The evening world. Newspaper, July 15, 1914, Page 14

eS Sons A orld. USTABLISUCD BY JOSEPH PULITZ! Pudlished Daily Except Sunday 63 Vark Row, New York. RALPH PULITZDR, President, 62 Park Row. 3, ANGK AW, ‘Treawurer, 62 Park Row, re IT 3 3 k Row, Rr. ‘lass Matter, the Continent n the International Budsertp say World for the «NO. 19,321 DOUBLE LOCKERS FROM THE BEACH. ITE P frou seaside beaches are met by declarations that the fences are on private property and are, therefore, quite legal, since | the public has no right to the beach that the owner of abutting prop-| | erty is bound to respect. With almost cqual futility have protests been made against the inadequate service of the railways that are supposed to supply passen- ger transportation between the city and the shut-in beaches. If two wrongs could ever make a right these two in combination would come near effecting it. As it is, each affords the other excel- Jent excuse if not support. public: “Why crowd down to the beaches when you cannot pass the fences?” The beach closers may say: “Why complain of the fences when you cannot get transportation to where the beaches are?” Between the two, without resort to boycott, strike or lockout, the Public is likely this summer to save for the joys of the home much money that otherwise might have been expended by the ead sea waves. a THE CRIME OF THE KIDNAPPER. W'":: the frequently recurring stories of children kidnapped and held for extorted ransom the public is so familiar that little impression is made by any new case as it arises in the routine of news. When, however, the summing up of these offenses affords the District-Attorney’s office a basis for concluding that within the past ten years as many as 150 offenses of the kind have occurred in the city, even the most indifferent must be somewhat startled by the disclosure. The salient feature of the report is that with the finest police farce in the world, and with an able corps of detectives, a criminal traffic of this kind has been carried on for ten yearg and is still appar- ently in full swing and ready for more work as AN as the present éfforts to suppress it have lost some of their zeal, energy and alert- ness. The seriousness of the crime liss in the comparative ease with which it can be carried on among the children of parents who are sufficiently well off to pay ransom but not rich enough to provide guardians for the children to and from school or when at play on the streets. Furthermore, the natural terror of the parent lest the stolen child be tortured or murdered helps the villainy to success. That terror should be lifted from the homes of the people by the promptest and severest punishment our courts can inflict upon any one proven guilty of inspiring it. T of the University of Pennsylvania, that he has found the Bra zilian Indians dancing the maxixe or “mashka,” as they cal! it, is rendered further interesting by his statement that the Indian name for it means “the pea vine.” It will be readily recalled by those whose memories go back to the days before the negro melody had given way to the “coon song” that there was an old-fashioned darky “walk around” to a tune whose refrain carried the words, “Oh, Miss Ca’line, can’t you dance the pea vine.” This was always accom- panied by a fancy step illustrating the pea vine twist and tangle. How did the negro of the Southern plantations get the same dznee and the same name as the Brazilian Indian? May it not be that the dance and name were originally African and were brought to the United States and Brazil by slaves, being taken up by the Indians asa courting song long ago; and in this country first by minstrelsy end of late reimported with » Portuguese name for the delight alike of old aye and infancy? MAXIXE AND THE PEA VINE. HE report of Dr. Farabee, leader of the Amazon expeditio +—__—_—— THE LAW NEEDS VINDICATION. MONG the significant features of the report of the Interstate Commerce Commission on the looting of the New Haven Railroad are the facts showing that under the Morgan-Rocke- feller management there was not only a violation of law but a persist- ent defiance of it, sometimes insolent and sometimes sneaking. Thus the report says the greatest losses and most costly blunders “were made in attempting to circumvent governmental regulation.” Tt adds: “With the realization of the illegality of its control of the end evasions by which it was sought to make it appear that the New Haven had divested itself of the Boston and Maine stock.” In another connection it is said: “Many of