warship of the sky on its trial voyage shows how cautious and costly must be progress before there is anything like safety in sailing the air under boats of inflammable gas. The world is still thrilling over the story of fire on a ship at sea with its perils and its chances of rescue. But what about man’s chances with fire on an airship? COME HOME, MRS. RICE. HE cable tells us that Mrs. Isaac L. Rice, President of the So- T ciety for the Suppression of Unnecessary Noise, is now in Paris worrying about the racket in the French capital. Five years ago Mrs. Rice worried to some purpose about the noises of New York. The establishment of quiet zones in the neigh- borhood of hospitals was one result of her efforts, But why did she leave New York to its fate? Noises in this city are worse than ever. Five years ago the Police Department and the Public Service Commission were issuing red-hot proclams- tions that they would never let up until unnecessary noises—partic- wlarly the racket made by the street railway lines—were suppressed. To-day wheels on surface and elevated tracks screech and scream to Heaven for the lack of proper repairs or a little grease. The Public Service Commission is not what it used to be. If Mrs. Rice has any influence with present members, including Chair- man McCall, let her come home and use it. Paris noises are not worrying us. We have plenty of our own. —4= In welcoming Mrs. Pankhurst-es @ guest we are sure she will not forget that she is one. . ee) one YOU WILL RECOGNIZE HER. RSHIPPED by her own countrymen and flattered to the top of her bent by every foreigner that comes within speaking or writing distance, if there is anything the American girl is convinced of it is her own charm. Not only is she convinced of it, but the conviction comes so early that it turns into sublime confidence that she can do no wrong. There is a kind of unwritten apology for the American girl: She is not eelfish—she is sweet, Tt has occurred to a well-known American artist and fMlustrator that in this respect the American girl has something to learn about herself. Follow the series of pictures of this typical and charming young woman which James Montgomery Flagg has drawn for The Sundey World Magazine. Meet her in to-morrow’s issue and you will find you know her and love her already and—have long wanted to show her to herself just as the artist does, ——————K— You can still register to-night. Letters From the People or else in the word “infringed.” In the wording of the article “arma” certainly includes firearms within its meaning, and how long is tt since a revolver has been classed aa some- thing else than a firearm? Then, again, arresting a man because he has a re- volver in his house to protect himself and his family againet thugs and burg- lara may not be an “infringement” of the “right to keep and bear arms," but, ike the man from Missour!, 1 would lke to be shown, Can any one explain the law? RICHARD H. Beopus, N, Y. Gene Universally Observed. ‘To the Editor of The Evening World: “Big Tim" Sullivan is Garetand this act aright, it prohibits a @itimen of the State of New York from revolver in his possession has a special permit. Now, reader please explain how it a Iments to the Conatitu. nited States, which reads: militia being neces- of a free State, <h@ Convetens, 1818, ‘The Pree Publishing Co, New York Eventig World), 6é REN'T, some of you fellows A going along with me?” asked Mr, Jarr, as he pioked up the Gsh that had been presented to him by Gus'e Dill Pickle Fishing Club. No one answered him. It was a big fish and it had been a Jong time out of water and in Gus's ice box. But a gift te a gift and e gift horse shouldn't be looked in the mouth; and @ gift fish shouldn't be weighed in fits own scales. Besides, this fish, caught by the club, was @ testimonial of the esteem the club bore Mr. Jarr. He was to have it mounted, varnished aed tacked to a board, with glass eyes put in ite head. and then he was to hang it tn his dining Feom and say to all visitors: political leaders, you know!" Buch ts life in Hariem. There a man's Hits From Sharp Wits. Cook books are to be given with mar- riage licenses in Chicago hereafter, Di- vorce court judges ought to get an in- Junction, eee A medical journal reports that Broad- way te “vulgar but not vicious.” It must take @ lot to shock a doctor. eee A New York doctor is suing for ai- vorce because she thinks her husband fe too “old-fashioned.” An old-fashioned husband may be somewhat of a bore Rowadays, but how many husbands would be pleased to have their wives a little more old-fashioned! eee @efeated by a doctor who had never handled a sword before, Practice with the lancet comes in mighty handy on these occasions. eee A Frenchman has invented a cartridge with no flash, no emoke, no recoil and no noise. This cute iittle gunmen's friend should be suppressed ite inventor put under guard.