The evening world. Newspaper, December 27, 1913, Page 9

Those IFE. vation Commissioner, Equi A ow L BULES OF THE ROAD. By BK. L, Rittenhouse. li-reliant, Ave confidence in yourself. udy yonr field. © industrious. HE young man who would Oe tn my the ac to the Top” the life tnsure {ness must incorporate make-up the a of self-reliance, e- factors wil enter into the make t cof-reliance is the Very ground vpon which you must tread. en if you are in your “teens” and have a clerical pos'tion with some com- ing of a auce pany ager dour brightest pros- pest of mioeess s in embracing the opportunity of tting of on your own road $urt as soon as matances will per netting fons of from the limi- pay envelope and the “self away e salar into ler possibilities of measured income," rin that way the big agencies are eated and earn for their founders many Umea over the eulary that goes even with executive pogitions, A young man sels so much insurance that pretty soon he has to have sane oni to help iim. Littie by little the bd ness of his cy groWs until he has a big offi na a craw of men to do letail work for Git while he directs their efforts, The an- Vition and the nd the br taat form! making his start thou strengthen: ing and enlarging and supervising the big business which he has created, He fa no. subject to the bus policies, and tie office red tape anid (iv fixed pay et by employers, but is the caar of his . gn domain, with» ns Power that hidown ability f That is the ts © einployed ear road to the top," and it And you can see Why YOU must he thoroughly self-re- Nant tn order to climb it Th ds now and always will be a de- ond mand for efficient yor men in the field, but thes inust be efficient There is tinted room at the top, but to get srough the press at the bottom takes strensth and parpose antl wht at “ u r ute putes whch make a young man nd ont apart fron hie’ fellows; to lower abowe then, to outdistance them, You will need oe oMlty to take Copyright, 1919, by Tue Prem Dubtiaht WEET, soul symphony upon my odocous sauerkraut ng thy Oh, tempting vs auppliet! ght e re ail my Wa. {+ moofied my desire to sate. Wius, re inp and state, td gaze with swelling Roman prid ol. $100? y. + CMADY The manes. Masenee te Quer 1 track thal Nunitewe thunder Me"foe the. foils amd nnn! Wat Notre ivew all tae tate fm ranch * Continua.) Jie Peers Dry Go portum wae in then part of the elty, several mites from the busy downtown dis- - trict re bookinukers ad thelr headquarters. The ss took one dow) in twens tyeve m nee figured that neh he could the hour allowed by dotng own a ot tnelade an trate toe wage nites late get> his 4 bride 4 He was forty-five a iw back to the store, . He walked in dotlantly, Every eye in the store was turned upon him, Bad eyes of Hawley, horrified eyes of cashe boys, righteously angry eyes of old Pot- » tHe ROAD TO THE TOP ‘ho Are at the Summit Point Out the Ronte to Others Who Are Beginning to Climb. Tike Pushing Co. (Tie New York Brening World), RANCE CAREER. By E. E. Rittenhouse, The Evening uH-Hu nN table Life Assurance Association, rebuffs without getting discouraged. You will need to know human nature. You will need to stand tn the eyes of our fellows as a young man of {i tegrity. You wil! need to be industrious and to know the value of patience and perseverance, You will need to be en- thusiastic and of good temper and to | love your work. You must, above all, have abso! confidence in yourself, and have th courage and determination to overcome the ordinary difficulties common to thi and every other business. Without these your other qualifications will be of little value to you. These are some of the success-oom- Pelling fuctors which have made so ¥ men prosper in the Ufe ineur- field. There are au enormous num- ber of young men who are looking for @ business opening to-day woo possess these qualifications, but many of them do not realise it. Few of the success- ful men of to-day knew when they were ig how far their energy and imdus- y would carry them. All they knew wan that they were going to try their best, The man who tries uls beat le sure to win. While it docs not require an extensive education to be a successful life insur. |nce agent, the beginner must poas: the fundamentals of eommon sense and sufficient intelligence to enable him to comprehend the simple principles of life Insurance and understand human na- ture as he finds it among the people whom he is soliciting. is