The evening world. Newspaper, August 15, 1914, Page 8

ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH Baty sass nt ss Presse Becond-Class tae *is Bie’ brenine| For ingland ané the Continent United States ‘ait #80 0 Countejen in the ternational Posi ‘One Year. One Month .NO. 19,858 LET THE LESSON BE PROMPT. MACHINE WAR. AVING curtained and censored and concealed events until peo- ple in London, Paris and Berlin are ignorant of what their troops are doing, or even where they are, the European war ) makers succeed in reducing their terrible game to a machine grinding ~ end crunching away in grim isolation. 5 What becomes of the heroes? It would seem that nations are ©), We longer to thrill over tidings of brave men and heroic deeds brought ~ all fresh and inspiring from the front. All news is reduced to cold, Bare bulletins of geography and net results. Modern warfare, so far as we are permitted to see it at work, to be a gigantic, soulless mechanism, turning ite blood- Fibeered wheels in darkness, traceable only by the dead and wounded * that pile higher and higher bebind it. a Secretary Bryan is trying to get information as to the Whereabouts in Europe of Prof. Todd, the astronomer. This is no time for star-gasing on the Continent. ee WHAT ABOUT OTHER NOISES? HE Anti-Noise ordinance against street hawkers who disturb the neighborhood with ravfcous cries raises a question: Why are other worse noise nuisances allowed to go on? im *HoFexample:’The most netve-racking sounds from which New Workers throughout the city suffer to-day are the unearthly brain- screeches emitted from clevated, surface and subway car © wheels as they scrape against faulty brakes or grind over unoiled ) @asves and switches. ’ Following « long crusade conducted by The Evening World this particular nuisance, the Public Service Commission last ber issued a formal order to all railways throughout Greater York directing them to equip thcir cars with noiseless brakes Iubricate their curves and crossovers. ~ Have the railways complied? It is more than seven months “f the order was issued. Yet subway trains still screech around ithe curve at Forty-second street. Elevated cars grind and grate with ae he same infernc] din. Flat wheels on surface trolleys pound over i and loose rails. Thonsands of workers in the city are d by day and kept awake at night by this wholly unnecessary Does the Public Service Commission ever see that its prders are ed? Or does it exhaust its energy in issuing them? a It's Canal Day. so Tana showing the aan a st Is @ man allowed to plead it; mae ane etrength s we to murder in the first degree ae ¥ e Story of the Franco-Prussian War| i Tour and Gravelotte. PROU will remember that the French (in two armies led by Basaine and MacMahon) ‘Were fleeing across Alsace : Lorraine trom the frontier isely followed by the three German ; which pursued them so rapidly a the two bodies of fugitives had ui” @ ehance to combine. yp. Whi the “Third Army” was in pur- ef MacMahon, Bazaine, followed the “Firet Army” and the ‘‘Becond »” wes drawing near Mets, and (halted near Courcelles to sive bat- to bis pursuers. another of the interminable ‘Préach blunders robbed Basaine of : to smasb the German van- before the main body could up. And Bere, on Aug. 14, he Uminaries. The French stood in martial orde: their backs to the fortress of Mi their lines stretching for miles nort, ward from St. Hubert. ine bad learned by this time that many of his subordinate generals were rank incompetents, that bis staff disliked nd sought to thwart him, and that the Germans could outmarch outfight his army. So it is not p able he looked forward with any great expectancy to winning this battle. All along the line the fighting raged, and all day it contin until late at night, the Germans losing about 20,000 men to France's 13,000. Then the French fied in disorderly rout, falling back upon Mets and seek- tog satety ‘within the fortress’s strong 8. This was just what the Germans bad desired. Of the two French armies, one was now safely bottled up where it could do no more damage and offer no further resistance the German invasion. Mets was promptly besie, by a portion of the victorious armies, w! the remainder of the Germans were free to continue the war without any menace from Bazaine or from bie bygeampered. host, fae One French army Ing disposed of, it remained only ‘ oo oh Set, 2 i 01 the invaders. vin (Te Be Continued.) order i) BERE fs ject one way to stop the carnival of price-beesting which | | Siena Company, Nos. 