The evening world. Newspaper, February 23, 1915, Page 14

“The aera end All Countries in the International 8.00] One Tear 20! One Month LEST THEY FORGET. f FOROING the New York Telephone Company from « position @f Gefiance to un earnest assurance that it means to deal fairly ~ with its New York oubscribere, public demand voiced by The World hes done mere than make certain a lower ecale of tates for this city. __ It has proved net only to this public utility corporation, but also blip utilities corporetions in general, thet to battle against popu- ie vain. ‘The vision most abhorrent to these corporations is public owner- Yet i takes « long time to convince them that their own acts ‘what will make the vision reality. Unless they chow a new spirit of co-operation, unless they change ettitede toward Legislatures and public service commissions hostility to helpfulness, they will surely induce in the public fa leaning toward public ownership thet will prove their own Tks the New York Telephone Company, other public servico must sooner or later meet the public and discuss terms. them remember that upon the genuineness of their protestations (Geeta efforts they stake not only their future prosperity but their fu- Ire existence. ooo ‘All honor to Sarah Bernhardt, incomparable and dauntiess ** artist, whe at seventy would rather stick to her life work minus ene leg than Iie back on a couch of idleness. | If, om the score of energy and achievement, we had to name te three greatest living women, Bernhardt would be one. 7! Midime Carte might be another. Who'll name a third? oe WOMEN AND WAR. 4 could stop the war,” Charlotte Gilman Perkins ateured a metropolitan audience the other day as a side argument for woman suffrage. could. The fect remains, however, that through the been prime inciter of war. Man has plunged into 08 be troubles tp please woman. Without going as far back whe hed enough even with no enemies around, Helen of Troy and the frecas she started? Perhaps the worth it, but the responsibility reste with the lady— |, Ce faoe that leuached a thousand ships Ané burnt the topless towers of IHum. Queens and heroines of history ‘have been notoriously warlike. de Medici, Joan of Are, Maria Theresa, the ‘et-Parma, Catharine end of Russia—how easy to the imposing list. Isabella Ferdinand to drive out ie The campeigns of the Grande Mademoiselle de Mont- penaier'are still worth reading: The Empress Eugenie put no brakes fi the Franco-Prussian struggle. Napoleon was beaten in Spain not fllington but by the women of Saragossa. The intense ardor of { women in our own Civil War is still remembered. Suppose this country were arming itself for battle. What would to the young man who stayed snug in his home town while. f8 were mstching? Would he be popular with the women folk? there be tea parties to honor his peaceableness? E+ ¥t may be that the “weaker sex” will some day refuse to let 11en _ M ALBERT | Love You tne, Conttgnt ant 0.78 co The Jarr Family By Roy L. ‘Oopgright, 1916, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Kveniag World), EANWHILB, little did Mr. Jerr and Mr. Rangle deem that throwing the old ateel- handled umbrella up among the wires to release little Emma Jarr’s toy balloon had wrought (besides the ut. If 20, it will be a new phase of history. For generations past, | local electrical display) havoo with ‘of war, nothing has more effectively shooed many a hesitating @ath into the ranks than dread of the scorn of woman. oOo 5 Re Determining the sationality of « mine must bo a matter of some nlecty—enpecially after hitting it. SS ee REDSKINS IN UTAH. HE fight with the Injuns in Utah—the first serious occurrence * of the sort in twenty-three years—scems to be a up-to-date affair on both sides, A Federal Marshal's posse | pipe in a haymow and sets a barn| that be didn’t hav to arrest a Piute chief charged with murdering a sheep herder. test of the Piute band rallied to their leader’s call. Shooting ‘killing followed until the Indians were cornered in Cottonwood “AML this would have thrilled us here in New York a generation ; But now a gang fight just « gang fight, whether it’s in Cot- wood Gulch'or on the east side. The Indian has been civilized up ll lie meets the white man one common plane. Or maybe it’s the way round, Anyhow, the doings of both are too much alike to omantic to cither. One tenor doeen’t make an opera season—except at Monte Carlo. them continuously without once re- peating.