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y sold by ine pees osciee in stamps. lish measure)? grees induce a larger sale §=Stamford, Conn... Wiorid. SBTABLIGHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Dusty aot Peay ty se Free Fyzsine Comany, ton 6 co President, 63 Park Row. Pepered ot the Pog Cetiee oh ty. Tork as Seconé-Cl: tes to For England and World Gtotes | Matter. the, Continent end All Countries in the International Postal Union. + 69.78 « 8 —————— VOLUME B4.......ccccssscecssecsscseceesesses NO, 19,225 WHY A CORONER? | TE row in the Board of Coroners over the alleged insubordine- | tion of a Coroner’s physician, who is said to have called a ‘ Coroner a “snake,” may be trivial in itself. But it can be) ef greater significance if it draws public attention to a county) “effine whose out-of<date machinery has been rotting away in a corner tor years pest. ‘The eleven Coroners of the five boroughs use annuelly $170,000 @f the city’s money. Each borough has a separate Coroner's staff of | physicians and clerks. What docs all this work and expense ac- complish ? Nothing, according to expert opinion, that does not have to be ' done over again by the criminal authorities, who never accept Coro- ners’ findings as final. The Coroner's office, to sum up the experi- ence of an Assistant Districi-Attorney, is “an outworn relic of the past, an obstruction in the administration of justice in criminal mat- tere and a great and unnecessary expense.” The fact is, the Coroner's office has meant #0 little to the average ‘ eitizen that it long since became a forgotten pocket of patronage—a back eddy where the chaff of incompetence drifts around in meaning- less circles of petty officiousness and graft. 7 The bill which the Short Ballot Association caused to be intro- duced in the Assembly to abolish Coroners and substitute responsible > medical examiners properly equipped for their jobs is one which the Governor might well ask the Legislature to take up in its special session. To consider the Coroner’s office at all is to become convinced that it is an anachronism and a waste. at HE WANTS uS To FoLtow HIM } Good for Park Commissioner Ward! We don’t know any- : thing we'd rather see “restored” hereabouts then Battery Park. po 5 A GOOD START. UTTING himself within reach of every member of the force by P abolishing the old requirement that a policeman’s application *: must be paseed along from one superior officer to another ¢ fe an excellent inaugurel move on the part of the new Police Com- © It is not hard to ece that when a policoman knows that his com- © plaint goes into the hands of his captain and eo on through a chain those higher up, he easily slips into the habit of eurrying favor | with authority that seems nearest. Amid exactly euch favoring con- = ditions a “system” grows, thrives and fastens its grip upon the force. ms When every policeman looks for his best friend not in circles of * Captains and Inepectors but in the supreme power and dignity of the © force as centralized in a just and approachable Police Commissioner, ‘\ we shall have taken a big step forward in discouraging police politics pnd graft. Directly the average New York policeman feels that both ety and interest bind him to Headquarters the System will Innguish. The Man From the West. WANTA go out to os Commissioner Woods has taken the right turn. the park and . play ball in the graas,"" was the Militant smashes rare exhibits in British Museum.—News recurrent wail of item, ‘ How long before they will rage further afield and maybe pull down a pyramid? ee WHO IS MOST INTERESTED? Qienase to the proposed ordinance to regulate billboards a little man of ten who was my patient one balmy springtime. Again and again I exhausted my supply of games and tricks and stories, and then at my wits’ ends I sang nursery rhymes for his amuse- ment. After my first attempt at song the livelong day he retterated the request of “Sing, nurse, please,” to keep the peace nurse had to sing. Just at this time my roommate, Beth, had for her patient a West- erner of whom she talked so much every evening when we were com- fortably settled in our little sitting room that I accused her of having a “crush” and I took It for granted that the attraction was mutual. When I first sang for little Bobby Beth told me that her Westerner had nicknamed me “the song bird lane,” and ufter that he th questions about me and to know ff she would not ne in to see him o day when little Bobby was i a nap | went into the West- 8 room with Beth, was all cordiality when Beth duced him to me and he