The evening world. Newspaper, December 17, 1913, Page 20

—— Che EE Glorld. ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PUL Pave Dally Brcept su: by the Press ans ti Bark Row, New York. RALPH PULITZ1 Present, 63 Park Rew, J. ANGUS SHAW irrearurer o i JOSEPH PULITZER, Jr. Becretery, 68 ‘Tntered at the Post-Ofice at New York as @ebeaetpinn Rates to The Hveotng| Por Engle ‘World for the United States and Canada 14-C) we Matter. and the All Countries in the International r Postal Union One es stsrecsqseencomcccoes 08.60) ON® TORR, cr ecenssecssscoeccscos Dee Dontiei ae cusmseatanesies B0/ One MONE... 00,00 cceerecronsoos joao VOLUME 54... ccc. ccesserccrececececcccccees NO, 19,111 ALWAYS THE SAME ADDRESS. O HELP place the blame for the high oost of food where it veally belongs the Lehigh Valley Railroed has dene some olose figuring to show how much the consumer pays the farm- @, middleman, retailer and railroad respectively for thetr services. Taking a list of farm products which includes eggs, butter, milk, | vegetables, apples, etc., the Lehigh experts caloulate that on the ever | age out of each dollar the consumer gives up for these necessities, 5O%e gow to the farmes, 44% “~ © © middleman and retail, , ba * patlroad. In the case of @ dollar's worth of heavy vegetables Mike beota, turnips, esrrots and cabbages, the farmer gets 280, the eaflroad és, and the middleman and retailer 660. The Lehigh officials conclude, therefore, that of all agencies ef distribution the railroad gets the least pay for its work—only one- twentieth of the retail price, and that for an average haul of fifteen hundred miles. Be it duly noted that the Lehigh Valley Railroad is a properly @epitalized road that paye ten per cent. dividends and brings no heart- aches to its stockholders. Inquiry into the high oost of living is again politely dfrected to fimeck at the middleman’s doos. — Tt looks as ff Uncte Sam might have to reminders for some of his gold ince boys when gether of an evening. IT’S OFTEN THE OWNER WHO WANTS SPEED. the streete of the city are more than ever crowded W with yeivate automobiles rushing the well-to-do hither and thithes ea holiday errands end pleasures, the following letter is pertinent: ® ‘Bo the Bitter of tye Dventng Werkh I everheard tonight the conversation of @ group of chauf- fours of the more intelligent type ‘Tasy were comparing their work in the city with that in the country. The difficuity of driving a car on such a street es Fifth avenue was @iscussed, and after mentioning several of the things which make it\difficult and unpleasant, all agreed that ome of the worst was the constant “dinging” for more qpeed from the occupant of the car. One of them remarked: “Wouldn't you think thet when they know the street, when they know the law, and when they know the cop is there, that they would stop keeping at you al) the time te go taster?” ‘This quevy from one who speaks from experience leads us to wonder in how many instances the unreasonable im- patience of “Madam” is in a large measure responsible for the breaking of speed and traffic rules, HW. R In its efforts to arouse public opinion to put a stop to our idola- Qwous sacrifice to the auto, The Evening World has constantly main- tained that while an incompetent and reckless driver is to be seterely Gealt with, a ruthless, selfish or indifferent owner is really far more teblame end should be held the more eccountable. et Why remind es again that the wun will cool“off and the world come to an end im 15,000,000 years? Ain't we hurrying ol we cana? ——— eed WHO WOULD BUNCO A BARD? DIDNT KNOW euch heartlessness existed! Can any man WW reve tr eng he mato vind yong ort oe vince « jury that he is not an inhuman monster? ‘Tits one is enid to have promised with the help of a little music te deed tender genius straight into the Registry of Fame, and enroll ttename in golden letters on the sscred scrolls et from $14 to $21 per. Did he? The poets who paid cash say Ne. ‘Alas, for the youthful Louisiana lawyer who aspired to @ purer qdifing, penned « tragic poem about the Titento disaster, end now fiuds himeelf up against the besenees of mant What if the shock Iusaves him back into his low profession! What