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In the case of Letehworth Village, although the plans were approved as far back @s 1912, in April of this year the foundations of only four of the first group of dormitories had been laid. Confusion and delay in the State Architect’s office come in for epecial criticism. Strange that taxpayers in State or city can never get anything built with economy and despatch! One hundred million dollars epent in ten years secures only loose-end beginnings on a job of deepening and widening the Erie Canal. Meanwhile a thriving canal traffic hae been choked pretty nearly to death and New York sees its waterway trade going to Baltimore and Norfolk. The completion of a $15,000,000 Municipal Building fs delayed more than s year beyond the contract date. Yet in the mean time the eame contractors run up a Woolworth Building for a private cus- tomer in record time. Pi It ought to be a platitude of justice and common sense that public works are best planned, best executed, soonest completed. In- stead, the statement reads like a joke. Every one knows the ex opposite is true. What is there about public office that makes men inert? —————————— Newly arrived British Treasury officers with good news to tell will find @ soulful welcome in Wall street. a Se ? NAME IT SQUIER PARK. MOVEMENT has been started in Brooklyn to rename the magnificent Forest Park, on Ridgewood Hills, Woodruff Park, in honor of the late Timothy L, Woodruff. This tract is one of the finest pieces of park land the Greater City owns. It has preserved almost all its original timber save the chest- ust tress, which succumbed to the blight. The city owes ite possession of this beautiful wooded erea to Frank Squier, Park Commissioner of Brooklyn under the Schieren administration. Mr. Squier was at pains to acquire the property at @ cost of probably one-tenth its present value. Mr. Woodruff served only « short time in the Park Department of Brooklyn before entering upon his political career. His connec- tion with Forest Park was of the slightest and not et all of a char- acter to warrant the suggested change of name. ° ¥f the memory of any man is to be thus honored, the name of Frank Squier stands next to that of James S. T. Stranahan in the creation of the Brooklyn perk system. Tho city is indebted to him not only for Forest Park but for other sightly bits of woodland and |’ seashore which his energy and foresight secured from time to time for the public’s lasting benofit. There is but flimsy pretext for “Woodruff Park.” solid reasons for “Squier Park.” eee ‘The qutmarine needs no more advocates. It launches * its own grim arguments. And they convince, —— PLAY-STARVED CHILDREN. INE JUSAND DOLLARS raised by the cjtizens of Spring- field, Ill., to pay for a critique of their town by Sage Foundation experts have purchased them, among other things, the opinion that Springfield children are “play starved.” ‘The yunngstere, it appears, hardly ever vary their games. The boys all “specialize” on baseball, the girls on moving pictures, Boys and gitls eeem to have forgotten how to diversify their amusements, It’s a good, painstaking, disquieting opinion, and probably worth the fe, but we advise Springfield net to worry too much about it. Children are queer soule—like their elders. Fashions in games and Play are terribly exacting. What boy ever “starved” on baseball? Give any child-expert « child, and he will find you « dosen abnormal and formidable indications, He's a specialist himself. But give the There aro If you fall to register before 10 o'clock to-night, you cannot ‘vets. If you cannot vote, are you even half a citizen? Hits From Sharp Wits. ‘The cracks a smile.— | acti eo otr —d - fal ry active man ength.—Albany Jour. ee aries Ete eunshine now end then is le who “didn't kn pated bo the bent ens Cote- oever live and learn, me eee who have sunny dispositions are always on the sunny elde of street. —Deseret News, id ‘Pho man who is really accomplish- py RG enapolis r ‘Many men feel if they were paid eee for what they know the¥ would get ‘There arc those who use so much | larger salaries. time im thinking of what they might e 8 e have done yesterday and what they| When the children are small daddy may ¢o to-morrow that they never! wonders if they will be an honor to aceormplich mach | to-day. him. After they have grown up he wonders if they are eatisfed with him—-Toledo Blade, Letters From the People| Money Hoaréors. learn by tnautey, of the men in charge Te ae meentns Weds hat thle big Job tx not to goon at pres ng @ war or othe! our resent editoriel “The Money | crises” Buch buildings would here Hope ts « lazy man’s pastime, an Mlearders" te en inspiration. Early| given ‘employment to hundreds of several firms enoa- | men during this wint fuch house owners’ tenants ld do likev ise and refuse to pay nw. For England end the