praised healing qualities of my soprano and electric lignt signs has led Alderman Curran to ' redraft the measure which the Board of Aldermen will be * asked to consider. . Never have both sides of this question had more extended hear- ing in this city. As between “aesthetic, lily-white boys,” as their opponents call them, on the one hand, and on the other advertising specialists who declare that “aesthetic legislation all over the country is. depriving men of work and intimidating business,” New York ought to be able to strike a compromise that shall at least start the much needed movement to check excesses of out-of-door advertising. But what a pity there i& not some way to sound the sentiment of the general public on the subject’ It is solely to attract the eye of the public that the billboards flame and the electric lights blaze. It is only out of consideration for the finer sensibilities of the publie that the reformers would abolish the eyesores, Meanwhile what has « the public to say? vote For the next two weeks | was busy | with Bobby, but one day when Beth had the afternoon off she asked me to substitute for her. She had hardly left the floor when the Westerner rang for me and without prelude started right in to tell me that he had fallen in love with me the mo- ment he had heard me sing “Another victlin of my nurse's uni- thought 1, as such & kind, open-hearted | Westerner that [ hated to disappoint of tickets as well as prove of advan- |tawe to patrons duriag rush hours. 1, 8 JR. “Find the Coat.” To the Editor of The brening World T have read your editorial on “Over- Zeal,” and would say that I do not agree with you regarding the Sea- men's bill. 1 believe the bill to be | I sold a piece of property at a loss an admirable one, for it embodies the | of 15 per cent. Had it cost me $600 safety of the travelling public, You) less I would have gained 15 per cent. call particular attention to the boats | Find the cost, readers, A. ying to Coney Island and other; ete summer resorts, statin, ost | Byerrwhore Except in A of these boats are in sight of land | 7 (he Pilter of The Ereuing World at all times. ‘They can be readily, In which Stat j.beached; they ply in frequented |'! necessary © gwaters, where assistance is always Ucense? efwithin reach, and they carry ample | mocks of life preservers,” . In ene | Pawer to this 1 would’ ask you to! here ‘kindly think back just a little way. tion for “Hits ne Sharp Wits. | Keo is relative, It is as dift- ‘feult for some to give up an extra ‘limousine as it is for other men to and Territories is|/deny themselves another egg for ye & marriage | preakfast.—Vhiladelphia Inquirer, MG, | . . Record, | When whiskey kills a man some old ‘The Evening World jaoak will remark sympathetically: ns to be much competi- |"Too bad, but be didn't know how to “fast shaving record,” | handle it.” I refer to the Slocum disaster. This|and it ns to me t & 88 boat was near land, could be beached | quoted record or 4 mi ag ae tt) ome lara are not satisfied when had ample (?) life-preservers.!onds is not remarkable. 1 bad two|they Ket hold of a good story that is soon we forget after a big dis: | Whole days’ growth op my face, and |true, ‘They want to tinker with it “aster! Every reform in history, every 1 shaved completely (using bay rum | until they spoil it—Toledo Blade, railroad crossing, must sacrifice &!and hot towel) and had # good mas- (aoe tad: number of lives first. Then we put |\sage in 2 minutes and 10 seconds, | Tne i Some people are so clever that they ‘ip a safeguard. JOHN J, COOKE. | This time is accurate, as two men oun eo H moral with pride, Me For Tick nen. jee me with stop watches. 7c 8 To tae Vator of ©. DEFFORD. 1 Wren a man is spoken of as “that oceurred to ni ,., It has often that ft might prove of great advantage | To the to install ticket vending machines| Re: who can solve this? How | News. ) @ubway 1nd elevated stations.|many acres in a piece of land 220 oe e to issue tickets in book form as| yards long by 130 yards wide (Eng-! Some people can't enjoy their free PETER H. milk for grumbling because it isn’t cream,—Boston Transcript. ‘ How Many Acrest great and good ma: of The Evening World { usually is not very * the greatness great.