The evening world. Newspaper, February 16, 1915, Page 14

% a telephone rates in Greater New York have at last brought the! | Ramer rates as « “bagatelle,” a temporary agitation that would pase om THE TERMS OF PEACE. Mare HE EVENING WORLD and its allies in the long fight to lower New York Telephone Company to recognize that to hold out overwhelming public demand is ruinous policy. year ago the of this company treated the move for “ee be forgotten. Yesterday the general attorney for the telephone | tion admitted that the investigations which « determined pub- | § has set in motion have become “a serious burden and drag” on Bee telephone business. The New York Telephone Company is ready »! to terms. }. “We want to meet the people of the State fairly,” declares the y's counsel. “I hope that the eventual outcome of these pro- ye will prove satisfactory to everybody—public, Legislature and ie Service Commission—and produce out of this situation a con- of lasting peace.” _ There can be no lasting peace until telephone subscribers in this tity are in possession of all that ‘he Evening World set out to secure them/all that telephone users in other cities of the country have enjoyed, all that the huge volume of telephone business in New York long since earned for the public that supplies it. Final terms must include (1) the abolition of all toll gates be- boroughs, (2) a maximum rate of five cents per call and (3) for hotels and apartment houses that shall permit of the maxi- five-cent charge to guests and tenants. This newspaper's campaign for cheaper telephone service has tught the New York public its rights. No wise telephone company ‘waste moncy trying to withhold them. POSES aan | VERY | LATE! { Tao Finance Ministers of England, France and Russia es- COME ON! the current year. And that’s only the wrecker's bill! ——— oo SHIFTING THE LOAD. EARLY $162,000,000 the people of this city paid to public utility corporations during a twelvemonth for transportation, _ electricity and gas. According to figures reported by the Service Commission this works out at over $30 per capita— for street car fares, $6.32 for electric current and $6.70 for gas. "iY Yet it is proposed to levy fresh taxes on the property and in- Bemes of citizens largely because franchise taxes assessed on prosper- ons have to be “compromised” year after year on a tcale! Somebody else must make good. OD BR a ti Ge Febru NG GR ee 8 AS _—=— 1d Daily Magazine ar an You Beat-It? ewes, By Maurice Ketten esday | Inerim!: 4 fill the corporation treasuries. The people add mil- ie to the value: of the corporation franchises. Yet corporation Ras decrease while taxes for the average citizen multiply. Is it just? necessary? . The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Tammany Chiefs Tango Where Croker Once Ruled.— 9» Headline. ‘Copprignt, 1915, by The Fram Publishing Cu, (tse New York Evening World), -————— -29e- -——- -—— * Exposition I wish you'd take|he managed to stammer. anh the children out for = walk OT E A R so BL A sald Mrs. Jarr plaintively. Ev * N N LY CK. wino# they heard they were to can r Sain f Willie has been worrying me to deat ESS vicious than it is painted and notably improved since 1905,| to get him an alr rifle to shoot things and not have you along.” “¢ ‘ i jungles, and little Kmma te | Textiles ked Mr. Jarr, tips of New York on ite wicked side. | clothes. If our Willle was to go to ly interesting is the committee's report on department'|, sunday Schoo! picnic he would want where the public has been led to believe low wages and free|a bomb shel or some oe kind of WA easy ways foster depravity and loose morals, The committee ad-|#yonet tp shoot at the teachers, that primitive talk in the frequently unrefined manner of If it's masculine for our Willle to want to carry a gun when he travel and Shakespeare is not uncommon among department store | there seems nothing particularly fem- But asked Mrs, Jarr, inine in little Emma wanting new dresses upon a like itinerancy?” salt There ‘very little evidence of any actual immorality. Mr. Jarr. aby Bad ine Price comomers, here pres: |? “Why, certainly not,” replied Mrs. ye mani eimons of Sonupre Watch Beye. been eet Jarr. ‘emma a the Gat palo ferth'es sorrounding shopeirie. child of her age 1 ever saw. How can . Small wages in themselves do not appear to be a cause of one travel unless one has new dmasorality; and, indeed, the general testimony is that there clottye: | 4 probably more immorality among the higher than among the ‘Ho do take the children out with * slower paid. ; you for a walk, and give me time to look over fry clothes and see if there It was about time for some authoritative correction of the im- p that department stores are lotbeds of vice. Wage-carning may have a hard fine to live on what they get. Their man- R eppeee 788 mrvee sald & word) and conversation may “relax” somewhat beyond polite standards, your wife not having « thing to overzealous reformers have been too hasty in concluding that | wear?” is not as much self-respect and innate soundness of character | “1t would have been rather Indeli- young women behind counters as among their luckier sisters. cari eRe hunting often overstimulates the imagination, It is tulane >: Wen pt fact, as the committee reminds us, that after all the excitement | nave time to get a thing fixed up! winter, cool investigation never found a ingle “poison needle,” | Mrs. Jarr complained. “You'll have to taki o+~ — on my things as you are with yours, get at least one sult. If I was as har brea I could get new clothes, too, But, no, Tenis Paving of breed edocs vs.” I take care of all my clothes, and ™ | what is the result?” i i Mr. Jarr waited patiently to hear Hits From Sharp Wits. 4) ages sult is,” continued his good bat I wish you'd look at my few men looking for work.