—Albany Journal. It takes a bright mind to see any sense in another man's argument.— Philadelphia Tnquirer. | ‘The world owes every man a but sometim: you have to pa: 99 per cent. to the'bill collector, ton ‘Transcript. ving, bout Bos. . Man never graduates from the school of experience until he is too he] old to make use of his knowledge.— Toledo Blad ‘ 2 ” Vagaries. , Brooklyn, 1 was advised that the World: charge wap 25 cents, plus one cent for ome of the|war tax. Knowing that 10 cents was af the part of New York the police and fire alarm systems. The hairy man from Lanigan's lumber yard and the two nondescript hoboes were rejoicing at the im- mense money loss in wasted electric current, while they placed the bia: where it justly belonged. , “Don't let them guys beat it out of here!” yelled the hairy man, “They trun the umbrelier up there, and if anybody's got to do time fer what happens, let them do it!” “Sure!” chimed in one of the non- descript men. “If a poor gink smokes on fire, he gets sent up for two years: 1f he gets out of the fire alive. But fregh come along and pull off an electric earthquake and git a vote of thanks!" But now the acream of the sirens on the motor fire apparatus approach- ing could be heard, and the quick, strident clanging of the gong on the motor patrol wagon, Now the Battalion Chief's auto was on the ac and the chief and the foreman of the district's fire company sprang out, The smoke from burning insulation drifted off from the wires and the sparking, hissing and snapping of the short-circuit came to a sudden end as the old umbrel ateel rod melted in the heat, and the contact was broken. Hardly had the hairy man pointed out Mr. Jarr and Mr, Rangle—-for see- ing the\police patrol dart upon the acene the two nondescripts fed—than the vigilant and efficient Police Cap- tain of the district had them by the collar, while two “Dinnies—as plain clotl men are now known where they are not called “Dicks” or “Flat- tles’—-were preparing to use their blackjacks in case Mr. rand Mr. Rangle “gave any Ii committed the heinous crime of “re- sisting an officer.” Master Jarr, with teeth and feet, and little Emma Jarr with ready nails had @own to the parental defense. guys, puttin’ on a front, kin| pe " and thus) LET'S GET, MARRIED $ bie SPFIPASSAAAAAAALAPAPAAAAABDAASSABBAD McCardell hysterically. It was Claude, the fireman, that gallant and heroic admirer of Ger- trude, the Jarrs’, light running do- ohfidren. “Leave our papa be!” And they fought and bit and scratched Fables of Everyday Folks By Sophie Irene Loeb Copgright, 1915, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), The Self-Made Man. small investments in the hope of get- ting “something ahead.” His wife NCE upon a time there was ®| ieveeq and used every economy to help QO young man. His name was | him. sig tite John: Doe. He had a good! Many a longing lool je gave ini job and made a fair livell- | the Ce aicbtaam by aca prem Stans were at the hood. He had the average| woman craved, but ehe thrust her time and he got considerable out of | own wishes back, since she was “help- Ufe. He met a young woman and fell ing John.” Hat one oar ee found himself in in love with her, He explained to her ery much to e firm where he was wed hands, and as the begin double harness with, but if she was willing to take him for better or new partners had some relatives to whom they wanted to give jobs, sev- aay) 10 he was quite sure it would not or . eral of the employees, although fait ful, had to go; which is often the case when rich partners have poor rel- atives in need of jobs. ‘Thus, when the payment on the mortgage of his prope! had to be met he found himself without a posi- tion. He told his trouble to his wife, and to! to his astonishment, she had & little bank account of her own ‘ed up Lit her Vipoot a be ie actual! uation. To mal a long fable short, he succeeded. But hd bei work proved the jing atone at every the FP to good fortune