The evening world. Newspaper, January 28, 1915, Page 14

ene Company, Moa, 69 to Preaiheat, $8 Row. * Se ea a the Bontinant and Me ta the Latersationel all tries nMpostal Union. TATE constabulary tor New York seems asoured. Gov. Whitman has promised his support fer a measure whieh will use the Aqueduct Police Force as a nucleus for pelice. Two mounted companies of 119 men each are easigned to patrol duty—the first in territory below Albany the cccend in the ares north and weet of Albany. A similar new will be added yearly for the next three years. Snb-stetions Ml parts of the State will be in constant communication with head: S SIR, TSI esr be eee Ni UG! Lie : et Albany and with the mon on duty. Brom ouch o otart Pennsylvanie has developed « body of mon ‘ won fer themssives the name of the best disciplined, bravest, Gfficient guardians of law and order in the country. In her z Gistelcte outeide the cities Pennsylvania has kept the peace for the past two years. “Mew York can congratulate itself that after persistent efforte it a et ‘ . eeuperations organised in this State find it increasingly ‘hard to devise titles which do not conflict with names of other companies already on the records. Yet many of these re- Jeng since defunct and have neither done busi- E g ii i § ' ref bit The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Copyright, 1918, ty The Pram Publishing Oo, (The New York Brag World). R, MICHAEL ANGELO DINK- GTON stood at bay: in the tro time deigned to ask what was the uble. Mr, Jarr led the potentate aside and whispered to him that Fatima had taken to her unfolded folding- love of Dink- -| that the poet, escaping, had sought hon the equad of police reserves— whe were on the spot in record time when they learned they were wanted at the brewery—attempted to pingh the peet, the electrical pyrotechnical dieplaye were eo sharp and vivid that three very etout policemen of intem- perate habite turned ashen with fright—thinking their breath had eaught afre. By this time the euperintendent of the brewery was on the scene, and seeing Mr, Matachi Hogan in the forefront of the fracas, called to that |! pereonage to go to the office hie time.” That wae the superi tendent’s method of settling all dim- culties, He simply told all concerned to go to the office and get their time. ‘The thought of losing « position in a brewery makes men of the most in- dependent turn of mind etop, look and laten, Mr. Hogan, who had been envied im the community because he had been night watchman at'this brewery since the first Roosevelt Admin: o tion, turned pale at the tho falling from his high estate; he mediatety began to clamor that he 2] nad “only tried to save the guy from himaelf.” “Then pinch this whole bunéh!” cried the potentate of the brewery, when, in looking over the rest, he saw ~ | there were none but Hogan who could be threatened with excommunication. And then that quick intelligence which made Edward Jarr stand out from men of average mind again stood him in stead. . “[an't thia Bierheister's brewery?” tefuge under the dynamo and had be. ome surcharged with ftuld an@é was now » nervous and electric shock. ‘The equadi@@policemen, who had atood aleof, Siting the ends of their clubs to show how dry they were and awaiting the orders of the brewery potentate, now came forward, and the Ve eee ° Thursd ay. 5 CAMHON, Fes Awan Like 4) iT, Poe Di. nee & © See es a OIS\EST een RAN Le NTOWH ut Mr.: Jarr Bravely Saves a Situation That Reeks of Hops and Electricity fattest: policeman saluted and asked “Any orders, Supe?” ‘The ‘Supe,’ however, had no orders. “Get your friend of here,” he advised Mr. Jarr. But Miss Vera Grimm was not to be denied, and neither was Fatima, who was wringing her hands and whim- je! ‘All I want is my dolling!” ‘he reptile is a human vutture!” cried Miss Vera Grimm, pointiig to Mr. Dinkston. “And I demand that he be taken into custody.” wan! you old battle axe!” cried fatima, hysterically, “Don't you dare call my dolling out of his name!" “There's a tax! outside,’ the superintendent, “You'd better get Here's a rubber coat. That will insulate him!” And