these subsidiary cor- They were used to porations served no purpose save an evil one. cover transactions that would not bear scrutiny.” Drawing conclusions, the Commission says: “It appears, there- fore, that not only were these consolidations contrary to law, but these ‘ @rectors were cognizant of the fact and contented themselves with the advice of counsel that under the company’s charter it could do! anything it pleased.” The case thus made up goes to the courts, ‘the judges do to vindicate the despised low. ———— etters From the People c : : T have read letters waking about |°*UY and faithfully for three years army life. Here is a letter ' received: a young man who was die-! {cr them. But It was not so, ebarged from the United States Army @bout four months age: “I have been out of the army for over four months! and cannot find work. When | was ~ @ email boy | always thought that to Serve one's country was a great honor, | ents 1) would As you know, _ when | was cighteen years old and, be wants work. I am therefore dis. go back to the army. {eas therefore I will by the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 53 #@ and ‘TS against the erection of fences that shut the public) The railway company may say to the! Toston and Maine stock began the startling series of transfers, shifts We shall see what ‘having served the United States hone| people would be glad to have me work bs After | many efforts to get work I discovered that the people who cheer when they | see soldiers in parade seem to have) Dealer. little use for the same soldier when 9 8 gusted, and were it not for my par- I entered the army| But 1 owe something to my parents try a@ little [ements oe Sone Booy’s IN TROUBLE Boys NOTHING MoRE SomeBopy's In TROUBLE ar BACT ana EERO — Sasa PRE RRR TAY I CAN'T SEE THE SALT WATER. GoT in MY EYES WISH 1 SURE 7 WAS A PIECE WE LOVE To BY SUCH eee PRECIOUS ‘Te HELP! OPEN Your \ CAN'T SEE Sait EYE “HE SALT WATER wae GoT in MY EYES IT'LL MELT The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, July 15, 1914 + = ARE You (Copyright, 191 I stitution, his fortune, or his neck. ty the Press Publish ing Co, N most men's eyes a husband seems to be the only convincing adver- tisoment of a woman's fascination. BACHELOR GIRL. Sy HELEN ROWLAND. (New York Evening World.) The modern man’s life is a series of “breaks.” First he breaks hearts, then promises, then marriage vows, tien speed records, and finally, his con- A woman may have to believe a man in order to love him—bvut, ah, HOW she has to love him in order to believe him! Why does a man always take for granted that a girl who flirts wits Stop Making Marriage an ‘‘Ideal” and Begin to Make It a “Square Deal.” him wants him to «iss her—when, nine times out of ten, she only -vants him to WANT to kiss her? If a man has a straight nose and good shoulders, somehow {t doesn’t take more than a few ev nings in the moonlight and a little auto-suggestion for a girl to persuade herself that he mated. and she are mentall: and spiritually marry—just for Instance. Marriage will never be safe until gin trying to make It a square deal. One kiss will sometimes sweeten a whole summer as effectively as one lump of sugar will sweeten a whole can of skimmed milk. In France people marry for money; in Germany they marry for a home; in England they marry for social position; but in America they Aman may admire a girl for her “beauty of mind,” but he doesn't often ask her to go strolling in the moonlight with him for that reason... we stop making it an “ideal” and be- First Locomotive. HE first locomotive was com- pleted and put into operation just a century ago, in 1814, by George Stephenson, who was born in Wylam, England, June 9, 1781, He was engineer at a colliery when he invented a travelling engine to draw wagons along @ tramway. Stephen- son's first locomotive attained a speed of six miles an hour. Improvement after improvement was made, not only in the locomotive, but tp the rails, and in 1822 Stephenson opened the first railway, which was elght | miles in length, In 1829 his locomotive, the Rocket, reached a speed of thirty-five miles hour, winning tho prize of $2,000 \Siered by tho Liverpool and Man- {chester Railway Company. The en- tire system of railway "locomotion, with stations, signals, tenders and carriages, was .ompleted with the in- | auguration of the Liverpool and Man- chester tine in 1880, Stepbenson was largely instrumental in establishing all the English and foreign lines dur- ling the first period of railroading. He died in 1848, The centenary of steam locomotives finds those engines im- prov enlarged beyond the wild- est dreams of the inventor, but al- ready threatened with extinction by the electric locomotive. Hits From Sharp Wits. The wise lover nowadays will re- member that the tender missives he sends may be read by the jury as welt as by the girl —Cleveland Plain | No man ever got very far by stand- ing with one elbow on the bar and imagining himself the favorite son of | Destiny.