53 to ‘ork. Row. E ® to try @ lik @ course | hi Pei Isr. fasmonable and high priced road- house, Cheese Hill Inn, it looked to him as though a pleasart time would | Chapters From. N “What 1 asked. thing I good to m 78 “It in very little, But I mean it, Sue, when I say If you don't do it you are the most ungrateful woman | ever knew! ‘Théo, don't get angry"”—as I flushed at her words—"walt until I finish! you ever since we met, You are quite a different looking Sue from the one I met when Jack introduced his CHAPTER LXVIII, J ext day Mildred Somers came to see me, Almost at once she said, she had called “to ask @ great favor." can I do for you, Mildred? “You know I would do any- omega SE 8S Mr. Jarr stepped into the auto- mobile bis foot hit a handbag in the bottom of the tonneau that gave back a metallic sound when struck. c “I beg your pardon, I hope I didn’t xk anything!” remarked our hero. yh, it wouldn't hurt anything it uu did!” said Mra, Clara Mudridge- Smith lightly, ‘“It'e only his old vacuum bottle.” “Oh, It's all right, it's all right. Nothing broken!” cried Mr. Jabez Smith, merchant prince and devoted husband of that fair young society matron, Mrs. Clara Mudridge-Smith. ‘ea, it's my vacuum bottl “Thank goodness you didn't bring your dancing crutches along with you!” snapped his bride. “And I'm glad, too, that you do not bring & hot bottle and an invalid’s chair. hink of going out for an evening's pleasure with a chronic invalld!® you,” feeling that all she sald was Mrs. Jarr remarked sweetly that {t/true und, us» usual, flattered by her was a lovely night, and that she was | comment | sure they were going to have a de- “LT want you to stop putting me off; | Ughtful Ume. 1 want you to tell me every single) Mr, Jarr satd nothing. If his boss| time Jack gets any information about | young bride were to} stocks. It won't cost you anything—| tal akirmishes at the|quite the reverse, Jack will never] of their tris to the| know Jt, but you will suve yourself zo _ a a quarfel—perhaps something worse— Hits From Sharp Wits. op account of your indebtedness.” Advice that Is freely given is usu- Hut you advise: I interjected. “Ot course I did! Hw did 1 know ally of the poorest quality.—Albany Journal, you were silly enough bo run in debt hundreds of dollars when you did not we generally noted that io modern warfare whoever gets to the know where the money was coming telegraph wires first wins the most bi | girl | typhi dress and looked it. Now you are & 1 New York woman, — well ed, sought atter, instead of the ! little untry mouse that no one) would look at the second time.” | “But do tell me what I can do for} from to pay them? T wasn't the keeper | eee batth Boston Transcript. of your bank account.” ee Some way, while knowing that she spoke the truth, I felt she was inain- One man witb an ingrowing dispo- sition can put the souls of a atreet cere in what she said. “But | promised Jack"—-~ T atam- car full of people out of tune.—Toledo Blade. mered, with a last struggle to keep faith “But suppose Jack finds out how you have been deceiving him for the last two years, In fact ever since your gather died?) What will he sa, Perh¥ps he will do as many nen do, and advertise he will pay no debts of yours,” voicing my haunting dread, “Then how will you get the clothes that you need, and must have, to set! off your beauty? For—when you a dressed, you @ Why should a man go to a phrenol- out to find out pleasant thin; about himself which he can’t believe any disagreeable things he already knows?—Philadelphia Inquirer. AS lovely, Su Most people bold their opinions to be self-evident truths. eee A man will share his last crust with @ friend and hee. the pie all for le e ¥ nald solernn- if you will promise me socredly t you will never let Jack know, or that he will hear of it through your husband, I'll tell you whatever he tells me. But it may be some time before meelt.