he handed Mr, Jarr the article in The Domestic Drudge The Ultimatum Ie: “Reet or Rust.” By Sophie Irene Loeb. Oovreight, 1916, by The l'vem Publishing Go. (The New York Ereing World), 66 JUST quit it. For eigh- teen years I was a do- mestic drudge, and a mistress in my owas home at that. I worked from morning till night, and when everything wan done I-just seemed to. have to hunt up things to do.” Thus epoke a worthy wi whose words of wisdom while. She further explained: “In my early days I had gotten into the habit of work, work, work, that if you would not rust you'd better rest. id “By reat I do not mean idieness, but rather a change from the thing you are doing. | have learned that too much domesticity makes you nar- bee too particular and tempera- tal. ‘Above all, the mind stagna’ io such conditions. No woman should so get into a rut that every day finds r at domestic duties and at nothing elee. This @ound ty the | slightest a home tl Grudge, whd knows not! the care of that home, but aweet. im fact, I think it le inal for a woman to give up every- thing but attention to pote and ket- tles and washing and iron! But I don’t rush to pick ttle toys and keep after ery second, or keep working, working all the time. 1 have learned that @ woman must have some me to read and to thi: dt the opinions of ot clee; to see a good asionally; to Tange with the family; to know something about what the outside ‘yore ie olags $a Fomip with the chil. ren,even jo meas t! To a word, eh ust live, sands holding up gr! ry ipha and omega of existence. hink they are martyrs; yet go tyre because they believe t thing to do. fact, they are wronging net only themselves but those about them by the old: ara notion as the t y use ly that mare in the the work that they ty | very weary question. “Ha! Ha!" laughed Dinkaton, as he pointed his fingers and made the sparks jump at the love-lorn Fatima, the militant Miss Grimm, the venge- ful #fogan and the baffied policemen alike. “Who will now say that Dink- ston does not possess the divine spark!” So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen the puffy- wuffy philosopher, spooning pate-de- ‘gras into his plate— diMficulty in convincing the millions of decent . fellows in the European trenches of the truthfulness of that greasy bromide. They made the trenches and the trenches are now their life—or death. But what had they to do with the making of the ation that brought about the trenches’ If you're « supine believer in stock probably believe that until you see a bullet-hea rat-oyed ex-prise fighter in clothes. Yes, there may be plenty of truth in it, of course. Btill, one grows very, of hearing “9 three against it good but, doggone oa f our own hungry guys first, haven't we?” ‘There's an “epidemic” of wite- shooting by mep who, after their wives have refused to live with them any more, fill them with tead then kill themselves, Which is sur- passing strange, Seraphina. she consented to return to him, un- der duress, what sort of a life could the man expect to have with the wife ho abho We) wv — tape ever become plucky eno! wi da that beyond a scin ever become game enough. if t aire enough to feel that there Mow be some shooting done, to 08k themselves let their women the lives to which they're in- tably entitled? ees — to a RECIPE. “Ge tol “For, behold, whatsoever hath shocked and Gentle Influence in all things. And thereupon she departed. And it came to pass sfter one! “That to struction. feet 1s Dementia! shaving is a crime. them, 1s folly. too late. Courtship!” Selah, RS. POTATO BUG hopped over the leaves as fast a8 she could, to where the Lady Bug sat on the steps of her bungalow. jood morning, my dear Ladv ahe began, almost out of . “Have you heard about the are hi 7 gan Mrs. herself comfortably roc! eh ‘well, Dr. Beetle rigged up @ picture show and charged the big ‘olka ten cents—children five. Mi! ly brought her Freddie to door and Dr. Beetle let him in, n once thinking”—— For if | affair Now, & Bride of Babylon came unto me wearieg @ Badge of Servitude, which is called a wedding ring. But when I sought to instruct her eke