—Deseret Proposals of a Trained Nurse By Wilma Pollock Coporight, 1914, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), HE wanTS us To GET uP HE WANTED uS WW “TIRED ~ AAT DOG 1S ALMosT HUMAN HE 1S A SMART Doe 1 TELL You. HE KNEW WE WERE CATCHING COLD him, but his methods of courtship were decidedly crude. He left the hospital believing he had been too hasty in his amorous When the Dell Rang. OW listen, Wille, mamma N just aches all over and she's going to take a very hot bath to see if !t won't make her feel better. Della’s gone around to the grocer’s and butcher's; so if the bell rings while mamma's in the bath you answer it like a good boy, won't declarations. However, a man who lones in the game of love feels his de- feat less keenly if he can blame him- sclf for mismanagement. Afterward I tried my best to fix matters between Beth and the We: erner, but my voice had cast a upon him which could not be broken 80 goon and my efforta to bring him and Beth together quite failed. 1 farrerrerennrenennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn [Some Historic Word Pictures Examples of Deacriptioe Power by Great Authors No. 25.—THE FULFILMENT, from ‘‘Tess of the D’Urber- villes,” by Thomas Hardy. HEN the officers saw where Tess lay (which they had not done until then), they showed no objection and stood watching her, as still as the pillars around, Clare went to the stone and bent over her, holding one poor little hand. Her breathing now was quick and small like that of a lesser creature than a woman, All waited in the growing light, their faces and hands as if thoy were silvered, the remainder of their figures dark, the stones glistening a green-gray; the plain still a mass of shade. Soon the light was strong, and a ray shone upon her unconscious form, peering under her eyelids and waking her. “What is it, Angel?” she said, starting up. “Have they come for me?” "he said, “They have come,” ould be,” she murmured. “Angel, I am almost glad—yes, glad. This happiness could not have lasted, It was too much. I have had enough and now I shall not live for you to despise me!" shook herself and went forward, he said quietly. . . . . . . . The city of Wintoncester, that fine old city capital of Wessex, lay amidst its convex and concave downlands in all the brightness and warmth of a July morning. The gutted brick and tile and freestone houses had almost dried off for the season their integument of lichens; the streams in the meadows were low, and in the sloping High street from the West Gate- way to the mediaeval cross, and from the mediaeval cross to the bridge, that leisurely dusting and sweeping was in progress which usually ushers in an old-fashioned market day. From the Western gate aforesaid, the highway, as every Winton- cestrian knows, ascends a long and regular incline of the exact length of a measured mile, leaving the houses gradually behind. Up this road from the precincts of the city two persons were walking rapidly, as if unconscious of the trying ascent—unconscious through preoccupation and not through buoyancy. They had emerged upon the road through a narrow barred wicket ina high wall a litte 1ower down, ‘One of the pair was Angel Clare; the other a tall, slim, budding crea- ture--half girl, half woman—a spiritualized image of ‘Tess, slighter than she, but with the same thoughtful eyes—Clare’s alater-in-law, ‘Liza Lu, ‘Their pale faces scemed to have shrunk to half their natural size. They ‘ved on hand in hand and never spoke word, the drooping of their heads being that of Glotto’s "Two Apostles.” When they had nearly reached the top of the Great Weat Hill the clock in the town struck, Fach gave a start at the notes, Against the far stretches of the country rose, in front of the other city edifices, a large red brick building with lead gray roofs and rows of short barred windows bespeaking captivity, the whole contrasting greatly by ite formaliain with the quaint irregularities of the Gothic erections. From the middle of the building an ugly, flat-topped octagonal tower ascended against the east horizon, and, viewed from this spot on its shady side and against the light, it seemed the one blot tn the city’s beauty. Upon the corner of the tower a small staff was fixed. Their eyes were riveted on it. A few minutes after the hour had struck something moved slowly up the staff and extended itself upon the breeze. It was a black fay iy ustice” was done, and the President of the Immortals (in Aeschylean phrase) had ended his sport with Tess, And the D'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing, The two speechless gasere bent themselves down to the earth, as if in prayer, and remained thus a long time, absolutely motionless; the flag continued to wave silently. As soon as they bad strength they arose, joined hands again, and went on. Mother Monologues —— By Alma Woodward — | Courright. 