about Mayme Schneider of Reading, Pa., whose published works brought from @ more honorable firm royalties of 850, in only atx months? Ie genius to be at the mercy of swindlere? And the street car conductor from Savannah, Ga., whose lyric @ont “Aeroplane Joe” was to make “a tremendous sencation”—if de cent $4.00 extra to put « picture of himself on the cover. Must ‘the eprings of his eoul dry up while he goes on conducting? Let the court make an example of the bard-enatcher. Let tt never be enid that we protect our feathered songbirds and leave our poets defenseloss. ——-4 —_—___—_ Christmas trees cost about the eame as laet year, holly etrifie more. English mistletoe is the finest ever. Red, white and green—get the winning colors! Letters From the People Car Seat Ftiquette. “pecause @ few do mot show the ‘BeRe Biitor of The Brening World: ordinary politeness expected in a girl T read the lettor signed ‘Not a Critic” |1s a poor justice, Just because » gint qiticising the manner in which young|l# not a indy is no reason why @ man women accept seats in cars from mei should forget that he te e gentleman. av. ds T've' noticed many women and girls do mot thank @ man for his seat, But ean Te Mabe girle and women who do not thank « Brewing Warts! A naya a "Spug" 1s @ person that man for his seat are quite obviously | gives no Christmas presents at all, B lacking in breeding or culture, That mya e “Bpus” te @ person that gives May pound rather harsh on my 6¢%, /only useful Christmas presents, Which et it’s true, No girl or woman with fo right? the instincts of a indy would accept a m & man without thanking him . The Evening” Publishing Company, Nos. 66 to ntinent amd World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, Bree W QU, HOTAIR o—« FRIDAY eeeceeoosooooooes Mr. Jarr Demands ouT! E CAN'T GIVE DINNERS - ANYNOW DINNER w HONOR oP low N.O.BODY <_<s THURSDAY WITH EGGS AT SEVEN conts AND ‘LAMB CHOPS AT 35 cents LNAVE TOGO eee eceeceooooooosoes His Rights! Does He Get Them? Not Yet rea US7 way you do about what's placed before you? You won't eat oatmeal, and so It’ the chfidren won't eat it! oe pty “You know I reality don't lke corned beef hash—eapecially when {t's FSSOSSSISSSSOTTS 998 99999949999090 8999909988 89998080 . | Present she/ll quit, and right before New Year's, because she'll be mad"”— “But I thought che was going ta cook tome cho’—— “Well, she te going to cook e chops, \f that’s all you oan think @f!" interjected Mra Jarz. "She's going to You've got the children Mra, Jerr. “Drink your milk and put on your wraps and go to school or you'll be late and get demerit marks!” she added, tumming to the ohildren. “Wl-t-e-e-e-e-0!""—this with @ pro vemerked My. Jars, gasing askance at the corn beef asm thet Gertrude the light running Gomestia, wee placing before him. “Are there more buttons of your shoes, Bmmat’ asked Mre, Jere of the ttle girl “Witte, érink your milk and eat the cruste of your bread!” “T asked tf there werent cho“— te wan Mr, Jarr, “Dat what's before you and be satis- fedt* mterrupted Mrs, Jury. “How can I have azy control of the chtidren about what they eat when you act the a Hits From Sharp Wits. ‘Unfortunately there te no law to for- Id adulteration ef food for thought. —Albany Evening ‘Journal. oe ‘A Massachusetts policeman, now Rinety-three year of age «aye he ex- pecte to be doing hie “duty” when he fa 100, which fe more than @ lot not half as Old as he can say at present in regard to thelr work.—Philadelphis cameras, eee Before !t i» too late they should put up a stake to mark the apot where they gathered around the Colonel at Arma- geddon.—Norfolk Ledger-Dispatch, oe e Of course tt waa the Katsor who sald that “e real man wears a mustache!” You'd guess it from his pictu Memphis Co:nmoreial~Appeal ee Uevt Col. Gatilard wae one of Col, Qoethals'’s abdlost Meutenants on the canal work. Col Goethals says that to Col, Gultard’s attention to small things alone ie attributable a eaving to the Government of — $17,000,(00, — Augusta Chronicle. cee @ome men who shun the hind legs of @ mule as if they were loaded with dynamite will walk up to @ bar and pour mz or seven glasses of whiskey down thelr throats There te uo ac- oounting for tusies.