—Toledo Blade. : The nolsiest leader may not have longer.” I think thai th. Govern- the largest following. i pee ss Sees one who enter ment if not the people, owes retired | °° fe 8 Lares ye When I goidiers a job, What readers’ ‘That money ia not everything ts re- discharge 4 pot that, think? Ni} We marked most frequently by men who ‘ This Is St. Swithin's Day— But Don't ES, this ts St. Swithin's Day— July 15—but don’t let that worry you, even if there is rain. As a weather prophet the saint is a fraud. St. Swithin's Day, 1f thou dost rain For forty days it will remain; St. Swithin’s Day, if thou be fair For forty days ‘twill rain nae mair. So remarked our ancestors every July 15, which {a the festival of St. Swithin, confessor, bishop and patron of Winchester, England. He lived in the ninth century, As usual, our ancestors were wrong, but superstition has more lives than a cat, Our credulous forefathers might easily have disproved the St, Swithin legend, but they were fond of “signs” and denounced all persons who sought to destroy their pot il- lusions. It has remained for the sapient and iconoclastic scientists of the present generation to “show up" St, Swithin as the impostor he Is. Mcteorological records prove conclusively that there is more poetry than truth in the an- cient verse about St, Swithin and the weather—and absolutely uo truth! On the contrary, statistics show th in both America and England a wet St. Swithin's Day is more likely to be followed by a drought than a deluge. It is only giving St, Swithin a square deal, however, to say that he never posed as a prognosticator of the weather and that this reputation was assigned to him after he was dead and couldn't he!p himself, Ac- cording to the tradition which ae- counts for Bishop Swithin's vogue as A prophet, the saint asked that he be buried in'the common graveyard in- stead of in the church, This request Believe Its Omens Was complied .with, but about a cen- tury later the clergy decided that the last resting place chosen by Swithin was not in keeping with the dignity attaching to the bones of a bishop. When they prepared to dig up all that Was mortal of Swithin the clouds} poured forth a veritable deluge and the rainfall continued without tnter- mission for forty days. After that the priests decided that it wasn’t safe to disregard Swithin's preferences, and they Ddullt a chapel above bis grave, This legend ts very interesting and it 1s an excellent example of the in- ventive genius of a writer of the eighteenth century, Hc was a trifle careless as to the facts, however, for the remqval of Swithin's bones ‘was Paccomplished with much ceremony and without any Interference from| the weather, The weather during the ceremonial and feast was described as “most propitious,” Swithin was never canonized by the Pope, so he ts not a regular saint 'n good standing, but only wha: ts called in England a, “home-made saint.” Many other saints have been pop-| ularly assoclated with the weather. In Scotland and generally throughout Kurope it was belleved that rain on the festival of the Translation of St. | | Martin, July 4, betokened wet weather | for twenty days thereafter, In France | St. Medard was the “weather saint,” probably because of the legend that on one occasion when the saint was caught In a heavy rain an eagle hov- ered over him and served the pur- pose of an umbrella, Protais and St. Godelieve have their devoted following, Candlemas Day, the second of February, is also al- leged to be a prophetic period, but the groundhog, and not a saint, gets the credit, have a lot.—Albany Journal, . 8 Silence is wisdom's safeguard and the disguise of ipnorance,-Albany Journal, oe . ‘The reason daddy likes to have hie narien ee am jboy so through college is because | #onny can come home and tell daddy all there is to learn about life | Poledo Blade, A St. Gervais, St.) Mi *. Pop's Mutual Motor By Alma Woodward. jopyright. 1914, by ¥ Congrignt, 1914. by The Pros Py . jow York Broning Works as O% No. !