very work is @ progressive educa- ion in ttself, He learne that to et the interest of one man he must employ tucticn sometimes the direct opposite to those required in selling to some other man. He learns the value of good address, ise learns how to be brief and terse in presenting his propositions to bury men, and he learns how to talk intelligently on topics of interest to men who want to sit down and chat | With him while “looking him over." He learns the use of tact and dtptomacy, for upon them often depends the meas ure of his success, He soon learns to prepare himself against any emergency that may arise. He learns that to be able instantly to cope with any new problem that may confront him ts valuable stock in trade. Ills dusiness gives him a field for con- stant study: Age’ new of old, constantly have the assistance of get al agents in overcoming diMiculties, but the experi- ence gained through solving these prob- lema for themeelves gives them the greater strength Sonnet to the Sausage. By Eugene Geary. nig Co, (Phe New York Evening World) Alag! that boon was cruelly denied To crown bia royal feasts. But such | Whe ner thou'rt made of dox meat hopped up fine, | Or weary car horse recently demised, Or plant porker, ludicrously stout— |It matters not. ‘Thou art not lese divine, By lovers always shall be Idotised ‘Thy strings of linked sweetness lone | drawn out $20,000?—N othing?—Or Less? &%& iton-Olden saw covered the long entrance to his counter. only by holding hie « stiff could he prevent their wab- ase t that ho was frightened, Fiven Petors's implied threat of die. charging tim did not produce the tm- pression that Its apenker imagined, But the atorm of disapproval way ao over- whelming that it took away his breath, Some latent obstinacy In his nature made him sullen instead of abashed ‘One hundred doliare thrown away! Such a chump I never saw,” sighed Mawley between intervals of cutting alk, “It war mine! Mine!" snarled Olden, “Any one would think I was robbing the cash drawer Hawley's elgh would hi drawn some people back from the edge of eter- nal damnation, But Olden was in no humor just then to appreciate sighs, He awung to the outer end ef the counter and eame face te face with Jonathan Petere, whe placed his hands on ble hige and etared grimly at hie ep> oF “POPCORN qsuT WHAT ABou \ LA PIECE ot 5-The Hidden Room | On Fifth Avenue i The Story of a Girl Who Lost Her Job, and How It Came Back to Her of Its Own Accord. XVI. gilt decoration closed over the giimpse of the rose brocade and pink silt whaded aide lights that alternated along the mirror laden walls of “the study.” Drearily Fatelle turned away. Too late she realized that she had counted too much on her chic prettiness, She descended the stairs, cart a contempt ous glance at the glass cabinet crowded with chiffon and tinsel and waved a @auoy hand at her erstwhile compan- fons. “By-by, girs, whe called gayty Two binck clad young women turned shocked faces away from thelr cune tomer and gasped at hn temerity The Girl Without a Job. elle'a foolings calmed somewhat ws she found herself on the avenie—the sunlit avenuc, wittch had been “not for her," even at dunch hour, that being too Variable an event with madame’s clients to be counted on. A sandwich was the best she could «lo, and often that had to be gulped at an undigestive speed, She waiked along, keenly alive t) the excite- ment of the hurrying throngs of motors nd pedestrians, She absored the con- tents of the ehow windows with know- Ing eyes, comparing styles and prices with “Our Shop." A feeling of adv turous freedom invaded her, How won- dertul {¢ must be uot to lave to have @ Job! She found a tea room and 4 @ Scent “club” funcheon with the relish of @ freed convict, droppel in at the Waldorg to note tf there appeared aught new in millinery; wrote @ billet doux o1 two on the hotel stationery, thus economizing her own beat paper, and I'm blowing the Job," & ETHEL W. MOMFORD. q Capgright, 1913, by The Proms Pubtishing Co, (The New York Evening World,) ‘Mignon's the name. the nightdight room, mirror.” It was the voice of Mine. Aiphonsine and tt carried distinctly to the ears of Extelle McGuire as she waite’ tactfully till the customer then closeted with the reat couturiere should nave taken her @eparture. The door of the sanctum opened and the bofurred and feathered e'lhouette of Mra. Gooby-Wheeme showed against the pink and gold back- Don't ftormet, Just push the ° ground of madume's private offc® gnuntered out again. Madame caught sight of the model's Broadway now claimed her atten:!on, waiting Agure and signed to her to nut its ehops, while alluring, were not enter, Madame'’s face lost its affabie to her taste, fed as it was on the‘ tions” of the foremost makers. sh for mine," she thought, and turned | that direction through one of the m'd- ten. her dark eyebrows drow toge “Miss McGuire,” “this morning er, she said sternly, you were @ half hour late again. 