and he be- came prosperous, People pointed him out as the n who began as a laborer @ capitalist. The little wi who toiled and brought about ti ttle fortune remained in the back- ground and etimes was labelled “Mt Lap cleo often makes men for. oney also of 5 t the human Rock of Gibraltar in forgot tiie tank An nia Baw rele ot ement un one friend. who “knew him when" jogged his lagging memory in this moral: Many a self-made man is the re- sult of his self-made wife, Betty Vincent’s Advice to Lovers & young man makes,a promise house—the bride or the brid nn groom supplies to a girl he ought to do overything | he bride ppl tly bi rin, humanly possible to keep it. ; furniture, but the — usually ee a stock of house lin It isn’t a light thing to give your word and it shouldn't be so regarded. re. Bo began in a very humble way. He was somewhat of a steady worker, and every Saturday night when he brought bis envelope home the bills would be paid, and when there was a little left would put {it aside for a rainy day. Pretty soon the first child came, and then it waa not so easy to put anything aside for the rainy day. The wife with quiet persistence urged him to seek some other employment that meant advancement. He seemed satisfied, however, to on in the same way, line of least resistan: wife made acquaintan: borhood. One of them was the wife of a boss who had good jobs to give. ‘The women became friendly and be- fore long the husbands also, and J changed for a better position. He ceived a higher salary now, and being master over a little more he urged his wife to accept @ certain amount of money for household expenses and he would take care of the balance, He explained that, since she had urged it, he would like to make some Hlowances. room?” actual .! "Would it be proper to send a girl of my acquaintance an invitation to our commencement ex- i not spoken fol short of certain illness for himself or Perfectly proper and Under normal conditions both police and firemen are regarded by children as fearsome beings from another world; but seeing their father about | to be led off to jail for life, thought, bad roused the Jarr chil- i aki our quarrel, Iember of bis immediate family | Cecoue !n making up your auarrel, hich should keep him away, If it absolutely impossible for him to|jove with and wi ere xcuses should be prompt @ great deal till one day we wa els Gaal |fad See cha atans Taare faith in big matters by |troated me Ys his attitude in small o1 to make up. Do fey yt oe i you we to- C." writes: “I am very much in | dered ri and Mr. Jarr Has a Joy Ride at Qity Expense By Broad Daylight—in a Patrol Wagon KKK KEK KK CCK KK KCK KCK KK KK CK KEK EK eee mestic, who saved the day. “I know these gents, Chief,” spoke up the gallant Claude. ‘They're friends of mine.” The Jarr children were quieted by the ubiquitous Claude, he promising them a ride in the patrol wagon. ‘use just got here in time to pre- vent yer friends getting beaned,” said the vigilant and efficient police cap: tain to Claude. "But wo've got to take them back in the boat!” By this he meant Mr. Jarr and Mr. Rangle would be driven to the police court in the police wagon, and as the children went along Claude's promise to them was kept. It was a“covered patrol auto—but it of the wind asit |, cm of the children SS So Wags the World. By Clarence L. Cullen. omg 38% Yat Wahet 6e ESTINY,"” “Kismet,” “Fate,” D &c, are perfectly good English words, But most of us employ them in the eelf-sym- Pathizing way when we are corralled in our fatuous attempts to folst the sloppiest part of ourselves upon a dis- cerning and cynical world. No, we don’t like it when the wife, upon our arrival home for’ dinner, stakes us to one of those cagey, in- drawing-breath kisses by way of ascertaining whether we've been good or not on the way home. But— we reflect that wouldn't do that je were interested. And w! coases to ‘be interested, what, after all, is the good of any- thing—even the silly and by no means indispensable drinks on the way home? Perhaps you've noticed that friends who are notoriously rin pocket don’t attempt to dispense “good” advice. We never yet had a wood, who didn’t predi- emug adv! his Ine of fatuous junk upon