—Toledo Blade. . ° I agree that @ man should gi word “Quismet,” meaning “fate,” woman “destiny,” nd Chiwarwar, for mi inatance,—-Albany Journal, . Our idea of a wasted evening ts to Meten to a man who thinks he under- stands ét exggund the Income Tax law. Inquires, Mexican names of Copyright, 1916, by The Prem Putiishing Co, (The Rew Tech Brentag World). ARRIAGH 1s like Christmas—eomething to which every woman looks forward; which every man dreads; in which everybody is disap pointed with what he gets, but which nobody wants to mias, Love is the sun that dispels the nrist of all a man’s theories and dims the light of his most brilliant philosophy.’ ‘This is the magic time of the year when the sight of the shop win- dows makes every bachelor wish he were married, and evéry married man wish he were single A man never changes much. His aversion to soap and water when he is a emall boy is equalled only by his hatred of a dress euit when he grows up. The modern bachelor is 60 afraid of ee that he sprinkles the path of romance with ashes instead of with roses, You can always tell a married man by the cautious way in which he edges past the perfumery counter, so that the demonstrator won't sprinkle him with any false evidence, Some couples never know how happy they are together until] they have discovered how miserable they are apart, Perhaps, after all, the Venus 41 Milo lost her arms in the usual fem!- nine endeavor to hold onto Heaven with one hand and onto a man with the ‘The doy tried to look at big neck andé then began to whimper, ‘Me neck t clean; I washed ft!" he whimpered. “Yea, I know %& ts," eaid Mre. Jerr, “and how cowld you wash your neck and yet leave your hands dirty? Shame! Coming to the table and going to school that way! If your father would look after you instead of making @ scene when we have only four ehope—and those for company” — And without concluding her oriticiem of the shortcomings of the head of the house she dragged Master Jerr ang Mttle Miss Jarr away from the table to prepare them for school, Mr, Jarr atuck around in the hope of Getting @ chop, when the young ledy questa, the Mise Cackieberrye of Phila- Gelphia, G@rifted in with unkempt hair with anything much eave bedroom ettp- pers and tong kimonos, Mr, Jarr, he- ing married, was regarded by them as both harmiess and uninteresting. Thoy yawned and degan the day with « sis- terty fight over the newspaper. “Lat me see the dtvorces!” cried Miss Trene Cacktederry. "Tat go the paper or TH give you a slap!” cried the other. ‘T wae just fending about thet chorus girl who December 17, | hate. He sent out the war call among his tribesmen. 1913 | Little Causes Of Big Wars By Albert Payson Terhune IOEOHVOOVOIOBVOOOIUGSODOETS Unpyrtaht, 1918, by The Prem Publiel ing ¢ 26--A4 Frontier Rumor That Led to an Indian War, N the Ohio River, near the present city of Wheeling, lived a Caynga Indian chief whom his fellow savages called Tah-ga-tute, but who chgss-to call himself J nificent build and great Intel of the white setilers. In the Frénch and Indian war he had done gallant service for the | English colonies, His own people sneered at him ae “the friend of the | white man." He was of the lofty type of Indian that mainly existe in James Fennimore Cooper's novels and hus seldom boen found in real iife. Along the Ohio River region, in , fan a rumor that a party of frontier folk had been killed by Indi Such calamity rumors were rife on tho frontier in those days, wh ri wa near at hand and | when all local news—true or false bad to go through the wilderness by word of mouth. | Whether or not this particular rumor ohanced to he truo, tt roused | eome of the more lawless of the setilers to fry A Sond of them ted, it was peltaved, by Col. Michael Crosap, wet forth on a mission of revenge. And the | Fredakin whom they sought to punish for the mipposed ontraze was the one | Indian who hud ever been the white men's most loyal friend. They @wooped down upon the dwelling of Logan. And they massaered afl | the members of his household they could fing | Logan's love for the white men was thus turned in an instant to desthiess ‘They and warrters teow other tribes floaked to his ald, For months the waa one