Continent. and vee 99.78 soe OB “The Evening World Daily Magazine. Satizday. OF t You Never Can Tell «stetttn By Maurice Ketten | HAVE BEEN TOLD WHO IS Got T BE Recres THIS FALL, IT MusT BE Wit, Wisdom , And Philosophy EPIGRAMS. By La Rochefoucauld. N affliction there are various sorts of hypocrisy. In one, while protesting to mourn the loss of a person dear to us, we mourn for ourselves, we regret the good opinion he had of us, We mourn the diminution of our Possessions, of our pleasure, &c, Thus the dead are honored with tears which flow only for the living. I say that it 1s @ kind of hypocrisy, for in these sorts of affliction we deceive ourselves, e There is another hypocrisy which 1s not so innocent, because it imposes on every one, It is the affectation of certain persons who aspire the glory of @ noble and immortal grief. When time, which wastes all things, has quenched the grief they really felt, they persist in their tears, their wailings, their sighs, They assume @ mournful aspect and labor to per- quade by all their arts that their grief will end only with their life, This ead and wearisome vanity ts generally found in ambitious women. As their sex bara them from the roads which lead to glory they seck celebrity by the show of unspeakable sorrow. There is yet another kind of tears, whose springs are ai and which flow and dry up easily. ‘weepers ‘weep in order to have @ name for being tender, They w to be pitied, they weep to be wept for; in short, they weep to avold the shame of not weeping, a ae The true gentleman i# he who does not plume himaelt in anything. Every one complains of his memory and no one complains of his judg- ment. eee ‘The mind is ever the dupe of the heart. All who know their mind do not know their heart, eee ‘We sive nothing so liberally as atvion, . ‘The more we lov. nearer wo are te lo ° To undeceive a man absorbed in his own merit is to do him as bad.a turn as was done to that mad lady love the her. Athenian who believed that all the ships which entered the harbor be- longed to himeett, j The true way to be deceived is to think one's eelf sharper than others, Nature ocrentes merit, and fortune sete it to work, | There are two kinds of constancy in love; the ome comes from con- stantly finding new things to love in the person we love and the other o deserves raii gitar arias wert an enly elothws weakness of will REARCH AeliAN LITICIAN - 1AM The Week’s Wash By Martin Green OH, PLEASE , Just ONE VERSE dF PoeTRY Copyright, 1014, by The Ire Publishing Oo. (The New York Evening Werld), LANTING bombs in New York appears to be about as risky a performance as taking candy from a child,” remarked the head polisher. “It wouldn't be such @ popular sport if every Anarchist leader who praises bomb explosions or suggests bomb explosions was thrown into jail and kept there,” said the laundry man. “But our Anarchists are favored and petted residents of New York—not citizens, for they are all foreigners who came to this country to escape work in goreign lands, And they have made good their escape, “A young Brooklynite—a citizen— the support of his mother and two alstere—having been long out of work, became desperate last week and sent @ box of poisoned candy to a mil- Monaire, having previously warned the millionaire that the candy was te arrive. He figured that he would be hailed as @ life saver and given a job. “What happened to him? Our effi- olent police slammed him into jail and be is now held without bail awaiting indictment by the Grand Jury for the crime of assault in the first degree. “At the very same time that the Getectives were arresting the Brook- lym youth, on the fifth anniversary of @ execution of Ferrer, the Sp: Anarchist, two bombs were in two Rew. ore caurehee, ‘The man lan e away. wi Risander Berkman and other An- archist leaders immediately into print with praise for the bomb thrower, They prophesied that more bombe will be ted. And they are it large. wow. a big equad of detectives ts watching every Anarchist leader day and night in the foolish belief that they may thus prevent further bomb outrages. It isn’t the leaders who throw the bombs. They are always a safe distance to the rear of the fight- ing line, And for their own protec- tion they are always ready to invoke the law thoy would destroy, “Nearly @ quarter of a century ago Chicago was as tolerant and con- siderate in dealing with Anarchists as New York ts to-day, The Anarchists repaid Chicag®'s toleration by killing licemen and innocent citizens with Bombe Chicago hanged several lead- ing Anarchists and one blew his off in jail. There has been no anarchy in Chicago since, Maybe authorities of this city need a i market massacre such as Chicago perienced to rouse them to but it would seem a simpler plan to put the Anarchist itators, make the plight of the unemployed a screen for a propaganda of viol and murder, in