jon of a fi ie warming, soothing ¢ World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, Feb usty 23: Sayings of Mrs. Solomon: By Helen Rowland Ooprright, 1916, by The Prent Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), 'Y Daughter, consider the way of a man with a maid dnd hie-Way with a widow, For unto one he cometh as a conquering hero, with the sound- ing of brass and the tinkling of cymbals, but unto the other he cometh as ® babe, seeking comfort and petitioning charity. Unto a damsel he is sweetly gractous, as one who saith: “Look who's here! Behold, Litt and Drawerof-Glances, am about to thee. : “Lo, art thou not flattered?” Yea, he fs FULL of charity and tle One, even I, the Hewer-of-Hearts bestow my smiles and my dances upon bursting with generosity. He cometh bearing burnt offerings. He showeth her his college tre= phies. He permitteth her to COAX him to sit He adviseth her gently and reproveth her kindly; . He di ‘eth his muscle, peaketh as one having vast EXPERIENCE. He referreth darkly to his “past.” He criticiseth her ways, even the powder upon her nose and thé upon her cheeks, the style of her coiffure and her manner before other wire. He smileth at her snares, He murmureth sadly, “I am NOT a marrying man!” For the shadow of MATRIMONY Is over her, and though she be more He keepeth her in “her place” and surroundeth his heart with ~ innocent of design than a cubist painting and more artless than a post- impressioniet, he regardeth her asa MENACE unto life, Nberty and Bis pursuit of flirtation. But unto a widow he cometh as meekly as a lamb to the hearing. He sitteth at her feet, saying, “THOU understandest me.” He telleth her his troubles; he seeketh her advice in his latest aftatr, He harkeneth unto her words and drinketh of her wisdom. He openeth the door of his heart and letteth her walk freely therein, for there {s no FEAR in him. He yearneth to be “mothered” and she mothereth him; he sigheth ta be “babied” and she ‘bableth him. All her ways are right in his eyes and all her words are wonderful! Yea, his Poses are broken against him, for he knoweth in his heart that SHE seeth through him, even unto the third and fourth layer of his vanity, He taketh off his armor and layeth down his shield and his buckler. / He {fs at her MERCY! And if she doth not wéd him it fs for but one reason—even because she hath merey upon him. Verily, verily, in order to be trusted by all men, it is necessary to have ‘been married to at least one of them, for every man regardeth a Maiden -* as his Natural Enemy and a Widow as his Sanctuary therefrom. And only Providence knoweth WHY! Selah. eee Little Talks Lenten Regulations. UST before Lent begins each Car- dinal sends to all priests in his diocese the Lenten regulations, which ‘must be read at all masses on the Suni next before Lent. These prpecrwte, ut rate cs days of Lent re i for this “L re granted to this dlo- authority of the Holy See year: je use of flesh meats is al- lowed at every meal on the Sundays of Lent os at the meal on Monda: ’. and Sat- ae xcept Ember and Holy Sat- jay. “2. The use of eggs and white meats is allowed every day at the principal | As! meals, as also at the collation. About Lent. Ry seal) none of prence with @ coffee, tea or chocolate, may be rae BS the morning. se “4. The order of the principal meal may be changed it vee . Dripping se On Bundey tn ot a Sunday there is neither fast nor abstinence, but fish and flesh ma: mat be used at the same meal, . “7, Those who are exempt from the precept of fasting may eat meat at the three meals on meat days. By a special indult granted to the Bishops of the United States, dated March 15, 1895, working who cannot easily observe the com- mon law of the Churoh, are di from the obligation of abstinence om all days of the year except Eri ih =Wednesd: Holy Week . ani Christmas Er My Wife’s Husband By Dale Drummond == Copgright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Even'ng World), CHAPTER IX. OULD it be possible that I had let Jane, my Jan leave me feeling e did? For a moment I was des- perately unhappy over our parting, then I hurried back to the office and was soon entirely en- grossed in my work; so much so