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. ‘Have we “legal holidays" in the en- tire United States? wee “ab, yes, the largest thing ever caught tn these waters! me, upon the cccasion of from the Panama Canal, by the Di!!| for my retura| comforts and plenty ef food, hungered elee—something After fighting 172 duels» Parisian was! *' Over in Philadelphia the discovery has been made that a check for §9,700 was lying loose about the City Hall for months. Verily, politicians are degen- | Gentine, eee friends are noted political leaders, a woman's friends are noted soci leaders, Everybody jeads in Harlem. ‘By Sophie Copyright, 1918, by The Pree Publish NCE upon a time thi were a O husband and wife. Tley both did their share in the partnership. That is to say, went to business and she cared for the home, And they seemed to be well mated. But the man got in @ groove So that In the course of time he began to take things for gtanted—that 1s, as long as he was @ “good provider” (whatever that 1s) therein hie ebdliga- tions end. Presented to} The woman, though having plenty of something that Pickle Fishing Club—an association of| Mother Eve handed down to her ae her woman's inheritance-ADMIRATION. The wife, as is usually the case, valued her husband's approbation and continually took pains to do this, that or the other thing, waiting for the word of APPROVAL that te so welcome to every woinan and ofttimes te more com- pensation than a@ division of the pay envelope. Of course, in the beginning man does not forget to praise, In fact, he is eager to notice the SLIGHTEST CHANGE In her hair dressing or the newest bit of adornment e! ‘Therefore, it happened that many times when the woman put on @ new dress or @ new hat or in any way ight to win hia APPROVAL (as sh had been wont to do before taki him for “better or for worse’), in thi hoy of keeping the fire alive, she al- wuffered the doom of disappoint- He never noticed it at all. ment. Fables of Everyd The Man Who Forgot to Admire His Wite. ARR ARORIA, PECEROEEEEEEEESEDR SECEEEEEEEEEEEE SS CESEEEEEESSEE SESE | outshine the gir The Evening World Daily Magazine, Saturday, October 18, 1913. Mr. Jarr Fares Forth on a Quest For Some One Who Can Stuff Fi GOSSHSSTIOTTSTSS SSSSOSSSOSESISTISSTESISSESSINTIIO® And Harlem leads the world! “Mebbe 6la' mumbled Gus, as Mr. Jarr kept looking y he would go with) at him inquiringly, while he held the you to find the fish stuffing feller,"| big fish in a “present arms” position. drene Loeb. ing Co, (The New York Evening World), One day, upon an occasion of this kind, the man unexpectedly brought home a friend to dinner, and the friend quite naturally exclaimed; “Oh, you have changed the way you weer your hair, Mra. Smith! How be- coming! How well you look, and what & pretty gown!” “Oh, yes, I made the Gress myself,” answered the wife, beaming with pride and pleasure and feeling very kindly disposed to the visitor who had noticed her little efforts. During the dinner he admired her choice of menu and took two portions of the good ple ahe had baked. Somehow the woman was happier that night. APPRECIATION of her had added @ little sauce to the stale pudding of “Just being provided for.” Within her was born the desire for the game kind of sauce. It was no Um common thing for the wife to ask: “When is Mr, Go-and-@o coming te dine with us again?” And also it was no uncommon thing for Mr. Bo-ané-fo to ACCEPT the in- ‘vitation, board was always brightened by his coming—at least for the wife, The vis- itor never failed to give the word of appreciation for every effort that was evident. To make a fong fable ehort, there came a day when the visitor became & permanent and lawful guest in the home and heart of the woman, wh: thetr duty ts done when they pay the household bills, ®ince this woman, Ife many others, Preferred a little admiration to a large recelpted bill. ‘ping paper. wrapped Qoral: THE MAN WHO LDAVES IT| Tse pig fish resembled « roll of carpet. TO THE OTHER FELLOW TO AD- MIRE HI8 WIFW SOON FINDS HE HAS NO WIFE TO ADMIRE, “How | Got My First Ratse.” The story must be true In give the writer's actual cumstances caused ft? Tell the ont side of the Bor 4354, New York HOW I GOT MY FIRST RAISE ‘The Evening World will pay a cash prize of $25 for the best account of lence in obtaining tis first increase of salary. Tor what service or series of services was the raise svuted She etre Story briefly, eimply, naturelly, hout ex aggerati or attempts at fine writing. Contine your narrative te. 280 words or I OR. Address “Piret Reise Evening World, P.O, dete and subject to confirmation, It less, Write on And {t seemed the festive! “Met” Am I abwi to be the goat?’ cried Slavinsky, edging to the door, “By George! That reminds me that Tt oald Mr. Rangle, and he hastened ' All the rest present stirred uneasily ae though they too felt the call of thelr firesides. That is, all except Mr. Dinkeston, who hed no more home than & cuckoo. “The fish,” said Mr. Dinkston I emnly, for Mr. Jaerr’s brow grew sloomy, “the fish hes a cryptic signifi- for the echolar and the antiquar- jan" — “This one would especially interest an antiquarian!” growled Mr. Jarr. “It was symbolic of many prehistoric religious practices,” Mr. Dinkston went on, “the early Christians marked the symbol of the fish in the catacombs of Rome." “I wish the early Christian who had ths one hed kept ft in the catacombs,” remarked Mr. Jarr. “I want @ mere up-to-date or modern type of fish, 00 te speak.” “In the catacombs of an el4 cathedral “Thie ien't,” aniffed Mr. Jerr. “Preserved Fish,’ who, ag a child ‘was pioked up afloat upon a bit of wreckage at sea, his name, his antece- dents unknown. He was adopted by the Fish family and named ‘Preserved’ be- oause he had been picked up.” “I wish this fish had been picked up by somebody else,” sald Mr. Jarr sadly. “Say, why was it wished on me, any- wayt’ “Com he saw Mr. Jarr stood Irresolute. ‘Come, I will wend with you to eeck out @ plecatorial Wdermiat?— “What do you nfiean, @ taxidermist?" asked Gus, “They wouldn't let him in @ taxi mit it.” “Better wrap tt wp, Mr. Jarr,” sald Elmer, the bartender, And he produced geome heavy wrap- » When Mr. Jarr sighed and, with the fish and ‘Mr, Dinketon, stepped out to find the taxidermist, “Why don't the etrest cars stop?” asked Mr, Jarr, after some four had passed unheeding. “It you wil held up couple of olgare,” said Mr, Dinkaton, “the motor- man will pauses. The ruse te alwaye eMoacious, Then hand two ef the clgare to the conductor and two to the motorman’’— “T haven't eny cigars,” sald Mr. Jarr. “Here's 60 cents, Get four good nick? cigare and hurry back!" It is not known whether Mr. Dink- ‘ston got the four good nickel cigars, He vowed there was no such gas, dat.be aover Gil come desk, and tied) Copyright, 1918, ty The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York rening World), | She Plans to Give Up Flirting Forever. 667 WANT to o nice old lady," sighed the Rib, dropping wearily mt ] the cushions of a big arm chatr and flinging down her fan and @feves | and flowers with a tired little shudder. | ‘Nonsense’ protested the Mere Man as,he handed her a cup of ten and Placed @ oushion under her head. “You're just a little fagged, that’s all. betes there aren't any nice old ladies any more. Thesfre all sirens up to “There'll be ONE, at any rate,” declared the Rib firmly, deginning to revive under the soothing influence of the tea. “I'm simply pintug for the day when I can eat what I please, and go to bed early, and chew peppermints, wear & black afk dress and the same bonnet for three seasons, and not cai filp whether my hair is in curl or not, or how much I weigh, or who knows my age. |. “Being an ‘old lad ts one of the most delightful phases of a woman's Mf. I wouldn't miss tt for worlds!" "No, but you'll put it off until the last minute, Hke all the rest of them,” the Mere Man assured her, lighting @ cixarette. “I shan't," retorted the Rib. “I'll begin being an ‘old lady’ the minute= the minute I'm passee, I mean," she went on to explain, “the minute I knew that the love-game ts up." “Ita @ wise woman who knows when the love-game ts up.” commented the Mere Man dryly, “Nowadays most of them go right on turkey-trotting on one foot, with the other in the grave.” Two “Unioseable” Aesets. 66 sighed the Rib. ‘They may lose their teeth and their figures, but Y thay never seem to lose their vanity nor their zest for a filrtation. | But 1 shall be glad when the time comes when I no longer have to other about sentiment nor to keep up a reputation as a ‘heart breaker.’” “But how shall you know when the time comes?” persisted the Mere Man. | “Oh, YOU'LL tell me,” returned the Rib confidently. “You and—and the | Others. When I no longer have to coax you to go home evenings, dut have to begin urging you to call; when you begin listening to what I say instead | of looking at me; when you begin to talk about a woman deing ‘as old as ‘he looks’ tn my presence; when the milliners begin to tell me how ‘youthful’ |1 look and my dressmaker wants to put me in baby blues and pinks inetesd of black and violet, and above all, when I begin to look upon every man I meet as a possible firtation—THEN I'll know, Mr. Cutting!” “And you'll fight it just Ike all the rest,” reiterated the Mere Ofan peet- tively. “You'll bant and take ‘beauty cures,’ and wear flower hate, and ¢ry to fool Time and yourself just like any: other woman.” declared the Rib etoutly. “I'll grow olf gracefull net en Time, the referee, counts ten over me and says ‘OUTT— I'll get out! And I'll never try to ‘come back.’ When the game ts up I ohall |lay down my cards with a good grace. I shall quit a winner! “The moment I see that I am beginning to lose I shall stop playing Instead of trying to recoup. A woman who has been loved once by: the right man, or who has queened it over a lot of them, doesn't find any excitement in flirting with college boys and picking crumbs of flirtation in her old age. @he fen't willing to take ‘seconds,’ Mr, Cutting!" “But a woman doesn't grow old all of a sudden,” proterted the Sfere Man, “When will you begin"—— | J Making Ready for the Final Role. | eee ee eS | | 66 HE first moment I can," returned the Rib. “I'm longing right T for the day when I can get into my new pose and my I'l just go down town some morning and buy me corset and some nice, soft, low heeled shoes, and a cat and a parrot, and @ pound of tea, and some lovely, exciting novels; worsted work, and visit the sick, and sew for the heathen. Amd everybody vice and comfort and eay, ‘There goes thet will love me and come to me for ai nice, NICE old lady!" “Oh, it will be great fun—and all 90 new and fascinating! T/fe’s a etage you know, and the woman who can't play ‘old women's’ roles misses halt the fun. I'll not hang onto the raw edge of youth by my teeth, trying @ and overcrowding the matrimonial market. I'll simply bow myself off the and make my exit In a blaze of glory. There'll be no anti-climax at the end of my lfe—Jjust a good, long, quiet rest.” ‘Well, you'll NEED tt, at the rate you've kept up the game,” remarked the Mere Man with conviction, “But I hope you'll be dreadfully tenesome, en@ afraid nights” “Why, Mr. Cutting! How unkind! “And that your dog will bite, and your parrot will ewear, and your cat*—— “stop! cried the Rib, putting her fingers in her ears. “and that you'll wish you'd married me, and had me there to wind the cloek, and put the cat out, and cover the parrot.” “Why, of COURSE, you'll be there,” aid the Rfb calmly. years and years before I have to BEGIN being an ‘old lady.’” : A The Poet's Wife By Eugene Geary. Copyright, 1918, ty The Press Puttishing Co. (The New York Prening World), Y wife Doasts not that culture; With thoughts of Schopenhauer or Kant M bright My wife is never taken, ‘The Boston dame possesres; | But, then, she's never hesitant Her knowledge of things recondite th vonathe tates ot SERA. Is Just the vaguest guesses. She needs no modern kitchen boot Yet she is such a household queen, For each divine creation, I love to pen the sonnet ‘Thay wins the long, elusive green ‘Because she saw Rose Terry Cooke, To purchase her a bonnet. - And hence her inspiration. Her chowder—well, ‘tis simply great. ‘You almost hear the clam ask To linger longer in the plate tes the damask. rings with eyes agleam, my favorite jelly, And when the lobster comes I dream Soft dreams of Crabbe and She! “But there are It was my lot in bygone days To banquet with Duke Humphrey, But now I'm writing verse that gaye And laugh at all such trump’ry. For times were out of Joint, I vow, Ere Hymen's rosy fetters Transformed me into what I'm now— A gentleman of letters. ' 9, der If any other man ever edopted euch © teviy A Small Girl’s Getaway. | Tye ins ei morw thet normed ter bate 1M evangelist wee once contustirg joint re Sa A ‘vival mestings tn the two charehes, Meth. diet and Presbyterian, of @ email town, v were held every day at the close of ecbool, fire’ in one church and then in the pal dict The Way of a Man. HE Chicago Record-Herald quotes this com ‘versation: “And why," ehe asked, “Go you thine the world is better now then it was tweaty.tive youn ago!” “Became you were not in it then," he replied, “ab, 1 em afraid you wish to fatter me, 1| ¢g0, His wife observed him om nearly twenty-eight.” | dejected atr and carrying bu 4 possible? Well, ino way, I'm gad) bung limply on its standard, proved him for not making “why” “Why @da't you marc You er, I'm thirty-seven, and I dea't belteve let people eee your banzert” sho eald, ony man ought to be more then eight or ame “My dvar,"" meekly replied the profewor, ‘id years older than his wife." | you eco what was on the banner? It read, “Asy “Oh, Horace! How romentic you ere! I wom man can vote, Why can't If’ * LITTLE CAUSES OF BIG WARS By Albert Payson Terhune. 948 ren Smow Wai GaN of WEE sume conan ® cnntied Wat reaes Any Man. WELL-KNOWN university profemor, ony the Youth's Companion, who bas tale» much interest in the women's euffrege movement, was pervaded to carry a darner im & parade tnat was held in New York sme movthe fou many montis ong thousands of lives? ‘Or that a grunken man’s playful attempt to kiss @ village bride started cae mighty war? And that @ enud administered by © pretty woman started another? Some of | the greatest warp have azisen from trivial causes. The e these ware and thelz Bot only educational, but of fasciagting intezeet, “Este Contes ‘Werld, Oct, 00,