a place from whence their appeals to their half-witted dupes could not issue.” Teeniratana For tata t Ons 66 AYBE we might get into trouble over that ruling of the State Department that any citizen has a right to lend money or well to a belligerent in the Huropesa war,” suggested the head polisher. “Not a chance," declared the laundry retell i because t! pay take all riske of shipments. many should hap) trol of the sea and France we contraband of “Our mules from the B: them. We ey to Russia, and our bankers are w. ‘up in the middle of the night ang chattering about the interest on J ‘borrow»money in the United States it they pay enough for ft, but if I had money to lend I’ hesitate a long time before letting it go to any of the nations now at war across tho sea, because the side that gots licked is going to get licked good and plenty.” 4 In Spite of All. 66 1 said the head polisher, I “that the city administration has indorsed Gov. Glynn.” “Howe said the laundry man, "T am t the Governor thinks he can win, at that.” JUNGLE TALES FOR CHILDREN—BY PARMER SMITH MMY GIRAFFE was going down the road one day when be met Jimmy Grasshopper. “Cher-cho-o-o!” went Jimmy, just to attract Tommy's attention. “Exouse me,” began Tommy. “T. want to know who it is maiing that dreadful noise before | look down.” “Tam Jimmy Grasshopper,” sald a alongside of Tommy's ‘© you look down comes from our making it @ point of your on,” replied honor to be constant, Tomy, ‘ut why should I look down oe 8 at @ little fellow with jumping-jack to be ned for | lege like yout” “Never mind about my legs,” an- ewered Jimmy, trying all the time to think of some way to make the fellow with the long neck look down, Then he sneeged again and began aa if some one were beside him. “Yos, indeed,” Jimmy wes 4 Just ae if some one were right le side him. “Tommy Gi bes o beautiful neck, ut it is far prettier when he bends it. That is, when he looks dows," Pa * io are you talking to?” asked Tommy, bending his neck and look- ig at Jimmy Grasshopper. “Never mind. You looked down and that was what I wanted,” eaid Jimmy, “I wasn't talking to anybody and so I wasn't telling anybody what wasn't true. And you had no business listen- s ing, ao there! Now, don’t call my lege bad names any more,” “L won't’ sald Tommy, mesktz, cometh ss YP be Wak “LA BRABANCONNE,” was composed by Francois van Cam- penhout, a leading tenor tn the Brussels Opera House. One version runst Let tt ond: Beigions be free men; From Nassau brook se more in- dignity, Mince shot hee torn down the een Oe ar ‘The word “orange” in re fers, of course, to the igo ‘Das, ence, to In the opera, the Neapolitan te buy the stock that Of| didn’t say a word M lo, cafle in impaasii course I bad to refuse T had not en : e words his countrymen to be; “Couldn't you have done that for) cards for some time, be eeereae fe rie ie tee Sareore ot Teer ay, aa! oes ths ae Oye The a Ry jowntrodden lend an: ve their) “Why, Sue, are | bills at the tradeam . heart's blood in hurling back the for-| against the rules of the ‘frm, ‘But let | tloeable, And f amused Jeek "oy of inv ‘When the tenor,| me tell you the story; now that you brageing of my economy, who may have been Campenhout| have ight it up again: ‘You mean ‘o had now commenced our d@ane- himeelf, gung the fiery words| you won’ do is for me? Ned| ing lessons, and were Amt of a ae e aA A ‘ what I m od. I thor it was daing dase was with the wildest en-| Somers,’ I told Im, and he anatoned He seemed to ao thusiasm. And rising from their seats, the cheek out cf my band and tore Practined often at ma people shouted the mone fm chorus! it into bite, The ai just soared | ahort time we te over and over io Sentenine tar oul doy. and of course, he was fu- the olub when they had the ur he gee (eh ths | “ack divided the mone; | aturday aight dances, but i pc bis ile ee Ln ao eam aa aoc OR tlt ac L. . ' ober carry Somers, unknown to the firm, bar ayy pis Vo) | that the stock he wanted to sell had janet 17° 1914 What Every | Woman Thinks By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1014, by Tee Pras Publishing Co, (The Now York Brening World), AS TO THE MASCULINE ART OF “FORGETTING.” » 6 (peaQOMETINES,” mused the Widow, as she tucked her scintillating S slippers coztly on the fender and leaned ber curly brown hebd, . ike the heart of a rose, against the scarlet velvet cushion, “I can’t help admiring men!” hea “In moments of weakness, I suppose?” murmured the Bachelor, eympa- thetically. met “In moments of illumination,” corrected the Widow, “wher I digetver some quality in them which I positively envy! Take their ability to. BOR- GET things, for instance. A man can forget ANYTHING that he @pegp’t ‘want to remember, from a debt, an engagement, or a promise to a ora woman. He can forget his meals, or his prejudices, or the fact that BO ts married, if it happens to be