—Napoleon at Canarsie. OP'S proclamation, when he P bought the car, was received in silence, He said: “The average automobile owner thinks he’s saving your life if he takes you for a ten-mile spin, lets you buy him a drink and do five- fourths of the work when he has a blowout. MY car is going to be at the disposal of my friends and neigh- bors. I’m going to do all the favors and give all the pleasure 1 can with it * 8 . * 8 @ «@ “I really don't like to ask you, Mr, Mitt,” Mra, Green, who lives across the street, spoke abologetically. “But the other evening you said that any timo I wanted to make use of your car I was welcome.” ‘Certainly!” asserted Pop, heartily. “What can I do for you?" “Well, I'll tell you how It is, Mr. Mitt. Ihave a sister who had a—er— ‘r—nervous breakdown, and she's been in @ sanitarium ‘at Canarsie. She's entirely cured now, and thought if you could go with mo and bring her home in your car It would be so kind of you—ob, so kind, Mr, it “That sister of hers was crazy the last time I heard," murmured Ma, as the lady ran home to get her bat. “She was in a bughouse!"’ “Well, can't she be cured? IT clare I don’t know where my family gets its uncharitable spirit. Here's a chance to do a kind thing—so let's do it.” An hour later we rolled up the beautifully kept roadway. A figure atepped from behind a ayringa bush There is a rush for experiments, for something new.—Macon Telegraph. ) and bade us halt. It was a man with the bland face of a child, Onis de- | The Love Stories Of Great Americans By Albert Payson Terhune (Copyright, 1914, by the Pres: Publishing Co, (New York Brening World.) 0. 20.—NATHAN HALE AND HIS SCHOOLGIRL SWE§T- HEART. F CONNECTICUT schoolmaster—younger than many college boys of the present day—foll in love with one of his pupils. The young schoolmaster was Nathan Hale, a six-foot athlete = who was graduated from Yale at eighteen, and who, at nineteen, _ | Was appointed preceptor of the New London Union Grammar School. The girl was Alice Adams. She was alxteen, and was beautiful and vivacious, | Some authoritics say she was Hale's adopted sister. 2 Their romance began in the schoolroom in 1774. The nineteen-year-old wooer was making a fair living. And sixteen was not considered in those days an over-early marriage age for girls. So Nathan and Alice became engaged. Plans for their wedding were under way when, the next spring, | came news of the Concord and Lexington battle. America had struck its first blow for freedom. And at word of it the. thirteen colonies blazed into war. Everywhere men turned from the work | te enlist. Hale recruited and drilled a company of New London achoolboya, | using his father’s old “Manual of Arms.” He showed so much military Carnes talent that he was made a lieutenant in one of the A Soldier's first Connecticut regir-ents i Wooing. | Alice urged him on to glory and to duty; ~ indefinitely their marriage, though she realized that Hale wrote her a letter which ended: “AS soon as our beloved country 1s free from accursed British rule and the last redcoat has been driven from our shores I will return to keep my promise to you!” At best theirs threatened to be a long engagement. guine patriot did not expect an early end to the wat heart and soul into the confitct. On Jan, 1, 1776, he was promoted to a captaincy. One gallant exploit followed another, His capture of the British warship “Asin” drew all eyes to him. Then came his last and bravest deed, New York City was in the hands of the British. Hale volunteered to go thither in disguise to learn information for Gen. Washington. His mission was betrayed by a Tory cousin and he was captured, Without trial, he was condemned to dle. Hale, before starting for New York, had paid a last flying visit to Alice, lat New London. He did not tell her the errand on which he was bound. | But he sent back to her by a fellow officer his commission and everything of value he possessed. | _ Now, on his last night on earth, he wrote her a letter of farewell. He |Rave the letter to Cunningham, the “Devil Provost Marshal.” to send through the lines to Alice, Cunningham read the letter in Hale's pres- ence, then tore it to bits and spat on the fragments Hale next asked for a Bible. Cunningham refused; Provost-Marshal let him see a clergyman, | At dawn on Sunday, Sept, 22, 1776, Hale was led out to dle. Some say | he was hanged somewhere on the old Beekman estate, some that his seaf- | fold was where the Hall of Records now stands; some that it was in the Rutger’s orchard at Pike and Monroe streets. No one knows the place of | his unmarked grave. ‘The rope around his neck, Nathan