that, ‘until I left for home, I forgot Jane was not there, and overlooked the fact that Martha had also gone until I opened the door of the darkened left you?” Dr. Tobin | th asked me when next I went to the to make her mother i 1 replied coldly, ‘Bad plan letting skittish colts out too soon! Getting homesick, I ex- pect; will be more so when she comes back, Bad plan! Keep ‘em home. Marth: gone, too, I hear,” he I shall be alone for two with us, but you ea," dit t get re. doctor know how much I even then wanted to. ed to. Certainiy a man is ani- mal when he invade: do- main, Unwashed dishes, badly made beds—yes, 1 slept first in one, then the other—du rywhere, and general discomfort—all this was my experi- ence. At the end of the first week whon—seeing how seedy I looked—the his invitation, I im- very other day, filled with the good wi ving, occasionally mentioning that some old admirer had called, or had accompanied her some where. She had been to the theatre several times and wrote en- thusiastically of the plays she had seen; but she mever once asked how I was getting along and never men- tioned the house, And I onl nothing of those things. But to say that He was. au when she stepped off the train on her return—| h, to see Martha with her, is putting consolation that, while we may have | ! iven ear to it, we never yet have foHowed any of that kind of advice, ‘We know a poor boob with high- brow aspirations who couldn't rest until he'd bullyragged his tlelese, unsophisticated little wife country to read Balzac. Then, a r or bo later, after she'd devoured Bai: zac from o to crackers, he won- why she had become eo sour and embittered and sceptical as his blithe little stories about his de- tentions downtown. ‘We know an otherwise veractous man who, the while he was coi gat to whom he was Fae aay capal speech. tone of finality left me nothing to say. Mar- tha was back; that ended ‘When we reached home Ja: iittle after ing Martha with the bags, tl—every morn: 1s life, inter and summer. He's been mak. ever since hi But I went back to the offi returned at night the hot maculate as usual, and as T back in my chair, how nice it w: and almost unconsciously [ inclu artha. But I sald nothin, | thoughts to Jane, nothing apology for the. condition found the house nor of eo that she 0 quickly restored it to its nore mal condition. Had I my life to live over I should not be so chary of praising and petting my wife, of telling her that I appres ciated and loved hi but like most I considered that she knew bot! thi so did not nee® to Very soon after Jane's return I bee gan receiving more calls, some of them from the best peo in the. town. It had gone about that the Hommings had discharged their city doctor (which was not true), that — had helpe@ Mrs. Hemming, and cyred, 1) Olsen, whom old Dr. Tobish nad de. jclared incurable. 80 quickl: public sentiment veer in a amait tol saperially when one is successful. jaturally thie encouraged me, an@ buds time studying up my more of the time I mi 3 ve devoted to e ae was But I noticed that frequen’ the doctor was tired he woula tere over some case to me, usually a ever falling to fuse dlepareap 0 make = marks when he did s shapiiiae 4 Jane had not complained for time of being left alo LD never been the weeping, negisthed wife kind; she was far too proud, far too much hurt to let me see how my neglect was turning her from me, & when I made the remark that she wal ‘owing more contented she ree Iam! The Hem lovely to me use oat ane every day, and they loa! all the late books and magazines. don't know how I could endure my dife 1f it weren't for them! Thi iy house—if you don't paper the ving room I shall go mad—only one ser- vant, and never a bit of pleasure, You ave gotten so you scarcely speak to me even when you are home, which is pretty seldom. You are ally the time thinking of your casea!” ip “But, Jane, I don't have time,” 4 commenced, then nddenty thinking. of what Dr. Tobish had said | Bethy } Deing > f° oe er with: Mow atoran pt her nd, I breke re the Hi gether?” smimings DABEY (tte (To Be Continued.) mien ee eee mere rating of the man whom @ dog around in front of his partment ai | clock at night... ward 11 or 12 The t'a-mote