1914, by The Press Publishing Co. (The New York Evening World) rings don't let any one in that you don't know. And if any one comes to read the gas or electric meter tell them they'll have to come some other time; that your mother says so. You never can tell who they are. And if the dumbwaiter bell rings, dear, throw something over your nose and mouth (a handkerchief or a nap- kin or something) before you an- swer it; because there's always a terrible draught coming up the shaft and it must be full of germs, too. Un- derstand, Sweetheart? Now, remember to do all these things correctly, because mamma can't get out of this boiling bath and go around in the cold, or al t Pneumonia, sure. Ob, and in case the telephone rings, you'd better put papa’a humidor on the floor to stand on, or you'll never be able to reach the transmitter. And remember not to holler over the wire, ma, magasine in here with her and she's just going to laze in this hot bath for about fifteen minutes and see whether she can't boil this miserable grippy feeling out. Now go and play, honey. ‘Willie! Willie! There goes a bell. What bell was it? Well, I can't hear very distinctly in here, but I'm al- most sure it waa the doorbell. Oh, it wasn't the door? Then it must have been the dumbwaiter. Hur up, Willie! The man will raise the house, ringing like that. What? Who? Oh, the baker! Wants to know if I want any hot cross buns? Well, of all things! That reminds me. I ordered a dozen hot cross buns to be delivered here this morning, as far back as last Monday, and they never came, I had forgotten all about It, Now, Willie, listen carefully. You tell the baker that I consider this very bad management and that I'm not at all pleased with the service and that I 6) iscontinue my trade with him unless it improves, Didn't you hear, dear? You can’t understand simple language like that? I'm sur- prised, Mamma finds you are not as bright as she thought you were. Just tell him, “Yes, [want some buns,” and let It go at that, And hurry, Willie. There goes the doorbell, I'm eure it’s the doorbell thia time. What? Subscription to a magazine? Now haven't you heard .amma tell Delia to say “No” to those things, alwaya? And, Willie, did you leave the front door open? I know t's impolite to shut the door in peo- ple's faces, but not to book agents and things, That's different. Just say, “No, not to-day,” and shut the door, And slam it, so as to be sure it's locked. Oh, for goodness’ sake! There goes the phone. Who is it? Mrs, Green? Oh, how unfortunate that I'm in the tub! Ask her if I can't call her up in a few minutes, No? Oh, she's downtown! She wanta me to meet her at one and go to a matinee? Ask her where she wants me to meet her, and has ehe got the tickets. ‘Where? Oh, there ts no euch place. Tell her to spell it. Oh, you've got it wrong! Willie, listen; tell her to hold the wire 4 minute and you come here, to the door. be "ausd papa's feece-lined. slippers rol Papa's Ce -| slippers and then the windows, I'll Bo to the wire myself. Anyway, I t ie aan Little Causes= : Of Big Wars T By Albert Payson Ter Courriaht. 1914, by The Prem Publishing Co. (The New York Evenine World®), ‘ ifeht 11.—A Slogan That Led to a War Which Made England Ruler of Egypt. SLOGAN—a catch phrase—(that caught public fancy and roused the people to fanatic rage) led to a war in Egypt in 1882, and indirectly made England the ruler of that country. This slogas was: “EGYPT FOR THE EGYPTIANS!” \ Not very unique or inspiring, perhaps, but a phrase that was vibrant with mischief. Egypt was a Turkish province, horribly misruled by a viceroy, or Kho j dive. The condition of the Egyptians under their Turkish masters was | Worse than that of the Cubans under Spain. They were overtazed and ill-treated, and their rich country wae drained dry by. greedy pashas. At , length England and France helped out the wrecked land by establishing | there a sort of “financial protectorate.” | There was nothing especially generous in this French-Engiieh move. | Both nations wanted to seize the controlling power in Egypt. Kach watebed | the other as might two dogs with a bone lying between them. And ee, for (a time, affaires remained, while the storm gathered. \ The Egyptians had snarled under Turkish oppression. | been bound to the Turks by ties of religion and, in a measure, rece i well. Now, however, when they saw Fingland wwmecomvcroeren® France taking control, they were openly “Egypt for the The Orient has never loved Europe or Egyptians!” The Mohammedan has never liked the Briotian, | SONAL DORON And to see their country under the sway of eigners and Christians ("Infidels,” as the Mosieme