Hale turned to address the weeping crowd that surrounded the gallows, He began the wonderful speech which contains the words: “I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.” Before the address was ended, Cunningham yelled to the lLang- )man: “Swing him off!" It would be romantic to tell how Alice Adams died of heartbreak. But | @mnnneneens, if real life such things seldom happen. Even as Rob- | $A Destroyed § it Emmet’s sweetheart llved on and married « lesser | man, so did Alice Adams, In fact, Alice married | $ Love Letter. § twice. First, Eleazer Ripley and then William Laur- ? ence of Hartford. Yet she never wholly forgot her hero-lover. For, in 1815—nearly sev- enty years later—when she lay dying, she started momentarily out of her death sleep and exclaimed: “Write to Nathan!” “Thicker Than Water.” WAY tack te the "900 ans Arsene |S Meer cperanlis to, ee near fcan naval officer stationed tn | their fraternal feeling for their Amer- China, observing that the Brit- | foan cousins, When the marines and ish ships were getting the worst of | Sailors went ashore at Vera Cruz . | they were cheered on their way by {t In @ battle with the heathen cle | ee ee a ee oe trate fe nese, went to the assistance of the| the harbor. English and helped to chastise the| At Tanipico many Americans had Orientals. Ho explained afterward | cause to be thankful to the sea-fight- that “Blood is thicker than water,” and his superiors accepted his state- ers from John Bull's Mght little island and to their commander, Sir ment without subjecting it to acien- tifle proof. Christopher George Francis Maurice Since then the officers and tars of Cradock, the rear-admiral in charge of the British squadron off Tampico. the British and American navies have been on the friendliest terms. At In the work of getting American ref- ugees out of the turbulent country Manila the British sea-fighters, from the commander down, were pro- the Admiral co-operated effectively with Sir Lionel Carden, the British American to a man. More recently, Minister. even the war must postpone When he left for the front, For the most san- Hale threw himself nor would the Fashions Two Afternoon Playing Frocks | ah sta Figure.— Large checked brown and ecru ham dress with collar and cuffs of brown linen trimmed with pearl buttons, The front is cut to simulate a point at the neck, and is edged with @ narrow heading of ecru gingham, Risst Figure.— Frock of geran- jum pink linen. The turned back collar, sleeves and coat have alloped edge, piped with the same ma- terial. The skirt is laced in wide box plaits under a deep indie of roman striped ribbon in two shades of pink, yellow and black; olive shaped buttons and bound buiton-holes fasten the coat down the front. | | Call at THE EVENING WORLD MAY MANTON FASHION BUREAU, Donald Building, 100 Wert Thirty-second street (oppo- | ate Gimbel Bros.), corner Sixth avanue and Thirty-second street, New York, or sent by mail on receipt of ten cents in coin or stampe for each pattern ordered. IMPORTANT—Write your address plainly and always specify size wanted, Add two cents for letter postage if in a hurry. | % Ovtate | ‘These | 3 Patterns, | ead he balanced a cocked hat of Emperor, “General, proceed.” nowspaper; at his side was a bamboo{ And the General proceeded, all cane sword, sheathed in @ seabbard | right. It's one thing to have a lunatic. - of mosquito netting, in front of you—it's another to have | “I knew you would come, General,” | him right “behind | you, flourishing he said. “We will immediately pro- | amateur weapons of » With tacks ceed to inspect the battle-ground.”) in ‘em! Especially when yo: And, without another word he opened | ing to run a car that you ho the door of the tonneau and got !n| the hang of. | between Mrs, Green and Ma, Pop inspected battlegrounds all over “He thinks he's Napoleon,” whis- |pered Pop. dox without one, to the building.” But Napoleon thought otherwise, “The other way—back up!" he com- | manded, “The battle-ground Hes be- yond the gates!” “Do as he says—do as he says! He may get violent!” screamed Mrs, Green, “Be quiet, Josephine!" ordered the Canarsie from 3 to 6 P. M, at the point of Napoleon's bamboo sword, Then suddenly there was a report, Joud and sharp as a pistol shot. With @ pained whoop of dismay Napoleon leaped from the car, shouting that the enemy was upon us, and started to hotfoot It up the road, ' Pop mopped his brow. intone@, “Oh, blessed blowout!” he Which tire ‘waa tsb “No sanitarlum is ortho- We'll drive him up “Napoleon's Waterloo, art thou!