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NO. 19,548 WHO PAYS? NW TAXES, os in war, it ie the little fellow who pays the price. He doesn’t know how or why the burden falls upon him when he owns no property and never saw a tax collector, but he pays just Bho same in many indirect ways, principally through rent. 4 There never was a time when it was more sdvantageous for the © [tenant to join forces with the landlord to cope with increasing taxa- ta New York, rich, poor, productive, hard-working, hard-ttruggling g aha York City, is the little fellow carrying the big end of the tax log. a Tt pays 80 per cent. of the special taxes of the State. a Much of its real estate is assessed at more than 100 per cent. of » J mssessment up-State is from 50 to 70 per cent. of market value. Gov. Whitman announces that a State-wide tax of $18,000,000 _/ ton that is falling on New York real estate. It pays 70 per cent. of the real estate taxes of the State. | \qmarket value. Very few plots are below 90 per cent. The average tevust be levied for next year. A tax of one mill for State purposes dollars’ | © qesament is the joker. Up-State legislators are trying to amend Gov. Whitman’s new Sax bill because it gives the State Tax Commission power to get after gure) tax assessment jugglers and even them up with New Yorkers. —_—_—— BOMBARDING BREAD PRICES. VERY shot trom the allied fleet in the Dardanelles A What a fictitious theory of economics is this that makes the 4. price of bread in New York dependent upon the Constantinople forts. ™ It is a specious subterfuge to deceive the man who knows that r @nly our own population, but having millions of bushels to spare for ‘wether nations. The bread booster of New York points to the abnormal price of 1 wheat to justify his ciz-cent loaf. The whest epeculator of Chicago, Riwhe bes bought millions of bushels he had no intention of taking, or » © e0ld short millions of bushels he did not possess, talks of Europe's de- mands and Russia's bottled-up crop. is all a wonderfully boletered fiction. Constantinople has not fallen, mebody hes any definite information shout anyway, is not re- Bat the artificial prices of the Chicago Board of Trade crum- with the walls of Helles Burnu and Kum Kale forts. It fe about time that the fiction of a cix-cent loaf was bombarded a THE DEMAND FOR THE DOLLAR. HE brokers of Wall Street, who deal in money as the corner grocer bargains in sugar, gleefully cry that the American dol- lar io now in big demand and commanding s premium the rorid over. Bat nowhere is the dollar more in demand than in these United ‘The premium on it at home is not measured in percentages foreign exchange, but in the check put upon business and enter- by this senseless war of maddened European nations. ‘The government banks of London, Paris and Berlin are boasting their enormove accumulations of gold. They are striving by every of international finance to hoard it like misers and to avoid yellow tide that in the balance of trade would flow at once rd America. are now the English experts who came to New York six the ago, when the current was running the other way, and coun- us to open wide our vaults and release more of our gold? Have voices been heard clamoring the seme demand at the money of war-crased capitals? Lat the American dollar go to s premium in Europe. But with 4 in our own enterprises, with faith in our own future pros- ity, let-us go on with the business of peace so that the dollar shall ‘Rover be at » premium to any honest man in America. PS a oS eee ‘The temporary injunction granted by the Appellate Divi- mon against the ordinance fixing taxicab rates is another ex- ample of what is possible through “the law's delays.” For two years the struggle of New Yorkers to be freed from taxicab extortion has been waged through executive, legisia- tive end judicial branches of the government, both State and municipal, always with the results in favor of the public. Harry ‘Thaw has a close rival in the Taxi Trust. oe . Hits From Sharp Wits. Dal like a man pretty well hones enough to tell rs kee Yunny. onions will not shy at a kitch worry. nee We Sever See \eet pan after ane mantioe u Many people "t any chil- \ oay wight things own a 2 Bu 4 Talk may be cheap but the echo id may be costly.—Macon Telegraph, Begs eer ee SAFE | ony scan nat Boot Tore’ sleep ‘or treat | house ti 7 eee ‘The main trouble with organised | graph. arity is that It is too often more or- eee on than charity—Philadel-| I « small town, where everybody knows everybody el: iy can't boast of their relativen,—* oH to phia Tele- ‘eo ee forget this: The girl who is ry .. Letters From the People “Going Weet.” The Dardanelles are not yet opened. Russia’s wheat, PEACHERINO The Jarr Family By Roy L. ‘ ISN'T SME BeauriFut | McCardell Copyright, 1915, by The i’reg Hubusting Co, (ite New York Mveung World), ’ was morning in the Jarr house- hold. The day's ‘doings were about to begin. “Now, tor goodness sake, do get up!" eaid Mrs. Jarr, coming in the room wherein her lord reposed. “Do get up! How do you expect me to keep a girl if she has to get four meals in the morning? “Yes, the children’s breakfast to get off to school, and then you come down late a morning like this and are more trouble than three breakfasts!” “I surely admire your mathematics,” yawned Mr. Jarr, “but please go 'way and let me sleep. You know I was working late at the office last night and am not expected down to-day till R00n."