The evening world. Newspaper, March 6, 1915, Page 10

Tariff, banking reform, corporation curbs, » wente—all these bugbears of uncertainty which have worried the |] “high brows” of tho business world, are now settled or withdrawn. {hey can bo used no moro for the present to scare the ordinary man swhose first concern is not with them but only to do s good day’s work - eeafident, That way lies prosperity. . eo A law that ought to be repenied still toys with the shovel that should be digging New York's subways. —————— PUBLICITY SCARED THE PLOTTERS. : UBLICITY has killed the conspiracy to boost the price of bread just as it killed the plot to put war prices on meat, eggs and vegetables last fall. At the close of the State’s inquiry into the threatened rise in cost ‘of the lost Deputy Attorney General Becker declares himeelf satis- Hed that investigation has caused “the abandonment of the causes ‘that led to the recent advance in price.” He aleo expresses his belief ‘that newspaper publicity has put a wholesome respect for the laws of competition into big baking companies which were getting ready to /” > ‘The Interborough now warns its passengers against riding on the 5 Platform. Yet it takes no steps to save the public from finding ‘Meal jammed on the platfirm more immovably even than in the @f the car. Forcing « way in or out of « car through the ‘Platform crash is, for g woman especially, the most trying ordeal of . qabway travel. ' ‘ Hp ‘The public get “wasy” number at last. The root ste © the paseo yyy — Hits From Sharp Wits. @o the poor fellow are argu “3 time to talk to a dius of core (6.778"+) —3.391"+, width of Bul os problem ate from radi — ‘nue Lias"s, width of’ aret portion B Ud pagewned et ring pa width of & recent -al you name Mme. A foray ds I morobardt and Mma. ‘as two of the three wy women on it. thirdy’ 1 yi qyalaenter te. ssubiiay. The Sing boon IH OPENED ATHIS STATION The Jarr Family. By Roy L. McCardell ‘Coperight, 1915, by The Prem Pupusuing Co, (The Mew York Brening World). GUESS I'd better go after time, so you can be primped and fi Mr. Jarr AAS Sate Fis Reet wo APOLSOIZED A MAN EAI SUBWAY ~ THE TED in THE OCAL Wi IASTED FoR Him WHEN THe EXPRESS HE MusT HAVE ASKED HER To DANCE WITH HIM ALIAAAAAAHAAAASAAASAAAAAAASAAAAASAS Seeks to Dodge Punishment By Concocting Some “War Medicine” Ferrer rrr rr K eK KKK Ke KK eK eK eee eee no effort to start to dress till he comes home, and then tell him you won't be ordered around like a dog!” this hand,” eaid Mr. Jarr)de-rolied, houre ahead of time, mak: Encountering no opposition, Mr. feebly. “1 meld sixty queens Dinoehle and de deece,” said Gus. "Spiel!" “What you quit #0 soon for?” asked taking a nightoap together at the bar. “Well, doggone it,” said Mr. Jarr, “I Went out to the drug Btore to get some cough syrup, I think it was, stopped in Gus's a minute and you fellows got me to playing pinochle and I forgot} all about it. I suppose I'll get a good | roasting and then icy silence for a week.” “IT tell you what to do,” sald Mr. Rangie. “Tho way is to begin making war medicine yourself, soon as you get in the house start in and scold at irae an byt ‘That takes all it out of them. ’ inn tan | Gee it Arett” Bore FepeatE vasation at hs, wo Mr. Jarr thought it would do 80/ he and baby to some harm to try it, anyway. So as soon where they were as he got Into bis wife's room he @ammed his coat and hat down on the floor, and, as Mrs. Jarr sat up in ourpriee and gave him an indignant look and sank back again, he began: “I suppose you are going to vegin the Married Man's Reign of Terror, eb? Well, begin, commence, But be- fore you, do, let me give you a syn- opsls of hew you women run things, how you break up happy homo.s, how you drive good men to desperation and fury and distraction. “The way to keep a husband on his good bebavior, says you,” Mr. Jerr continued, “is to never be content; and then be will always keep trying to make and keep you contented. “If he telophones you to be ready to go out with him when he comes home, telephones in plenty of The Week’s Wash u rt} ‘© you think,” asked the head /cret and strike blindly with bombs, polisher, “that Polignaai, the calmly indifferent as to whether they ae os cnenten | Ee Teale ing as an iow, ‘and ny in protest plugged those two tvory-domed Ital- Saino the abror of abar Ley Gare blow Cathe- De. pal eo arouse genti- last beze to try to blew mp the against the policeman and put ¢ralt™ background the fact that By Sophie Divorce vs. Vacation. ICE upon a time there was &@ young married couple. They etemed very muca! Bulted to each other and apparently very happy. When they wore first married they could not bear to be separated for any length of tine and always went about together. ‘The same amusements, tho came hony and continued in the same routine ther, Another cnild came, and up to this time this couple had from éacn other for jay. They seomod very pl low it came to pass that the man’s business took a turn for the worse talked ft over quite frequently, choush over . ine went on and things did not get any better the wife would critl- cedure and then a quarrel would ensue. About this time the baby con-! tracted the measies and the wife bi to care for it. Along with the bu ness troubles whe grew irritable, and there were more frequent quarrels. Then thé husband would stay away from home to avoid these differences and there would wi Woman claiming “neglect. ‘Things continued in this game along. If he did he carried out | To ing his orders and rendered @ great eer- | worship, vice to the community, “The two Anarchists aldn't accuse the po n of framing them unti) cise her husband's methods of pro-|H oeReta ec, Fables of Everyday Folks Irene Loeb (Copyright, 1916, by The Prep Publishing Co, (The New York Eveaus World), hills became the usual mountains and grievances were overyday occurrences, until they got on each other's nerves, to the breaking point. The woman thought sho made a mistake in hor marriage, and blue Thuraday she packed her things and took the chil- dren “home to mother,” leaving the usual cannot agree and I'm going hom Now, the mother of the wife was write you, im your friend.” diately the wife talked “divorce,' all the rest of it, but mother better. It was not DIVORCE a! wanted, but a VACATION—a vu tion ENTIRELY away from friend husband, while she settled down at home with er, husband worked harder than at his business, be- Heving in his mother-in-law and in his own ability to make good when unworried. As the days went by and the wife's thoughts became more se- rene th were many hours for re- flection and for memories of the de- Hghtful days when her married Life. was sailing smoothly, SHE realised she had been unjust quite often, and E was remorseful that be had not been as “patient” as he migh To make a long fable short, they soon realised how much they meant to each other, and mother-in-law knew just whon toact. He came and won her all over again, and it seemed ery ‘thought of divorce made’ them very vor my both shudder and subscribe to this moral: All marriage and no vaca- tion makes a couple very du'l, 8 mankind by blowing up their fellow mel in. the! a red to, Freel b: ‘were conve: y the speeches of Berkman, Tresoa and other Anarchists. What if this police- man badu't pened to fall in with them? There is nothing to show as 7k Gat they wouldn't have made the bs and set them o@ in the that the leaders have the underlings that ‘indi- wet Jarr resumed, like a giant refreshed: | “Finally, after ho coaxes you huim- bly for an hour, atart in to dress by fita and starts, stopping to cry occa- sionally and say you don't want to go and you know he doesn't want you to Go, and, anyway, you haven't a decent thing to wear and look at these gloves! , ~ “Now, make him hook you up the back. First, be sure to put on a black Jace gown with spangics with black hooks set partly in lace and partly in some other kind of maddening flimsy | black goods. Be sure the waist 1s too | tight for you and make no offort to) contract your diaphragm. “Finally, if he does get it hooked! and you do get with him where you) started for, don’t speak to him; and, finally, when be becomes silent, ask him in a fierce whisper