vast battle ground. Logan followed the terrible war creed of his race, while he eagerly met his foes in fair Nght, yet he attacked with equal eagerness any defenseless farm or In the course of the brief war he himself took thi ecalpe, and his braves ravaged the frontier for many miles in every Girection. fe was a man of mags id he was the firm friend gence, ever i A Causeless Massacre. DORR RRR a | The foremost battle of the war was fought at Point Pleasant, near the Great | Kanawhae's source. There, in the autumn of 1771, some fifteen hundred Indiane etarted!" cried | longed ecream—“TOOK at your neck!" | and their beauty very much unadorned | married a millionaire kid and then) | hey themselves. These Virginia men were crack shots, \? met a somewhat emafler forve of Virginia militia, ‘The savages found themselves opposed by foes who understood the trickery of forest warfare as well as 44 from birth, and they knew every point in the murderous game of Indian fighting. ‘Logan's red army was utterly rooted. The spirit of fight was knooked out of them by their fearful defeat, and they: sued for peace. But Logan would not jotn in the plea. {oe hold himself aloof, diedaintng te eesk | forgiveness from the race that had wanton iy killed hie dear ones, Te the Governor of Virginia he sent the stirring message that for a century qhereatter | wee declatmed in a thousand schoolroome ‘This message, better known a8 “Logan Gpeesoh,” sald tn part: ‘ “I appeal to any white man to my !f ever he entered Logan's cat hungry and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked and he clothed him of any living creature. not. Buch was my love for the whites, * * * Col, Cresap, > cold blood and unprovoked, murdered all rower oman, not even sparing any women and Rum. % "“Phia enlied on me for revengs T have sought fy I have ied many: I have glutted my vengeance * © * Loran never felt fear, He wit! not turn on tits heel to save his iif Wiho te there to mourn for Logan? children, There runs not a drop of my blood dn the vena \ | Not one!” Lonely, heartbroken, the old ch‘ef turre’ to ¢rink for consolation. The white | men having wrecked his !!fo, tt remaine’ only for the white men's Mquor to wreck | hte sptrtt. | wite senscless, Thinking her dead he ect off in mad plight through the foresta Tn a fit of drunken rage, during the summer of 178, he streck his A party of his own tribesmen followed to expinin that his wife Mved and to bring him back. Logan, finding himself pursued, believed the law was after hin, He turned and attacked his pursuers, In the struggie which followed one of the friendly persone—Logan’s own nephew--was forced to kill him in self-defense, Mother Monologues By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1913, by The Prem Publisidng Oo, (The New York Brentog World), _A? 3 the corner t# tho Iady’s husbend, you 2.-A GLE hop emart boy? Because he's winking o@ In: @on't weep|ber! Oh, no, eweotheart, you're mis the conductor man |*®ken The gentleman got dust i his waiting. No, the | °veo-that'e all : other Well, he can laugh when he gets Gust footato, Georgie. Now, DO hurry along, angel, or, firet thing you know, mot! will be run down by o1 of ‘That's It. eutomobiies. That's the bos! Gear. There we are! Al} eettled. this la not @ pay-as-you-enter car conductor man will come around the fare in @ minute, Maybe Geor wouM like to pay the fare? Would he? Very well, he shall, Mother will give him two dimes. What did you say, honey? Oh, yes, It TS a little nore ex- Densive than the street car, but f'e an automobile, you aes. It's vory cheap to ride tn an automobile for ten cents, don’t you think so, darling? Yeo, of course you do. Georgie knows. What, dear? Yes; I know the seats are slippery, but If you hold tight you'll stay on. Yes, you must hol@ very tightly, No, no, Georgie! Not to the lady altting the other side of you—to mother. Hol tightly te mother. ‘Now you see the other lady im't at all pleased with you, darling, because you have been eating candy and she | has on @ very lovely velvet dress, Did ‘you ‘aay ‘Excuse me’ to the Indy. Georgie? Say ‘Excuse me to the lady for getting sticky-stioky all over her «| niece dress. That's tt You sald very prettily, darting. (Glares) Humph! I must eny she isn't very gracious about ft. 1, for one, am always suspicions of people who don't Ifke children and musto! Never mind, darling; juet took this made gach @ row that the old mam had) way-—out the other end of the "bus. to bay her off, Geel gone on the stager “T didn't think you'd be up #0 early, giriet’ sald Mrs, Sarr, having sent the children to school. "Td ‘a’ Wred to have breakfast mm bed,” yawned the elder, “but ff I lay aded one minute, Irene, who is a hu- man pig, takes everything fit to wear that T have” “Shut upi enappel the other. 