* “Yes, and t was working till late Inst night, mending and darning after you, but I'm up early. I might as well do all my own work as have to follow the girl around and show her what to|*%" dot” ‘ou surely are one busy little cup of tea!" said Mr. Jarr. “You mind your own business!" said Mre. Jarr. “Because I like the girl to bring me a cup of tea in the morning it always seems to give you offense. Thank goodness, I don't have to run out to esloons kept by ignorant Dutchmen for beer and whiskey!” “Now, look here,” eaid Mr. Jerr. “When I said ‘busy little cup of tea’ I moant no reflection on your inno- cont addiction to the fragrant herb of the Orient. It was simply an al- Jusion to your bustling and cheerful industry.” “Well, my industry len't so very cheerful this morning,” said Mre. Jasr, somewhat mollified. "You get up, #0 I oan make that bed.” Beers Maeeee|The Week's Wash punishment signed by three murdorers just as they were about to go to the electric chair ought to be somewhat effective,” remarked the head polisher. “Well,” said the laundryman, “I @on't know. It seems to me that a mode of punishment severe enough to move men about to be executed to ol nad thet other murderers be ee T= appeal to abolish capital “Where's my trousers?” “I hung them in your closet. Hurry | Fables of Everyday Folks | By Sophie Copgright, 1915, by The Prem Publishing Lo, (The Now York Krening World). Money Veraus Friend. ICE upon a time there was j @ young man. He was born ' with the proverbial “golden spoon in his mouth.” ‘That fs, he had money and property left him—seemingly enough for all the days of bis life. His father and [aimee had earned it all and left it for him to spend. Not baving learned how to earn he could not understand the of it, and it was therefore spent iy He ‘@ great many friends, but they were in the same boat with him, living im the land of plenty and pleasure. They would drink his wine and eat his dinners and tell what a good fellow” he was, In a word, they all lived in a “smart set” in which sincerity was spelt with the| dollar mark. ‘Tne man who had the largest or the best kennels or estate the greatest number of horses was the hero of the/ jhour, One day the man chanced to meet @ real earth-bound spirit wh was what the earth"”—the kind which on rare oc: casions enters euch “sacred circles" accidental, He understood something of life and values, and had many friends because he knew how to be one. Mr. Rich, however, having learned to reckon people only in direct ratio to their for- tunes of mi could not re the joy of suc! end, and approved of him only in a perfunctory way. | Now it to pase, In the course of human nts, ta war was an- nounced, and the money market be- know? A man doesn't advertise in the newspapers or go around telling his friends when he has in mind the roject of ending the life of another. ho can say how many men have been Lold back from murder by f of the electric chair? It is much more reasonable to assume that more have been deterred by that fear than have been urged to murder by contempt tor capital punishment. it thing to strap a and shoot ER fens ays: officers, CODEDOIOM CDA OO LLL LOLS LOLOL OE: Mr, Jarr Has Plenty of Clothes, ag World Daily Micheline. Saeureiy: February az: 1915 ING OFF SH MAKE-UP, ij ras ISN'T SHE BeauTiFuc | But Can’t Tell Where They Are MARR AAIRARIM RH IRHIMII KRARAAR ALAR RREIK HRT AAAI M to breakfast; everything is getting jhundred thousand shirt waists, three cold!” |million skirts, seven hundred thou- Mr. Jarr groped for five minutes | sand articles of lingerie on hooks and among a million underskirts, five sere and then sat down in despair. ren't you coming to breakfast?” ou'll come and find my clothes Mra. Jarr bounced into the room. “I give you a closet to hang your things ip, and yet you throw every- thing on the floor!” a “A closet for my things?” asked came what they call “tight.” The) Mr, Jarr, and he viewed the twenty- Irich young man had to let go some) ion slonte ef temuale auparel hanes horses and a few fcotmen in order to keep within the limits of his in-|!ng on the hooks with fear and as- tonishment, come. As time went on he found; “Yes, for your things! But as you Trene Loeb great difficulty in meeting his bills, | for his property was all “tied up” and What Every ae Woman Thinks By Helen Rowland Capgright, 1015, ty Tho Prem Pobuanms Os. (Tes Now York Brening Wertd), As to the Sentimental P i} HERE goes the most charitable man I know,” remarked the Widow, “Trained him to break hearts!” exclaimed the Bachelor in mock horrer. The Widow nodded. his freedom,” she added. what to say and how to say it, and how to pi “Did you find him an apt pupil?” queried sgh oh iy. took the stage fright out of him, and taught him ropose”"— The Widow colo: “Well,” ahe began slow! Strl, nor a fascinating woman \him in love with her at one time or another. are | about permitting @ woman to think herself loved. But Bobby philanthropist. He sheds his sentiment, like sunlight, on the old and the just and the unjust, the wise and the frivolous, alike. He spends half time and all his income in sending flowers and giving dinners, and dancing | with partnerless maidens, and making love to lonely widows, and”-—— “And in wasting his life generally,” rejoined the Bachelor with scorn. 