1 have spoken to you be: die worty side stroets, All at once ate fore about this, You nead not take of paused, ner attention rivetted by a mille your hat. You were, I beilave, paid off liner’s window. It was quite an ordinary on Saturday, We will, therefore, dis- aignigy—the hate were, in fact, rather Dense with your services." conservative; but acroms the front in Miss MoGulrenasthundarstnuck "OM ietcssy of goed ware amblasoned necoaiead he ‘plandad fib Seip “MIGNON.* Madame's words re heart, “iim very sorry, Toverslept. MY sccurred to her. Why in the world j mother has been very {1i"— 1 whould madaine recommend wich a “So 111,” remarked madame coldly as ‘ shabby shop! Surely it could not ho she lifted a strand of har hecomingly (eee eee nent down the strect striped pepper-and-sait colffure, “that ‘Thera, x door or two below, stood Mrs Gooby-Wheeme's royn! blue limousine, Evidently it was the ahop Her curloaity aroused, Estelle enteret the store. It eemad well patronize; you tangoed al) Saturday night at Bus- tanoby's—never mind how I know; I do know, Goodby." ‘The French-gray door with the Louls naible salesman. Mr. Olden," said Peters curtly, ‘‘T may as well inform you that there are several worthy young men who could fll your position more satisfactorily than you. After to-day you may have all your time to devote to horse racing.” Petera’s voice was loud at any time. Passion made it louder. Half-way across the store clerks knew that Olden Was being fired, “You've only yourself to blam! Hawley aaid virtuously when Peters had sailed away. “Such a chump you ar A hundred good dollars! Olden sald nothing—only stared with Mim as they would inspect @ fv dog Just before 4, while Peters was sat out of the way. Hawley surrepti+ ously sent @ boy out for the lust ed!- tion, They were spreading the musiin covers over the counters when the boy brought it Hawley opened the pink sporting Page With the calm movements of one who knows what he will « At the first glimpse of the black head-line he forgot the piace, the time, and the posaiiie presence o 4 alae tere employer. His shriek drew the at- tention of every one in the store—oven legged increased sulle: And the woman those who were Pun time cle k on Whom he was waiting never knew "Olde: e 4h @ Lata how she happened to get two more ‘won! You won! For the love of Mik yarda of silk than she paid for, Somehody toll me how muck two hin- Olden was very glad when the hands dred times one hundred ts of the clock showed 6 The atmos- And then wild wurprise gave way to phere of pity, acorn and contenipt was Wrath more than he could endur "Why didn't you tel us it wae a Cash boys whose names he did not sure thing? J could have put up @ know paused as they passed his coun- fiver.” ter Quincy O'Brien, Cariton, and a score the guy what wae looney. of others taid vielent hands on the pink Girla’ to whom he had never apoken sheet. In a second & was in shreds. Durpesely eguntered past and inspected With @ whoop, O'Brien pounded * Lat d bait) World Daily Magazine; Saturday: De OOO LS OOO OL OIE LEE |Copyright, 1913, ty The Pres Publishing Oo, (The New York Kreving World), ARUN J HAD A Bus IN ONE HAN “AN A PEETH OF “POPCORN IN THE , OTHER. AN wren TE wutd WUNNING, J ATE THe PoP CORN. Novelettes of New York Streets ~—— By Ethel Watts Mumford Dut agin, to her practised eye, the lure Was not sufficient to account for it, A wite-eyed young woman approached hor, noting FEstolle's coquettieh hat, well- dressed hair and tn ‘able Amur “Evening hats, please,” said Estelle, with millionatre nonchalance. The damecl produced several tions of lace and tulle and a chotc Jewelled and algretted hemidresses. “rll try them on fn the night-Nght room,” Eatelle remarked. Into the Room of Mystery. ‘The aaleslady shot her @ quick glance of question, seemed satisfied with her Inspection, and led the way to a fer- tively .ecorated alcove, She drew « long curtain