1 wish I was deadr “What's the matter?” asieed Mr. Jurr, “There aint nothing to tive for” the reply. “Tm @0 bored.” “Oh, you make me tired!" other alster. “With books not fit to read, and playe not ft to see, and with all the horrfble thingw that are being talked about"—- I wih we'd “Oh, to American and back. It te estimated that he has travelled pater yy ed the Atlantic Ocean, He made M8 trips Yee, you don’t nave to look at the lady at afl if you don't want to, dear. No, the docs NOT own the "bus, boymie, A comopany owns the ‘bus, Ye--es, Seh! Georgie, you mustn't tmk #0 loudly. I don’t know whether the lady's married or not, dear, I should say she was NOT, eweetie! Now what makes you think that the o!4 gentleman in Jungle Tale AV you any poetry?” asked Jimmy Monkey of the Baby Baboon one afternoon, "Yes," replied his companton, “Thave written something about you.” “Ri 1% to me,” esta Jimmy. Baty Baboon read ae follows: "I know «@ ttle monkey. He lives across from me ‘Hite face le very equinty; His tall you ought ¢0 cee (ie tell te very kinky, ith heir ee soft as Gown. ig 20 very funny; } He looks just like @ clown,” " don't like that poetry,” ead Jimmy ‘Monkey, climbing down from the tree. “WS Zeu can't weite comething alco “6 ‘The Now sit down nicely, next to mothor, | By Farm Copyright, 1918, by The Prem Putiishing Co, (The New York Broning World), jin nis eyes, if he wants to, honey. Oh, jno. gentlemen don't ery when they got things in thetr eyes. Only little dove Yo-os, that’s tt, precious. Oh, e, love, mother DOES wish you were not so observing. ‘The gentleman more, dear? t laughing any, is hurt because he lady with the No, darling, you cam NOT go up and kiss him! I know, maybe he would forgive you then and laugh again, but mother absolutely for Yda you to go up and kiss him, No, he hasn't got ¢he mumps, ewectheart. De |ckledly the old gentleman hasn't got the mumps! But you mustn't kiss him, anyhow. te, that tm his ehin— mother cays !s NOT the mumps Sant dear, the gentleman will become embarragsed in @ moment tf you keop on talking about him. Yes, his foreheag DOMS go away back behind his hat, too. Like Grandpa's? Shame, Georgie! That's ft. That's the little ment Folds Kin handa quietty in hie Mttle lap aad looks out of the window at the pretty street. What, dear? Oh, yeu there ARE pretty ladies in thie mua, Georgie knows © pretty lady when he sees one, doesn't ho? All except the Indy in the velvet dress? Ob! @ehy darling! Really you mustn't apeak ous MWke that. What's that you said, dear? Funny the ladies don't get dust in thetr too? But, sweethcart, ALL gentiemen don't get dust in thelr oyes when they ridé tn the ‘bus, What! Papa dees! When? When he takes you down @the Dark every Sunday morning? What! He gets dust in his eyes and miles Just like the bold old gentleman w: doing? Oh! (To conductor) Btop her Yes, right here. Don't ever ask mother to take you for @ ‘bus ride again! Never! aro we going? We're going to take the subway home and then we'ra going tq watt for father,” Yes, we're going wait PATIENTLY for father! for Childr Smith At the bottom of the tree Jimmy met Mr. and Mre, Blephant and he deand the dig fellow any to his wife; “There ta Jimmy Monk he jooke ike his mothe immy Moni home ould: "Mother, dour, 1 fost heard Mine ter Blephant gay how muoh I look like “4 How muott Mra. Monkey wan very much @@ thie and ehe put her arms Jimmy and gave him a great big hus “Oh, mother!" eaid Jimmy, “The Baby Baboon wrote a poem adous ne and he sald J jookod Ike a alown,? | “You watt until I oateh the ‘Deeey Monkey, : me you need not write anything,”« BDedoon," anid Mra, -+