6c ABSTING, Mr. Weatherby!” repeated the Widow. “Not a minute it 1s wasted. A man like that, who goce through the world tering sweetness and light and compliments and heart-thrills thie unsentimental, utilitarian age is a boon to humanity. What ‘woman needs in these days is to be waked up to her own charms, to be told how perfectly irresistibly fascinating she 1s, to feel the might of her power, Just once. After that, life le one long, sweet dream to her—and all men are. aimple propositions. But poor Bobby will have to suffer for it!” ‘ou mean that he'll meet the right girl eome day and fall in love when | t looking?” \ mean that he'll meet the right girl somo day and won't know HOW to fall in love! He has dabbled so long in imitation love, that ‘Goesn't \ | know the real thing from the spurious. 9 = “The just so much romance and sentiment put into the soul at birth; and {f you unbottle it and pour it around like water, it is bound to run out sooner or later. Some men flilng it away early in life on one woman, and are never able to love another; others keep it corked up tight until after forty, and then suddenty let it out with an explosion that startles the world; “ and still others, like Bobby, just dribble it away, little by little, until they wake up to find that their hearts are dead and their souls evaporated. They. are the kind who think it Is cleverer and wiser to ‘love lots of girls a little ‘than one girl a lot’” “Well, isn't it—when you think about it?” demanded the Bachelor, f Swapping Love for a Mess of Pottage. } 66RTOT when you THINK abeut it,” retorted the Widow. “Only when N you don't stop to think about it. It isn’t wise or clever to do any- thing that dries up the heart and deadens the emotions and spoils you for the reai things and real happiness in life. The sentimental philan- thropist gives away his most precious possession, his unspoiled illusions and + emotione—for a mess of pottage, a lot of cheap flirtations. He exchanges ted E Kohinoor for a string of glass beads, and then wond: lifo how he got cheated.” are fas: Ce a . “But he does a good work while it laste, according to version,” re- * marked the Bachelor. wig tra % “Oh, yes,” agreed the Widow, shrugging her shoulders and taki: gloves and muff, “while it lasts. But old age cometh on apees—-eupeniale Ga brag ind hop ~ eel ee And he won't even spenk to me now.” 2 it!” exclaims he helor, “Won't SPEAK to you—aft your ‘sentimental philanthropy!’” ay ia and Ayer Mr. Weatherby?” our charity,” returned the Bachelor, “in training him {: way shou'dn’t go—in taking the Kohinoor from him and handing tite a otas oe Giase beads.” “Mr. therby!” breathed the Wido' rising with & cokes, i forget that a flirt is born and not made.” ae nae eee ee My Wife’s Husband —=By Dale Drummond == Coprright, 1915, by The Pres Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening CHAPTER XI. ‘whom Leggo JUDDENLY I was pulled up| tire, ie short—for a little time, In another month our child would be born, and Jane was so miserably blue, #0 weak and ailing, that I dropped every- thing, outside of visits to my De®! ters, Greta, te be, wite' Oar ae Iie 88: Re tire until death—o: Deluge— wakes him up. ee ‘ian Dractice was constantly How thankful I was for the little I had been able to eave in the last few months! With what uneshamed punctuality I now sent in my bills! ence unusual in her. We should need every cent I could T only laughed. The old docter }eonstantly growing toner and Sher obliged to give up one after another, more jtalled competent ad jue and the baby were| ‘han that they should turn te me, é “And to make love artistically, without danger to his peace of mind er +] fear | objectio: its earning power was somewhat at 4 standatill. Things looked pretty bad. The young man realized that having mot invested is one thing, and be- ing able to keep it is another. Of course he had not ANTICIPATED anything like this and did not know how fo meet it, turned to his, fair weather , and, being in the same boat, ere as busy as boys killing) kooping tab on their own par- ticular brands of troubles just at this time. Though they could help him SPEND his money, they did not know how to SAVE it. got a bi it idea. He k the “salt of the eartl the man who knew ho a dollar because he knew how to it. Where