before the door, set down the hats on a silk covered shelf, and went out, tng Estelle alone. ‘Just push the mirror,’ those had been madame'x words, What could it mean? The pier glass that confronted her reached from the floor to within &@ foot or two of the celling. It boasted a marble shelf, on which rested a fancy pin cushion and a china hat-plo holder, Exteile place’ an tnquisttive finger on the inirror and pushed, The glass quivered and slowly turned. It swung on a ul set in above and be- onter- of nd led & narrow passage. telle’s heart quailed. Then ahe that what imadaime thought KoOd enough for Mra. Gooby-Wheeme ought to be good enough for Estelle Me- Guire. Cautiously she stepped through ‘The passage was atort and closed by a heavy curtain, She lifted it, and found the corridors beyond softly lighted. An- other curtain, and she emerged Into Aa beautifully appointed dvessing room. A maid rose and respectfully offered to check her furs, Fatelle glanced at the coat-rack and was dazzted by the ni bar of expensive garments that depend- therefrom — among thom Mra, 4 nables — and — yox — no—yen, madamo's own neal and ermine wrap. She shook her head, opened her coat at the throat and obeyed the mall's directing hand to another draped door. fel a queor clicking noise her ears, She found herself n. Uehted overhead reached fn a long club roc with alabaster cups that shed a charm: ing glow over the # Here and there Nttle tablos were temptingly spread, Two maids were busy aupply- ing the wants of various Women seat- ed ther Some seemed buoved with Pleasurable excitement, othera were plunged tn gloom. [stelle had never seen gaming tables. A vivid denerip- tion of Monte Carlo given hor once by Mr. Gaston, the trimming buyer, wan wll she knew, but it sufficed, Without & doubt this was @ Woman's paradise of fortune, At several tables ladtes sat at cards, but the crowd was cen- tred around @ click! Jerking ball, cradled In a revolving wheel at the long table She saw madaine herrelf in animated convene with Mra. Wheeme, who was betting heavily, A maid approached them with @ salver bearing glasses of cv passed th A knowing luvk the © Ganymede haired lady, Madame evsed a glass into Mrs nye ENC, between gray Wheeme's hung A Recognition and a Kaid. Watehing It all with wide eves, Es- telle sank into one of the gilded chairs beside an unoccupied tanie, Instantly the maid approached and set a bubbling laws on the tavle and a tray of bon- Ollen an the «Bully ee Olden, Vre Twenty thousand de Ky dow 4 Carlton affection: ately. “I must admit, Clarence, that in the matter of judgment you've got the reat of us skinned! going to do tekets~ What are you to-ngut? I've got two coming up to my hour!" eald nommartly, “Same as he Don't you, Clarence? You uk Lo meant anything vy that note did you" Clarence dil not answer He wae star reds of the pink spurt: Ing © had succeeded fn pully fag from six pura of hands “Twenty thousand dotlars’ he gasped, “Pwenty the Q ord e sand in an awed whisper "IL always sald, Olden, that you had wraps than all the: f Us put together! Say come honie with me for dinner—t want to show you a plece of property I own that I'll eeh you"— “Mhut up!" said Ming Dean angrily. “I Bucss we'll talk over our plane firet be- fore be buys something you probably ” dona. telle fumbled with hi “On the house, mins. looked at her sharply. with, please, mise?" “T was with Mme. Alphonaine,” Ea telle replied with the rlig of truth tn her dulcet voice, Tho matd vouchsafed The maid pureo. | “Who are you a smile that wan almost a wink amd retired The roomn began to Mil, More tables were provided. Petit Chevaux and PRoule were commenced in the ailoin~ | tng apartment. Still Tastelle mat ob+ ing madame and Mra. Whee! AM at once @ ataccato wounded, followed by @ muftied bell, Instantly there was @ pant, The rounter-bar Was quickly covered by a device that developed a well filed hook- care out of nothing. The middle tabte, wheel and all, became a rolltop desk, Glasses and plates were swept from the Uttle tables, and the tables themselves | slapped back into the wainscoting of It wan ike prestidigitation * it was the dominant voice m Alphonsine, an she mounted | platform at the end of the oom. “Ladies, don't lose your heads, Line up your chatra; give me your attention, 1 will now continue my lecture, She was Inatantly obeyed, In orderly rows the attendance aat before her. Some one started a handelap that