—Deseret BORGEN SIE Geuo! right, 1618, esa. Pibital ing ‘ork Kveninig ia 1S LEND ME A FEW DO LLARS, UNCLE! PRETEZ-MOI . QueLaués DOLLARS, MON ONCLE MIR, TWAS KANN (cH ETWAS GELD BEKOMMEN?, ' KEK KK KKK CK CLE KCC LCE CE LCE LEEK ee Mr. Jarr Learns the Only Sure Way To Capture a Tango Contest Cup SSS be had by all. “My baby is so full of life and spirits!” murmured old man Smith a Woman’s Life By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1914, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) “I understand that, Sue," she said, her eyes shining, “but two or three such bits of positive ews as that is all one needs. “Then give me a pen, pa I'll write a note for Mr, Howells’ ou can give that to Mr. Howells, and tell Jack what you please. But I should tell him I waa to make a small payment cach month—say $25. That of having the picture, he won't mini Milddred soon left, and I immedi ately ma up my mind to follow her suggestion, doing all day? Been out jack asked when he came home to dinner. but Mildred has been here, 1 have done all I could for| 4nd the rest of the day I have been fnd Mr. Dinksto! busy with Norah and the children.” “Did Mildred say anything about Ned, or any trouble? “Why, no! y iT What do you mean? I spirits!” | answered, “Probably theré is no truth in It, but there was a rumor around the office to-day that Ned had been pretty hard hit lately, They all get it sooner or later, Sue, as I have tried to make you understand. And when it comes, it takes a pretty strong man to weather i “Oh, you may be sure there is noth- ing in it. Mildred never could have acted as she did if there had been,” 1 protested. Then suddenly I remembered her desire for information, her willingness to do anything for me to get it. Could it be possible that here was her reason? But, no! 1 thought of what I, with my short sightedness, would have done under similar circumstances and dismissed the idea as im; ble. She had given me her note for $500, and I knew she had paid Mr. Howells the other $500, People in financial trouble did not give away $1,000 when there was no necessity. So I reasoned, knowing nothing of the ways of the Wall street gambler, “If you haven't been out all day, Jack interrupted my thoughts, “how would you like to go in town to the theatre? We'll dress up and then we eat afterward. I'll try and repay you for the shabby way you thought I treated you last time.” I was delight:’, Iran upstairs and put on no o. the latest gowns Loraine bed made me, Really it w vely and I felt that Jack's commll- ioents on my appearance were 4 aarvo: We had a delightful evering all vy ourselves, and after we reached home, Jack remarked: old times to-night, Sue, wasn't it?" he hears anything. This last informa- i bt usual wt om ‘eae ataeue tion was the first be bad Bad in Re Ba to get un ‘Telegraph. | “Indeed it was!" I returned happily, leased with myself, with my even- ra and oe i 4 won} ‘ack, ‘Well, Sue, what have you been’ can go somewhere and have a bite to! D Rek ahah al ahal al al ol ok ol ak alk ak ak al into Mr. Jarr’s ear. “Are we all fixed nicely nor he asked aloud, “All right, Dick, Cheese Hill In: “Where are we to stop for Dinksto: asked Mra. Smith, “I'll wager anything yo' didn’t arrange with Mr. Din come along with us. If that's ti case, who am I to dance with in tl cup contest?” ‘Why, my dear, I sent one of my young men up to Mr. Dinkston’ Place in under the tulip tee, I believe. And , the young man was instructed to se- leure Mr. Dinkston's wardrobe. We jare to pick Mr, Dinkston up in the park.” {""To the uninitiated this conversation |would have been unintelligible, but all in the be automobile knew that if the presence of Mr, Michael could; sxbu have been so won't seem so bad, and in the delight Angelo Dinkston was desired any- here it was generally necessary to eek him out in his familiar haunts, ‘search him for his pawn ticket and | get his most presentable ring Darel out of the hands of those who an nce money upon personal prop- ert \ know your young maf won't | Mudridge-Smith. ‘win the danc \Cheese Hill Inn Thursday Cup? Oh, dear, why did I marry bride. You were just a little country | never saw her gayer, or in better, such an old mushhe: Mr. Jarr started to hum: YW lee) la Your Idea of a Good ‘ime, Take Me Home! Take Me Home!” Mrs. Jarr gave him a terrible nudge in the ribs, and the big seven-pas- senger car holding the party swept into the park. Tho car stopped at Mr. Dinkston’s summer place, the park bench under the tulip tree, but no one was there save the very nerv- ous young private secretary of. Mr. Jarr’s boss. He reported Mr. Dink- ston had not appeared or sent any word, and it was the park police- man’s opinion that Mr. Dinkston must bave run down to Newport to k-end with fashionable friends. low what will do? cried Mrs. Mudridge-Smith. knew every- | and I always wip the cup when we dance, and my heart was set on win- ning one at the Che “Tt will be all right, my di ou'll win the cup with sald old Mr. Smith, snapped t! . “Why did you marry me make a show of me” Mr, Dinkston has Hill Ina,” Just to “Perhaps | gone ested D id I have @ premonition premonition