| A ‘short answer is often followead| “ y Bi Barwa an argu-| by a long silence.-Pittsburgh Sun. | wife, Capital. ‘ clothes, There's that lady's cloth When a vain person meéts a flat-| suit 1 put away and wouldn't wear, Feane. perv. ar aay ore ttoliameds® Tendabip ts quickly @#-) ang now it’s out of style, and my | woman whose face is long and thin, pte vo by Ba panne velvet, bas been made over|too wide a brim, especially if she has small features. She can becomingly eo 4 ape, for this, though pointed 180 A man who believes he is rays in| three times, and the sand corduroy | Wear 4 round turban effect a , but a biuat|the right must fod bis life very mo-| will do for travelling in, in the trop-|!n the front, is wide at the sid . When a bill] It ten't so much how lo ou live|eult of my being careful of my Paode's fellow in he's out, in fast you travel. jashville| things and making them last? The he's out he’s in.—Columbis, devel his wife; phia Inq taking the Jarr family to the Expo. | '°,8¢t # Profile view of the h sition; had suggested no fmancial ad- HAAAAABIAANBABAIBABAABAIIABAABABAS Mr. Jarr Takes a Flight in Irony; Of Course It Fails to Get Across. PKK KKK CLK KK CCL K KK ELE ECE KK NK EEK Ee wasn't your employer's wife!” “Well, arrange a truce with her,” “Maybe she'll In fact, he sort of hinted at it," remarked Mr. Jarr softly. “Well, | should say he would!" re- “Do you think your “Why, of course,” sald Mrs, Jarr.|employer expects me to go out there “Your firm would hardly expect me to!and look after h go out there and take the children u Pity the idle! 667) EFORB you go to the Panama] to go out with you and the children?” suggested Mr. want to wear soine of her old things. Are the children ready to go out walk- ing wash mo?” So Wags the World. By Clarence L. Cullen. com My cE ttn a GOOD many of the wire en- danglements that we imagine are ahead of us are mere silver threads or spider webs plied Mra, Jarr, “He didn't say,” sald Mr. Jarr. ‘Is Clara Mudridge-Smith goln. } can go along, thon—to the Expo-|asked Mrs. Jarr, “Oh, I hope not. . is the finding of the Committee of Fourteen after an cxamina- |out there in the prairie, forests and|aition, 1 mean—and look after the|She knows every dress I could wear them among strangers, If “Why, aren't you going with us?"|I fixed them over, but if she were slong she'd tell everybody how many “L think the boss will let me go!times she had seen them, Many @ man imagines himself to be @ coward until he goes into buttle— and you don’t have to wear a uniform to make that happy discovery! ener | Why Your Clothes Are Not Becoming 3 By Andre Dupont Copyright, 1915, vy The Pree Publishing Co (‘The New York Evening Workd), A Becoming Hat for Every Face. HY will women insist in wearing hats that not only do not sult n, but, to put it mildly, that ok their very worst? er what the fashion may be, there is always cnough variety in the millinery shapes to make it possible to find some- thing that looks well with every type of Never mind pasting your determina- Spike them in your head, so that they'll get into your cir- tions in your hat. my make them lo you're this or that, bi are BOTH WAYS }* g. Be what you IM THE ACE! WherHappiness comes your way It doesn't merely trickle—it surges in like great whitecaps: of joy leaping on a sunny strand! What avails it if the hat is the very latest triumph of fashion and the astute saleslady tells her customer that “it suits madame udmirably" and expatiates so enthusiastically on its merits that ma- dame is hypnotiz afterward, when she puta it on, her mir- i ror tells an entireyy different story? Perhaps our poor lady is thin and has been foolish enough to buy one of those long, narrow hats with a rounded point in front that makes an oval face look about a mile long and seems to bring incipient wrinkles to the surface that no one- knew were tl plump physiognomy and gets a hat with @ small round brim that makes the full moon to appear emaciated in comparison with her face. The only sure way to get a tat that is becoming is to try on shapes until one is found that makes you look your best. But this ts not nearly so easy as it sounds. A hat that in tong and narrow in shape should never be worn by a either should she wear a hat with The only good that envy of the other fellow can accomplish for us is to stimulate us to hit the trail he’s tak- into buying it tf, Don't disdain the man who straight- ens himself out through an emotional They're the fellows who are a heap more liable to stick than the coldly calculating self-reformers. It doesn't burt any when you see a fellow in trouble to say to yourself: “I've passed that way,” or, if you “Maybe I'll take