de- came loud applause. ne thing ta riain,* volce rose with deep a vietion, “women must Tetty frictiona «must Bolidartty—that fs th There was a sudden Polle otficer nd two Madamo was magnificent The Reward for—Nothin “To what do we owe the nor of pers necution?” she demand Are the por litical opinions of the Women's Civic Protest League ao painful to the po- ee “1 guess we got the wrong done," the uniformed oMcer declared, "Horry, lady, orders from headquartera to took jt over, Guess we won't spoll the lec ture, Come on." The wink he hestowed on madame wos only eeen by her. ‘You and your men had better stay right here," she retorted with heat. “You're Just the prople we want to Teach." “No, no, thanks, lady," grinned, ‘Sorry to disturb ‘Votes for wimmen!’ saya ft They were gone. For a few momenta madame continued to expound exe hort. Then she slipped from the piat form. “Weil! rapping a madame's 1 glowing con. together. band he watchword.” ' commotion. A men entered. the oMeer 1 meetin’, that was a scare’ whe said. “But Capt. Sullivan te a nice man. 1 know he'd never carry things too far." Mer words were addressed to Mra. Wheeme, but happening to look over the ladies’ heads she encountered the frightened stare of Estelle McGuire, A look of utter bewllder:nent and conater- nation crowsed her face, then she con- trolled herself, fies McGuire,” she sald Eatelle approached. "You wilt) Kindly report for work to-morrow, Vil put you in the Receiving Department of | the Imported Millinery. It will not be necosmary fur you to arrive before 10." Eatelle gasped Oh!" she cried, ma fame, you are so good=-T'm mure Wil er’ of cour "tomy dear. ma dam Quite understand one another, Come, Mri try our luck again . Wheame, let's The Story ofa “Hunch™ and What Didn't Come of It Rot soxked on Again Clare Was elaing i Won't wa, Clarence?’ e ai! not answer He tha delighted emiie Whar parted Jonut Peters'a white whi kere and mustache It was @ lumine aus @nile, i. radiated love and kindly feeling and goodfejlowahip. And Peters @rasped Olden's right arm in an affeo- tlonate clutch and patted his shoulders with the combined fervor of @ father, @ deacon, an employer and a loving friend. “Clarence, my boy.” the old man efac- ulated, “1 don't want you to think I ap prove of gambling and racing. They're Weil, of eourse they're immoral, But i dv adiire @ young fellow with Orains. Nve had my eye on you for aoine thme. And 1 was telling my wife the other might that {¢ was about thine for me to put some young fellow in here a» Junior tmeuber, I'm getting old. By the way, come up for dinner to-night. I o@m aa- vive you about investment jever mind your engagement with me, Clarence," Ethel whispered. “Junior partner—that eounds good)’ She flounced round triumphantiy. A Group of ealeagiris were gtven an instant demonstration of the haughty expres- Levtieg TWHine Lure THAT You CAn BASILY, cember 27; 19139% ~* nD A FIND ANCTHER Copyright, Old Clothes for New Stmple Ways to Renovate Your Wardrobe By Andre Dupont 3, by The Ure Pubtidhing Co, (The New York Fvening World). KEEPING WHITE KID GLOVES CLEAN. we FS another Aeclar mak firt conte a pair to clean, fore they have a chance to sink {1 and permanently stain the kid. whe uses naphtia or gasoline whe la of lighted by ga# or lamp or where there plosive, A small spot or smudge can easily ber perfectly clean eraxer—one of th where for a few cents Will answer perfe rubber The soft composition men, is excellent for the purpd “If @ wilte glove bre neat Joh mending it, a 6. ke at the tp patr of white kids that muat @ five pairx this week, an! all the long ones coat from ten Little enough, one's money all trickles away in tiny drible alled ‘art gurm, t Loan't wear gloves but once before they are pot black, Thit to the cleaner's, o but it's astonishing how fast like t gr mbled a pretty friend of mine the other day, looking for sympathy. Hut ft didn't sympathize a little bit ‘Why do you Tet thom get ao dirty that vou have to send them to the cleaners Teald, "You dirt getting on, of cour: you CAN help letting it stay en. ‘There's nothing looks worse than 4 rolled pair of white Rid gloves or mora elegant than the same pair wen they are immaculate. ‘The French woman Always keeps herseif ‘bien antes,’ a9 she expresses by attending to her gloves the moment sha comes home from @ call or any daylight expedition @nd the first thing the next morning after the theatre. While the gloves