carries more welght thi ‘orn aff na sworn a Mr. Smith ordered his chauffeur speed on to the road house. “You'll dance with my birdie Mr. Jarr. “It will right. i) win the cu only, way life is worth er." How could we win the cup? I can hardly dance,” retorted Mr. Jarr in a low voice, “T got it in the bag there. I always bring the cup. Ten dollars to the walter does the rest,” chuckled old man, to he a} he with college boys ait the park—it's the bench | thing would go wrong. Mr. Dinkston; F It's ¢ ving with| Copyright, 1914, by the Pree Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Wont.) AS TO THE SWEET AND SIMPLE “‘SQUAB.” PENNY for your troubles!” remarked the Bachelor as he came ¢ upon the Widow, immersed in deep thought, at the end of the Plagza and gazing with a far-away expression at the distant Bille. The Widow started, and smiled slowly and a little sadly as she mage room for bim beside her anid tucked his morning rose into her brows Bair. “Count ten over me!" she answered. “I'm finished—bowled over—com- Pletely knocked out! I defy you to find an ounce of egotiam concealed any- where avout me. And as for my vanity, it has dissolved like the misté @¢ dawn before the I'm a BACK NUMBER, Mr. Weatherby!" un, “YOU!” exclaimed the Bachelor incredulously. hat on earth have you been doing?” t aR 'EETING my Waterloo,” announced the Widow calmly, “Talking te the ‘Sweet Young Thing.’” “To the—what?” “To the debutante, the ‘SQUAB,' as you men call he of them. And I find that as a drawer of mon and @ hewer of hear! fully five years behind the times. What I don't know about the genus homo would fill a five-foot shelf. I'm just a ‘sweet old-fashioned woman’ after all, Mr. Weatherby. And wnly a few short years ago I was considered so— er—quite"—— “Quite so,” interrupted the Bachelor hastily. “Quite sophisticated,” finished the Widow; “quite advanced!" “In fact, almost dangerous,” murmured the Bachelor. “But the ‘Sweet Young Thing’ of 1914 has left me at the post,” decl the Widow frankly. “At nineteen she knows things about men, women emotions that almost terrify me. She has been brought up on the ‘sex question’ instead of on bread and milk. She has studied the ‘sex appeal’ until she knows it better than her Mother Goose. Men are open book to her, and she reads them in words of one syllable. She needs no ‘Mother to guide her!’ The managing mamma ts a babe in the woods beside her, and even a WIDOW ts a simple child. I felt like # dear old granny when I | tried to give her a little advice.” RRR nnn “Modesty le the Best Policy.” | 66] HOPE you advised her that ‘modesty is the best policy,’” remarked bred Bachelor as a “Sweet Young Thing” floated diaphanously past them. “I did!” groaned the Widow. “But when I assured her that men are like the park squirrels (if you fling your favors or your charms at them they Will never come up and eat out of your hand) she replied that waiting for Prince Charming to come riding by night might have’ been all right onee, j but that nowadays a girl has to go out and trip up his horse. WHAT @o | you think of THAT, Mr. Weatherby?” f “Oh, well,” laughed the Bachelor philosophically, “the girl of to-day has | t deal bigger job before her than the debutante of ten years ago, you | know; and she has to tackle it like a little Kaisetette. ‘In time of peace pre- ‘pare to kill!’ Once upon a time men used to marry when they lost their hearts, but nowadays they wait until they lose their heads. But~-er, what ¢ did she tell you?” “You'd hate to hear it,” the Widow warned him. “She put your whole has your sex on the end of a hatpin and then proceeded to dissect it. | faults, your vices, your follies and your weaknesses all assorted, boxed, There isn’t an illusion left about you—nor a spask Concerning a Widow's Waterloo, o ticketed and labelled. of romance!" “And yet,” exclaimed the Bachelor with a whistle of incredulity, “she is ready and willing to marry one of us?" - { The March of the Marri: Brigade. } & e EADY and willing!” repeated the Widow with a hysterical little laugh; “DETERMINED! She says you're the only thing there J@ to marry!” ‘And they look #0 harmless and innocent!” sighed the Bech-loz as @ bevy of G@weet Young Things in white muslin floated by. “Don't th laughed the Widow resentfully. “Not a bit deep, dark and designing—like a widow, for instance. But the lure of the widow, like | glamour of the actress and the danger of the divorcee, are all just mytha of |the past, Mr, Weatherby. The charms of black crepe fade into nothingness |bestde the