silenesd me, sayings Thou eanst teach me nothing! “Verily, verily, what hath my book wisdom profited me? all the THEORIGTS there was not one who told me: be ‘sctntiliating’ before breakfast is ‘madness and, seliste- “That to be ‘sympathetic’ with an husband when you have)t ‘him at cards, when he hath bet upon the wrong berse, or white, be Ba slipped and fallen upon the pavement, is to earn hie eternal hatred; “That to TALK unto an husbahd after bis head bath touched ‘the ‘pA- low at night is to babble into empty air. ms “That to wear all thy best frills, expecting thy husband te “For one_month of Matrimony exceedeth a Course in: a Copreigat, 1018, by The Pres Puttishing >. (The Row Turk Breing Wail: >) J: 'Y Daughter, as a domestic science student that folleweth book, so is a wife that seeketh to plosee her Husband,’ been written concerning, the: whatsoever hath been said ,’ T have read it an voured it and 160i Se imme “Verily, 1 KNOW that @ wife must be always gay and “Lo, I am aware that a man weddeth for curls and “kisbee, istonished to find that he v th’ attained curl pépere “Yes, I shall make him PERFECTLY HAPPY!” ny weeks that the Bride me and cast herself at my feet, crying: “ -. ¢ | “Oh, my Mother, why diget thou not THLL me thet all my Theories were as impotent as patent medicines? : : “Lo, no woman who knoweth anything concerning men hath TIME to write advice thereon. “For che is either too BUSY getting an husband or too Susy keoging how’ to-mesage rox win “That to awaken an husband by tickling his nose or the seles-ef/hde “That to ‘entertain’ a man with pleasantries and repartee wisn Sips ‘ Pes teen, ononaye ‘hat to FEED a man as much as he will eat is homicide.’ :. “That to interrupt an husband while be telleth his. though the house be burning down, is Bulcide! me “Verily, verily, ell these things and ninety-nine others have’ T leared det story, Coltege’et JUNGLE ‘TALES FOR CHILDREN—by FARMER:smerH:/: “Thinking ‘of what?" asked * tall Spe ame thought about te: “What did Breddie'do?". Lady Bug, jumping out of ber’ a6 going over to where Mrs. OF Freddie reryth dark . 3 him with leaf befere the show Chapters from a Woman’s - By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1916, by The Prem Pubtishing Co, (The New York Evening World). CHAPTER OXXXvII. HAD not forgotten my prom- ise to Mrs. Carmen to find her a suitable companion, if possible. So I spent an hour or two that afternoon at different agencies. T told her of Mre.' Carmen, accident, her utter. help! 8 aceon brace LN her s wi “I am afraid you will be obliged to| her have the sort of woman you describe made to order,” the manager of one __., agency told me pleasantly when I| votced my discouragement. “We sel- dom find so many virtues combined in one person.” “But I should be able to find such @ one in this great city,” I replied— ‘an honest, educated woman who could and would appreciate a beauti- fal home and the intimacy with just more ordinary person, fpr @ more or- dinary position, 1 could easily supply but—sh: '—here comes one who looks bopefal the door opened and a rather frail looking woman of about | Ni for a position,” ager in a sweet, cultivated voice. “Yes? What can you do? What kind of a position are you looking for?” in usual brusque manner of these “Why, altingly, “a position as panion, or to teaoh music or Jane | {i ges, or care for an invalid: any- ta woman who had as a bees omen: was net of jack's. love ‘ ae tai Ané bow ical edueat! Legon It with me.” od!" T rejoined. ‘Now for, the hi there newer. $ q woman young eno “4 daughter, how lie had. ee for Oe Dubtlely angetes vr ie E hie educated ‘asd reamea’’ thi had|_ Lo advebtages bbut no experience oan do.” |I had “You are married?” “Yee, but my husband hes left me.” “Would you care to talk to this| as! in, Mra, Coolidge?” 1. If you will come in you will not be disturbed,” show- ing Us into a small room fitted up as office. A do not 'y into your 4 1 told Mrs. Turner—that was her name, Ethel Turner—but the cir- cumstances are peculiar, the position ar time,” told me ‘pravely, butt the trem. | me. r ansiety. ing lips showed he: ef