to take you! home—it he 1s going to sit there and) not speak to you, and ‘if he only| brought you out to make a show of you, to insult and humiliate you, why not say 802’ If you see anybody you! know smile sweetly at them, and if) you get close onough to speak to! them tell them how much you enjoy! going out, but that your busband never likes to take you anywhere or to go to any respectable place him-| golf, and you think he must be get- ting old. “It he should bow or try to smile at | sam anybody, create a near-scene and swear he is filrting with some bold thing across the room. Pick out @ bold thing of about sixty. Then don't speak to him ‘coming home, when you get home or for three days after. ward.” A succession of gasping, choking sounds was the only answer. Mr. Jarr bont over, Mra. Jarr was fast asleop and snoring. (They all deny they snore). What's the use of being indignant and eloquent if they only 45 to sleep? By Martin Green ———— ee tion have been in this country for many years. Most of them worked in and back to Europe with the idea Mowing the earn- ings some ‘ay jready, that I was sure Mrs. Butter- ‘Coperight, 1918, by The Prege inubiaabing Oo, (ihe Now York hirenag Werid). As to Woman's Infinite Capacity for Being “ 66 HAT makes you look so—eo different?” inquired t6:' studying the Widow with a frown of disapproval. “Do I ‘suit,’ Mr, Weatherby?’ questioned the Widow, looting |UD at him with mock humility, “ty “Well, your hair isn't done the way I like it," complained the Bacheimy “and you've got on your least becoming frock, and your shoes look ¢URePy and your face ts too white, and—what om earth has bapgened to yout” _ “I've just been ‘reformed’—again,” answered the Widow meskiy, 4 being a ‘Perfect Angel’ for the thirty-seventh time.” Saath “For the—what?” exclaimed the Bachelor, holding bis Nghted sete® | ue! “Ien't it anes ri e Pa: jair, ‘or the thirty-eeventh man,” explained the Widow. I know thirty-seven perfectly good ways of getting sever recipes for being an ‘Ideal Woman’—end I'm young learn thirty-seven more. A woman's capacity for being ‘reformed’ finite! She never realises what an imperfect creature she is untfl man falls in love with her and proceéds to remodel her according to, brand of ‘Ideal,’ and to change her in everything, from her religicg. colffure and the brand of her tooth powder.” <e “But I thought lo 66é AT shows that you ne have been tn love,” answered the Widow sedly. “Love nay mak woman blind, but {t opens a man’e to every little flaw in a girl’s composition and then lends microscope with which tc magnify it. In fact a man never cam that he IS ig love with a woman until he finds bimself wond will ‘suit’ and yearning to make her over according to his favorite j Infatuation ts blind, romance is blind, but ‘love’ is a regular Diogenes, 'ite passion for secking perfection. And the saddest al funniest part of it ia that they all begin in the same way—and in the same place, The moment you see the gleam of tho lovelight in a man’s eyes you know the task that is before you.” I. “You tulk,” said the Bachelor, “as though being loved were an afflic- jon.” is | “It 1s,” sighed the Widow, “when you realize that it means giving up ~ all your favorite little ways and living up to a new role—every six * | Just as you have learned to be a ‘siren’ along comes another man and wants to make you over into @ saint. Then you know that you've got.to atop curling your hair and remove most of your ‘girlish color’ and put your spangled frocks and lcarn to sing ‘The Palms’ instead of ‘Just @ Little Love.’ And, just as you have gotten used to the metamorphosis and are beginning to fee! natural, along comes another man and proceeds to trans- form you into a butterfly, you get out your curling tongs and’ take ‘fes- sons In the latest dances and buy a new complexion that will harmonize | with pink tulle and practise up on your French and learn to play the bal \girly unti! Number Three appears on the horizon and ests some! | totally different. A woman bas no rest in this world o wants to py @ ‘loved.’ She is just a ‘stock actress,’ always playing one roic and studgti ; Another, until by the time. she is married sho ts propared to star |character, froin Cleopatra to St. C a, and nqyer miss a cue,” | “But aren't there any women who are just naturally ‘perfect ;the Bachelor. SS RAPPER PARP P EDD DLS ADS < lee F there were,” retorted the Widow, “every man whi ir I them would be trying to paint little imperfections all Np order to make her seem human. What a man wants isn't = but a change. What he ts seeking ts not something just right—but some~. |thing different. He'd’ simply hate to be perfectly satisfied with a woman |and to lose all the joy of. ‘reforming’ her. And he fancies tha by ,to her about the shape ef her shoes and the brand of her sachet lout of her clothes and the etylo of her coiffure he is doing a great, and noble thing and improving on the Lord’s handiwork; whereas be is merely undoing the work of the man-who-went-before and making work for she; man-who-will-come-next. But if it amuses them"——~ ond the Witew | patted her plain colffure and shrugged her spoulders rosignedty. “Is that why you do it?” inquired the Bachelor. “For the love of pesce or admiration, or gevotion, or attention?” . rele “For none of those,” declared the Widow emphatically. “A wortdr makes a human chameleon of herself just for the primeval feminine love. of BEING BOSSED!” : DPPPPPPIR POL APP PD PL OL LPL LD PLPPPD PPL PPPPL G5. } The “Perfect” Girl Ve. the “Human” Girl.} wenn sae My Wife’s Husband ==By Dale Drummond=— ‘Oppmngh, 1V15, by The A'reps Publisb:ng Oo, (The New York Aremng Word), CHAPTER XIV. eis meee that she should LOOKED at my wateb; thea |*°.1'TT”" wan 1 otal hurried home, hoping din-!4o ag 1 plenes, cocnsteealion ner would be ready, as I/as I negiect neither your had an interesting case to) oe Ys enone Pett” visit that would oocupy ™@/quti and prosy ‘enough! 1 moat of the evening. think you would - . Butterworth hasn't come in| thing that would put a ilttle Martha told me when I asked) "°2s ® li Calor, tate I her to hurry dinner. neglect me, but you must I played with the baby awhile and/4 woman cannot do the sont Martha into the kitchen, telling her to put dinner on as soon as it was tamp ae man does, éven if she ia so The very fact of her being a is Ae jbeormountabie as ign we, mei a if an. It ia ‘bo te. it do you mean?? 1 4 astonished at her tone. bee ha “I mean that anything a» ‘edifs specting man can do, a of ing woman can also do not Because am a woman, for ie no reason why I should be J worth would be In by that time, I romped with my little son for half an hour, then Martha put her head in the door, saying: “Dinner is ready, Doctor Butter- worth, Sball I serve it, or will you walt for Mra, Butterworth?” “Ll wait five minutes,” I told ber, ooking at my watch, “then if ahe jan't here I will eat my dinner. 1 finished my dinner and still Jane had, not cor Suling Martha asked her Hlapityy od any idea where ber mis- ne. fit something about going to seo Mrs, Hemming, sir, mya came back after her music,” tually @ prisoner'in the for you, just because that house ; Pens to be the place yon come & when you get ready and feel like ft.’ A man does not love a woman iter for obeying his every blindly, but he loves himsojt to his rule, I was annoyed thet 5 was an! should argue with me, ‘A pretty young woman has to. very careful what she does, waid to her, “and out in. ry being j it it hi 2a hl ace saa b~ tly ape—but causes it lees.” ‘ x Aen eoty ea 3 1a ho ne Mrs. , but has left for home,” % Hemming told me. “Mr. Hemming is taking ber in his car. ‘Very well, I was & as it was getting late,” I replied. Then after thanking her and asking fter her health I bung up the re eiver and put on my coat and went ut, not forgetting to tell Martha to let Mrs. Butterworth know when she came in that I bad waited as long as I could, t get in until after mid- I did not get Mo raid aos Moaily, “Aud g in the evening without my hi why, I never go at all.” “Better not go at a Shae to wness, ‘and Jano was asleep, nie akon her, he next I pared, ber how inner. Utara, Herat 1 letly. woman It is quite wi cule ae ey | | nivel