charms of diaphanous gowns and I-see-you waists and slashed \skirts. No actress could wear fewer clothes and more paint than a modern debutante; no divorcee could be more sophisticated. It's the age of the | SQUAB, Mr. Weatherby—of the baby face and the rose-leaf mouth and the | knowledge of the serpent. And the only thing for a poor simple-mindor, unsophisticated widow to do is to retire from the scene.” “Oh, it's not so bad as all that!" said the Bachelor consolingly. “There are still a few ‘sweet old-fashioned’ men who like simple, childish, guileless little things like—like you. Here comes one of them, now, for Instance.” The Widow glanced up at the blushing young man who timidly ap- ed her. ‘ollege boys she murmured sadly. “Oh, yes, a widow can still Mirt =The Week’s Wash=— By Martin Green Copyright, 1914, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) ELL,” said the head pol-|hold a mass-meeting in Paris pro- Isher, ‘I see they aro driv-| testing against our fight. Just now ing the Germans back.” we are in the fortunate position ef rs having, in a way, ringside seats for ‘So we are IN-|the most stupendous contest of mod- formed,” saidjern times. It is up to us to use the laundry man. Amoricen common saree and pley = PS part 0! isinterested spectators, But there seems) cauge this war will come to an to be @ reverse) some day, and in the readjustment English on thin| things we will profit if we stand forth driving back|®# friends of all hands. thing. The Ger- mans have been driven back to such good effect that their out- posts are halt) way across Bel- gium on the way to the French fron- tor. ' “ ne thing I notice about There® Vone of the battling na ‘0 be proud of it, Servi ia, Austria blames Rus. blames Germany, France, Sngiand and Belgium blame Ger Raay, ‘and Germany passes the buck lto Russia. Each nation claims to | have right and heaven on Its side, Prominent in the warfare and prep- tions for same have been prayers offered up for the success of all the ‘Combatants, If right makes might, the current struggle must puzzle the nine gods of war Gen. Bingham used tot Ponany of us here in the es are fighting the war hs as busily as the ts are fighting with yonets, swords and nothing of bombs, aeroplanes, subma- A committee of ladies is arranging | minine Fifth avenue parade Han aoe meeting to protest against the prevalent hostilities: in Europe. “Now, each of the peoples engaged tn combat has a different viewpoint. Nations don’t go to war for fun. ly, the sons and daughters of nations involved, although resi- in thig country, have an inher- ent feeling that their blood kinsmen are actuated by eminently proper motives. And their feeling Is entitled | to the fullest respect , | “If we had @ war on we wouldn't greet with loud cheers criticlams of our conduct emanating from foreign sources. We'd probably admit to ourselves that outsiders were butting fo should @ aumber of Fronch ladies, Qos instance, form into 8 parade and An, j Ready-Made Diseord, oe HEY tell me, Polisher, Nesey and Franklin Reese: velt have opened hostilities on Tam- many Hall without consulting: the leaders of the Boy Scouts Brign@e Mitchel, Malone and Polk.” “Far be it from me,” sai@ the laundry man, “even to insinuate that the Colonel would carry pelitical strategy to euchalength as to eeak to influence the trend of things in the Democratic party. But we have to Sainte that the Colonel is a strat- exis "Mr, Hennessy visits the Colonel. Oyster Bay. Then he starts mtr tour up-State, and whan he gets Gack he announces himself as an pendent Democratic date Governor in the primaries, at very same time the Colonel's Hons Fonte projects bimeelft ie primaries ac the date t he Benate, send - “The organization can't stand Hennessy and Roosevelt, "Ni inte a sia, Rus ‘A Br | United Stat with our mout! actual combatan' guns, pistols, ba; (arti ery, te ey joons, aang and battleahi perfectly earne: can Gav, Girvan afford to go ight against Hennessy un! wants to be called Murphy's eande date. The Boy Scouts have no te for Hennessy, either, Bohere we have more discord in the Dems e Cale: ranks, and that {s just what th nel wants, Far be it from m@ te to east any insinuations, but, viously’ remarked, when It 'comes te strategy the Colonel is right there or zy thereabouts. 66 “that King George has let all the English militant suff- gists out of jail.” ee '‘However,” said the laun eee ry Dee. dent $A Publicity Quencher SEE," waid the head poltsher, he militants won't do | wate the war bogs all the Bewapapenay”