termed the Europeans), was to the natives unbearable. ‘ And some one raised the cry: “Egypt for the Egyptians!” The slogan sped from one end of Egypt to another. Everywhere it was shouted; ané everywhere it fanned the embers of discontent into a mighty fame A few shrewd Egyptian politicians sought to make use of the national resentment for their own ends. And, with a politician-soliier, Arabi Pasha, at ite head, ¢! volt began. Arabi was son of an Egyptian day laborer. He had worked his up from the ranks, until he was the Khedive's Minister of War. He to seize control of the whole government, and with the cry of “Bgypt fer Egyptians!” roused the natives to riot and bloodshed. He armed the andria forts and loudly proclaimed his intention to sweep Egypt foreigners. England called on France to join in putting down the France refused, and thereby threw away forever her chances of ruling Egypt. For England set out on her own account to quell the disturbanee, A British war fleet sailed to Alexandria in the early summer of 1883 an@ opened fire on the city forts. The war was on. \ Meantime, in Alexandria, all was chaos. Arabi had thrown wide the gates of the city prisons. Convicts looted and burned the houses of the rich. Bedouins poured in from the desert, mad to take part in the Jeha@ (holy war) against the “foreign infidels.” The city was ablaze, | mobs fought in the streets, the British bombardment smashed ‘ | Alexandria forts and silenced their batteries. ' A force of British marines and seamen landed, and the fighting hot. Before order was restored fully two thousand persons had slain. Arabi and his native troops retreated to the interior. under Gen. Wolseley met them at Tel-el-Kebtr September and after a fierce battle defeated them. A Whirlwind The British cavalry next seized Cairo, easily route Campaign. ing its Egyptian defenders. This ended the war. Arabi was captured and condemned to éeath. But his sentence was commuted to banishment t> Ceylon. And later he was allowed to come back. . | The war was over. The “Egypt for the Egyptians” movement was ; Stamped out. France, by refusing to interfere, had lost her footheld tm Egypt. England, on her own account, established a protectorate there, an@ has ever since held sole sway over Egyptian destinies. The catch phrase that had led to the war had also, at last, mage ttseif less than meaningless. [Words You Use Incorrectly. LURID—This word is misused by | any article on tae Het, after the many people as synonym for/as an “item.” it the first “glaring” or “flery cannot be referred to as an ae this sense of it_is not an “also.” “lurid” flames, DECREPIT—This term ‘is tee is probable that not one person in three knows the real meaning of “lurid.” The dictionary defines it as “ghastly, pale, wan, gloomy"—which in no way carries out the general and mistaken {dea of the word. ITEM—“Item" means so.” = And it means nothing else. In naming a list of goods, or of expenses, for example, one may correctly speak of often used to describe any form o€ feebleness. Rightly applied, it means ' only the feebleness of age. Its "Worn out by ist en of ‘et one frequent early middle life it.” The phrase is also misused to describe buildings, clothe ing, &c. that have through other causes than age. 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Pattern No. 8218—Semi-Princesa Gown, the blouse ts all in — 94 to 42 Bi one, although, a8 @ matter of 4 straight lengths of the material must be joined to obtain the needed wiéth, For the medium size, the blouse and skirt will require 7 yards of ma- terial 27, 43-4 yards 86 or 44 in, wide, with 1 yard 27 for band-collar and — cuffs, and the tunic 11-2 yards 27, 11-8 yards 36 or 44 in, wide, wit || 11-4 yardn 86 in, wide for the platted flounce or 21-4 yards of lace 7 im || wide for the gathered flounce. re Pattern No. 8214 is cut in sizes from 34 to 42 inches bust measure, © | Call at THE EVENING WORLD MAY MANTON F. BUREAU, Donald Building, 100 West Thirty-second street (oppe- Bew te tite Gimbel Bros.), corner Sixth avenue and Thirty-second street, Orteia ‘These ‘Pattoras. 4 New York, or sent by mail on receipt of tem cents in colm er stamps for each pattern ordered. TMPORTANT—Write your address plainly and alwaye spesify ” tine wanted, Add two cents for letter postage if in a hurry, “a feel especially grippy now. (Pause) | Well, mamma's little man! Dia bé Oh, hello, dear! Why? I'm fine, How|work hard shawering thinga” 1 i, are you? Sure! Oh, at Blank’s? I'll|mamma? Did he? ab be there, with belle. Yes. Goodby.’ (Answer.) He did. q “y : But they nag/ * of J (