his route some old day"—and then lend him a Or she has a in spasms of charit- the feeling out! ableness—spre: Don't worry about your ship being overdue—Lloyds overdue ship turns up somewhere far oftener than no There's no sense in ridiculing the chap who pats himself on the back. Self-patting 1s a pretty good motor and the seif-patters don't stand still! ly comes to the point. notonous.Albany J: » ics, 1 suppose. And what ts the re- | oar becomingly nearly all fo pang shapes and many irregular , ; shapes provided they are not too long and narrow. ‘The rowpd faced woman, on the contrary, usually looks better in a toque She can also wear a hat with quite a ape unless the brim im deeper at the Seif-analysis is good medicine, but it's @ habit-forming dope and when the habit's formed it's called Brood- that fits quite closely at the sides, trouble te they get so out of style! broad brim, but not @ small sailor “When does a man attain bis| Dt good enough to wear and yet too} front and back than at the sides. There is one conservative type of hat that prime?” aske an Exchange. When be| good to throw away! Oh, dear; men | suits almost evéry woman; and that ts the medium sized round hat trimmed the courage to talk back to| don't have any worries!” with a flat band of ostrich that is now #o popula! pee few ever do.—Philadel. It ocourred to Mr, Jarr to mention It is a great mist in buying a new hat, to stare at yourself equare tn ‘re whacked by some mis- we've seen coming and haven't fought very hard against we “16! 1918 By Helen but none surer. One rgason why men are so “careful” not to say anything sentiment’ jg to a woman is because the feminine mind !s like a | bank; once you drop a notion into it you can’t get it out without | something. ’ and @ broken hear but a@ life-buoy. ° Reflections of Sa a Bachelor Girl ° Rowland. Coprrigtt, 1918, ty The Frew Publishing Oo, (The Now York Evening World), ARK, hark! The dogs do bark. The short-haired woman's in Tow She bas out off her hair (Oh, ten’t it sweet!) . Because it SO helps her to dance—with her FEET! (And yet, men say that a woman can’t “reason!”) - There are more ways of surprising a mas than dy marrying him— The sort of woman a man adores forever is the one who manages td make him feél that he is not the sun of her existence, but merely one of the footlights. + ome a The charms of the “helpless, appealing” woman are as inefrectl¥@ In | this age of reason as the fascinations of the hero with a black mustache what a man Is looking for nowadays is not a burden, | A woman can bury her mpal troubles, but she usually ends by letting her imaginary troubles bury her. 4 When a man sits calmly in a chair and allows the barber to soak his hair with violet-scented tonic it {s a sign that he is elther a confirmed bachelor or that he has not yet been married long enough to get that guilty feeling which makes him cautious. ¢ “Sensitiveness” is nothing but the painful result of wearing your , vanity inside out. Marriage is what turns love from a quest into an inquest. HEN, oh when, will girls renlize that they, can havo many sweethearts, many friends, many relatives, but they can onfy have ONE mother—the only never failing friend in all the wide, wide world? ‘When, oh, when, will girls see that every action of theirs is Mable to bring sorrow and trial and trouble to this one friend whom they should save such suffering? When, oh when, will girls realize tuat there is no secret that a mother will not appreciate or understand? When, oh when, will girls appre- clate thatyno matter how unhappy & ther is over the acts of her daugh- ter she will geek to help in time of trouble and at any cost? When, oh when, will girls get wisdom’ of telling mother of the tentions or even thine: flirtations of boy associates tiptyonder how many of then know that by actually making their mother their chum and by confiding in her they will avoid endless agony and heartbreak not only for themselves but for others who are close to them? Fear of punishment has kept many a art from confiding in her mother, ——— CHAPTER VI. WAS really worrled about Janep attitude, especially toward the house. Al- though it was old-fasb- foned, I thought it charm- ing, and it was entirely comfortable, Also I had expended considerable fit- weather was so lovely, and everything looked so attractive, what would she do when the dull drab days of fall came, and during the long cold winter indoors? wife expects just the same devotion, gave her before they were married. He forgets in his knowledge of posses- sion that her entire life has to be re- adjusted to meet the new require- ments. That she misses her home, her frien the intimacy of girlish place to I! to divert him, can ever be or con- celve of her being. In fact, most of my mistakes were made from having a mistaken view- point, or rather failing to take into was doing little to help her. office with a note to me: him kindly, but don't bother to laint ever since oonne old Swede was a town charac- his i backev to Jane's delight. the face in the mirror, Look carefully at yourself from all aides and be sure that bie boas bad said nothing about ‘A thousand people regard your hat from the sides where one looks at it from the front, ry few women