re still on handa she takes a clean piece of witite jannel and, dipping It in naphtha o woline or one of the safer clean flulde, she rubs tt carefully over the tips of the fingers so that any dust or Sreane spots are removed @¢ 0 “put course careful never to do {t in’a room ina fir ved from white gloves with « cheap rubber @rarere that you can buy any- ly, provided that it ts not made of hy sometimes used by draught of the finger and you want te make « t sew the edges over and over in the usual way the outside but turn tt Inaide out and, putting the edges together carefully, eon finely but firmly. the latter wij] eut the kid.” rigiit, 101 you disappointed with your Christmas gifts? Did you expect more? Have you a regret that you went something for which you did tet receive lke measure? And did | some from whom you expect ed to hear, not r spond? «And are you planning to bear a seoret Rrevance about lt a Weil, then, an une imistakable remedy for all this brand of trouble may be preseribed in the common parlance “eut {t out’ In the last analysia, auch Ve-und-take gifts are only grafts, and you are truly losing the Joyous spirit of the holiday sean By tho joss of a material thing you ate wailing In your heart the dirge of dixcord rather than sounding the chime of good cheer. It usually hanpena that the fellow who casts his bread on the waters look: 1 turns, returns atiil tooking Alway: ‘th the Rog Vo Pp spirit: attachments that the wife of the new junior ther would w juin to trewt us all? “You ought to-~" “Treating t@ @ pernicious habit’ Jonathan Peters broke in coldly. “I'm eurprised, Mr, O'Brten, at your sugmest- sion asked O'Rrien, ing itt" Mies Dean patted Olde: arm—t! one that Pel was not holdin Even If you do stay all evening at Peter she whispered, “It won't be too late for you to drop in at our house on your way home,” “Coming, Olen?’ Weters asked ten- derly, “Hawley van cover your counter.” “When will you get the money?* Quincy asked enviously, “Lordy, I bet the fellowa who have to hand it ovr are sore!” ‘Boat you see," Olden satd weartly, “I didn't bet! I changed my mind—you all lumped on me so! He pulled the allt from his pocket. “Geet I wieh I haa!” “What!” ecreamed Ethel Dean. “Clar- nce Olden, you—you flathead |” “Oh-h-b—you chump! You double headed, putty-faced, brainless efrull f* And O'Brien actually begaa to cry with By Ida M. ‘suse fine white thread, never ailk, a9 SoReal Were You Satisfied With Your Presents? By Sophie lene Loeb. by ‘The Pree Publishing (The New York Evening World), rarely brings anything but di * ment and certainty cormt presse self reapect. If friendship and love are to be welghed by the cost of manicure sete and bracelets and watches and sloves and handkerchiefs that exeban, hands on the th of December, then {n- deed i¢ Mammon the ruler and all ie Measured by mone Yet, on the other hand, the clasp of sympathy, the word of approval, the mesnage of alfection, and ali ather such manifestations bind ties that are not Fead.ly broken by disappointment, If you receive an unexpected present, don't worry and fret because you have not sent something In !te ‘place and do rurh out to forward a delated ri turn of it. ‘The motive will be at on: recognized, which is not as it mhould be, At any rate, if you are disappointed and have not yet acquired the great pleasure of giving rather than rec ing, then reflect with old Omar Worldly Hope men set the hearts npon Turns Asher—or Prospe: ano’ Like Snow upon the Desert’ dusty Face, . Lighting @ Httle hour or two, te gone.” Evans. : vexation “You mean that You went clean down. town uid came back without making the bet?’ Hawley fenentel, ‘Bay, honent, Olden, I've called you iy friend, but I'd be ashamed to @ an you enything after this but a lemon p: “Olden,” ald Cariton, “you ha the gumption of @ twoedays'-olg ‘Task about pin-heads, sap-hi diock-heads, square-heade—Olden, don't know enough to—to breathe hard!" Quincy groaned with anguish, ece of moldy ps and flecked his whiske: that your temperament is entirely Vactiiating. You eeem to have no Dal- ance—none of the eettied purpose that ry young man should have, 1 thing Haw! can tend to the sili» Mr counter without your help.” I'm sorry, Bthel,” mourned ‘ext time" Don't talk to me! hissed Ethel. ‘Don't ever dare to talk to me! Ge away where I can't see you—'cause whem 1 look at your face I could do something deaperate' Olden, , a you” oy Ma " amt ” te soree