before he had only consid- ered this man as he now catered to him as a for the estate his father and r had earned was in jeop- it looked as if it might go together. As it happened, the new friend, be- ine broad and big, as all men are who count in the long run, took the young man by the hand and led him out of danger, with just a fow scars to tell the tale of battle, But the escape was narrow and Mr. Rich learned this moral: A friend who can earn s dollar is rather to bo chosen than one who can spend it. Sa) we we “There would be no serious ob; tion to life imprisonment for mur ers if there were any guarantee th said murderers would remain prison for in There would be no on now, when there is a widespread movement on foot to make prison life one round of band con- corte, dansants, moving picture shows and jollying the Warden, But just as sure 48 you pass a law limiting the punishment for murder to life im- prisonment you are going to get an- other law permitting the release of murderers on parole. “In a community lke this such a law would be an invitation to mur- er, Wo'd have to build a speci prison for killers. Even without a| never use it I did hang a skirt or a shirt waist or two in it, If I ever move it will be to a flat that has more closet room. Here's your trous- ers!" and Mrs, Jarr plunged her hand, as if doing a feat of magic, in among ®@ vast quantity of skirte and brought into view the clothing Mr, Jarr sought, “Now, my coat and vest, please!” said Mr, Jarr, Mrs. Jarr handed him these, “There they were, right before your eyes!" she said, “Shall I put them on you?” “Will you fix the buttonholes in one of my shirts for me? They are all busted!" said Mr. Jarr humbly. “I fixed them all last week,” said Mrs. Jarr. “IT can’t find one that will hold a collar button,” said Mr, Jarr meekly. “Weill, I can!" said Mra. Jarr. And she did, But it was a plaited shirt, and it was ripped and split by the laundry at every plait. Mrs. Jarr got needle and thread, sighed, and remarked that she'd | to know whether his second wife would make a slave of herself for him. But Mr. Jarr made no answer, was afraid to. By Martin Green & good thing to get the opinions of the widows and children of murdered mosn ce the subject of capital punish- ment.” A Free-for-All Fight. ey ty OOKS as though that amend- ment to the Direct Primary Law permitting State conven- tions to submit candidates to the voters would die an early death,” suggested the head polisher. “Probably it will,” said the laundry man, “but I don’t see why. The idea al that the dear people are going to pick exploded last fall, They picked the perele Pe sd applying to tt own candidates was thoroughly Fach Ses both do g nicely I once more t ork. been married just & fond when the baby (we named him John after Jano’s own father) came. I know now that Jane thought his com- ing would make me different, that I would be at home more, would not be so neglectful of her. But not even the baby, of whom I was intensely proud and fond, could draw me more Phan temporarily from my overween- bition. Oe eon baby John was two weeks old Jane's mother left us. There was @ grave note of anxisty in her voice on ane asad ‘care of Jane “ o : oad ‘Zon't leave her too mae cha nor let her get bd teed bo She may not complain, 0 hs But be with her as much he: 't be lonely now. The lt- aver attend to that” Tan- " not make up to a woman don't leave her to pay’ until long after midnight studying 1m famous case, and which interested me so intensely that I never thought that this firet night alone without ir pamer might be lonely and bard jane. I wonder if any one thinks, In view of what I have written, that I did not {love Jane any more? If you do, you \are mistaken, I was tinordinatel; | proud of my beautiful, accomplished wife, the mother of my boy—when I thought of her. but I loved my ampition more, I have often wondered if the woman wh ——————SS— not have a regular convention where Ht ring statesmen have a Shanes to fight it out in the open’ | SEB,” said the head polisher, Rig th dts colleague? I juried | of the Ae women are alike,” I sald te! myself, as I returned to the office, to husband hes a sweetheart, of | and stown old man fashioned ont eae of a wally ora more tolerant Pe mousiy, we got en &- in spite of Jane's objection managed at last to have as on (Sosy Reswttes opened in ‘ me. There 1 |factory Just outside the tome ; were now brought {hospital instead of being A to a neighboring town. But it was | pulling me awag If I remained at hom: after the noon-day mca, haa a4 Cag with love and “Ten ol But I laughed and joked her about always having her oun way, queting her refusal to let Martha be ‘dis- | 'y | charged, and other things in which eased. ahe had done as she pl “Tl that you could where I did not consider it you would ha: the to have acknowledged it, had I in with your ideas, and given badly cooked meals,” she generously, then laughed—for. time—over the condition the was in ehe returned with Se conren Jane was right, ané ad been