realize that many hats are much more effective posed vance covering #0 great an expense, the head when one is sitting down than standing up. «Do you really think they want mee full length mirror in trying on @ hat. Ike to squirm out of it by saying that the thing was inevitable. Wait till you get a hospital room Stand up before} right under the nurses’ recreation oom, bear “ on Sundays. despair means! There are drinkers: First, the fellows through class to long indulgence bave got the drat, «Tell Mother” Her “Apron String” Is Often the Best Lifc Line By Sophie Irene Loeb Copyright, 115, by The Prem Publivting Co, (The New York Evening World), ‘My Wife’s Husband —==By Dale Drummond => Copyright, 1915, by The Pran Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), ting it to Jane's ideas. If she was beginning to fret now, when the when of necessity she would ba kept It takes the average man a long time after marriage to realize that his shown in exactly the same way, as he nd if taken to a strange is more lonely than a man, with his business or profession account Jane’s viewpoint; she was trying to adapt herself to an entirely new and strange existence, and I Fortunately for my peace of mind, as giving me something to do (it was no help to my pocketbook), I at last had another patient, @ man named Olsen. Dr. Tobiah sent him to the “This is Olsen,” he wrote. “Tr A + u can't collect, so save your Sooiage Ty your new-fangled fol- de-rols on him. He's had the same ‘6 known him.” ter. He had a spinal affliction of some kind that had partially crippled him, He came to me regularly three times a week, and on these occasions would relate his symptoms with all and the punishment that has come later has increased a hundredfold. No matter how much It may hurt or how much fear you have of ceu- sure or blame, my dear girl, you are showing the white feather and prov- ing yourself cowardly when you with+ hold from your mother the things she ought to know. And there are very few girls In- deed who do not know when they are wrongfully withholding such knowl- edge; even the knowledge of a stolen kiss or of a harmless flirtation. Such things often lead to more serious complications. On the other hand, is the wis mother who CREATES CON ES 3 and who punishes little or with precaution when a confession 19 made to her. Too much severity in small things toward a child has times without number been the cause of burdens of secrecy borne by that child, to tho later regret of all concerned. A mother may preach all the moral- ity in the world to her daughter, but if she does not INVITE A COM- RADESHIP THAT INSPIRES CON- FIDENCE the advice is frequently unheeded, The heart to heart talk betweei mother and daughter in all things makes the ounce of prevention that averts the need of the subsequent pound of cure. “How's Olsen coming on?” the old doctor asked me one day when I chanced to be in the office when he came in. “Pains in back all gone? Legs stopped tingling?” then without waiting for a reply went out chuck- Ung to himself in a raucous voice. “Ay bane tell the old mon ay bane get weil," Olsen told me the hext ony 0 explaining in part the doctor's I am telling of Olsen, because fare had ® great effect on my ‘attar Jane was tiring of the country, its quietude, its loneliness. She was bored, and took no pains to con it, She began to resent my ha Re brought her where she had no life—such as she had been acc! to—no pleasures of the sort she ete. jJoyed. No opera, no theatres—save one sevond class house, and a moving Picture house which she would not be persuaded to enter. While we had not again actively quarrelled, awe had many little misunderstandings, and many rs 8 when bled of us took any pains to make ings pleasant With the exception of Mire, Hem- ming, the druggist's wife, Jane cared nothing for the women of the town, Some were too old, some too narrow, and those of her own age she thought insufferably silly—or ao told me when I tried to get her t ut more, After @ good deal of urging on my part she had joined a small literary club, paying her initiation fee of two, dollars. She went to one of the” meetings, but thereafter ‘had. sent |her fine of twenty-five cents for non: +”. atten 5 Jane's growing intimacy with the Hemmings rather pleased me. night when Mrs. Hemming was denly taken ill, and they sent for I was sure that it was owing to friendly feeling for my ‘wife that received the call. Mrs. Hemming was a dainty, trail litte woman, but with whom, in spit, of a careful diagnosis, 1 could tt little the matter. It appeared to me hat t tirely happy, when I mentioned it scope rly pooh poohed the idea as Tidisaione “Why, Mr. Hemming ae kind ti 'y way, ¢ her and indulges her in ev the gusto imaginable: the pains in his back, the tingling sensations in until I could recite them js, which I sometimes did, chine made ruusio on weskiay. nights nd singing hymns to cabinet organ ° THEN you'll know what classes of whiskey don't see what put such a notion Into’ your head, Only yesterday he eur. ” prised with a new baby grand’ piano,” she told me with more thes... & tinge of jealousy in her voice, iH (To Be Continued.) ie Dooze addiction and but drink; and, sosons ‘ioe. a not yet arri at the point of addic- *