convenient, Men's memories seem to be tenigied, Itke circus animals, to lie down, roll over and play ‘dead dog’ at a moment's notice"™— [eee Remembers ana Why jemembere and Why, onancnnnnnnanccioncccnssncsonasicaonabcing 66S cea etneal Cicise ee Se eee @ mosq cont ly busszing in her eara, and tingling x actence and keeping her awake nights.” _ of “Yes,” agreed the Widow, ruefully, “and just as uncomfortebid.dnd useless as a mosquito, A woman remembers EVERYTHING—forevert She oan't take an old frock out of the trunk without living through some séati- ‘mental experience all over again. The sound of an old song or eh old walts tune will take her back through all the agonies of a dead and gone flirtation; and the fragrance of some particular flower will make the man across table fade away into space; and she will find herself smiling into the eyes of some ex-sweetheart, who ts probably long since married and—and sorry for it. But a man forgets the fragrance of lilies when the odor of hyacinths is in his nostrils” —— ight of an old dress su reminds him of nothing knowledged the Bachelor, frankly. ad Ld why I envy him!" pursued the Widow. “What's the wee of memories, anyhow? If they are disagreeable, they simply torture you with remorse"—— “And if they are agreeable,” interpolated the Bachelor, “they aimply ter- ture you with regret.” “ij { Have It Painfully Extracted, { XACTLY!" cried the Widow. “Oh, if only a woman could have her memory extracted, like her teeth or hor appendix, how much happier this life would be! She is always living in the past or the future, instead of living wisely and happily, as a man does, in the PRESENT. Every day ts Barwa h Gos el por every woman another ‘flirtation.’ With @ good dinner in front im and a pretty girl o) ite he can be perfeetly and supremely happy, even ba § “And let's ‘em go as they GO!” finished the Bachelor, “but a woman hangs onto everything from a flirtation to a quarrel, like a terrier to an eld enlarging some mole hil! of an incident into a mountain of fancy, and climbi: and down mountain all night long—going over all the things she eal, er snocla ve said, and all the things ehe didn't say or shouldn't have said; and the things HE said, and WHY he sald them, and IF he meant them, and on and eo forth, ad infinitum. Why, the monks who tortured themeslves were merciful to the flesh compared to the Roget’ EM erdeapren Lear of memory. And, time there And it’s the co boy repel, only time in which j Tortures ef an Ingrewing Memory. t | POP PPP LLL LLLP LL PPP PAPEL PPE LLLP LPL L LPL DDL PRD c ND let others be happy!” groaned the Bachelor. 6 bad if @ woman's memory affected only Nereatf; ‘bus abe kiwane lots it on everybody around her. She takes @ malicious in reminding a man of all the promises he made, and all the 14 and all the sins he committed—'way back before the flood, i “Which reminds me,” bro! Bachelor, desperately, “that teed t0 give too an answer u 7, “that you prom. frmly. “Tats “T promised you that last night,” interrupted the Widow, the past. And I'll tell you to-morrow night—t ts Iota fuct be happy “in the ae oie that’s the future, Meanwhile "Amen,” murmured the Bachelor, meekly. “The lady wing!" Chapters from a Woman’s Life By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1914, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Brening Wel, od OHAPTER XOv. aan fine. Im 90 gladi” as in- 66 t played fair with make him more ik hogar Ned,” indeed! All day| “Now don't go and run in debt, I thought of what Mil-/5U®, Just because you ‘think Ia 6 rea ‘Then I aud. interes er gto ROW we Rave the Genly remembered that | am in hopes to z ot it ee ; I hed never quite understood the|¢t’s try to get pala of, tk Feason of the coldness between Ned | "So ivg mother growing wane and Jack, But I MEW that Jack|and while obe was net hed played fair, no matter what Ned |!ll, she had expressed a to ese had sald to the contrary, Jack again, he ran over at. “deeds, tal me just wast the troubie| noes er the market ‘need, ad wes between you and Ned, won't] moming. iii yout” I asked when he came in, “Yes, I remember it well,” “Weil, he asked me aguin, offering to let me have half of ail he made. he won the | not attem: i i parere with me, was disap-| "It's srt pert wore alee dm the amount, Arter what (hore weren't quite #0 man’ | Barres, bee eae tom pocieg & good | harp, ‘The Restation and the manip #0. are fini it tango—well, may "E did have the greatest luck ever, | fearn It’ hut I nave my ” | for & tine eee “es a 4 as “Oh, you're doing famously} m6 @ must ave haat taken it with him, for as soon as ie ian ean pe left I commenced to lose,’ ‘that | was very proud of him, "You are fecling beit q i4 , pou toute ‘or about I seldom had a chance to dance with Tea- tm, om very well at present, “I'm afre going te post a how Ii ba} we rere Fe Ur oe'mine,| tengo, Sis Sh cee day "°° over | ine pom