The evening world. Newspaper, May 22, 1915, Page 10

BPR ss Th pre President, 63 Park Row. "ow, Tork as Le peo te Matter. For England and t ‘All Countries in the International _ Postal Union, 00.78 MUST WE GO BACKWARD? © SUMMER evening echools this year. The number of recre: N ation centres reduced one half. More children crowded int classes already too dig. Heavier burdens for overworke teachers. Substitutes to experiment where trained regulars ough te teach. pense of the public echools—economy which, with its attendan crowding and deficiencies, wil! leave, as President Churchil instruction.” agin by stinting the schools. ‘sep its opportunities, than lecs money for these purposes, oo A GRAVE ERROR IN TACTICS. {THE advocates of votes for women wish to preserve the excellent + reputation for seemliness and eelf-respect that has ¢o far at- tended their fight for the cause in this country, they will be eateful to what leaders they listen. egret to the wiser heads of the movement. Dr. Anna Howard Shaw, the distinguished President of the National American Woman Suf- sr mation ead Germany. This is straight talk and has the ring of real leadership. It com- _ bimes zeal with common sense, tact and a realization that the nation _ is bigger than any one issue. What suffrage needs most is balance. What the suffragists lack ~ ise boss. ay eS 2 el A CHANCE TO RECIPROCATE. W to the stage. Nor is it ever disappointed. No professional worker puts his time and art oftener and more effectively "at the service of others than the actor. Directly a fund for the needy ‘at home or abroad wants boosting, benefits are the first thought. And the stage people give their scant afternoons or Sunday evenings with un{giling generosity. _ Wherefore, when actors make an appeal in behalf of their own edmirable Fund which takes care of old and unfortunate members of the profession—it is up to the theatre-going public to shew that it remembers and spprecistes. lobody has to be urged to go to a Lambs’ Gambol—at any price. ‘This year the proceeds of three performances at the Century Theatre Mane 4 and 5 go to the Actore’ Fund. New Yorkers should rally at the Hudson Theatre Mey 27 and make the suction sale of seats s memorable occasion—and « golden. ee THE SPY’S HARD LOT. HE case of the epy Kuepferle who hanged himself in a Lon- _ don prison last Wednesday gains added interest from the extraordinary revelations of another German epy who has ‘taken refuge in New York. + For the story of I. T. Tribich-Lincoln, a former British subject ‘whe became a member of Parliament and later entered the German Mearet Service, as Mr. Lincoln tells the facts in The World Magazine to-morrow, links itself dramatically with the fate of the unfortunate _ Kuepferle’s arrest was kept secret nearly two months, Mean- while British experts imitated his handwriting and went on corre- in his name with German officials in Holland—repeatedly asking for further instructions, which were duly forwarded. But, Mr, Lincoln assures ws, “the climax is to be found in th _ fect that the German Secret Service knew that Kuepferle’s alleg ~ reports came from Scotland Yard and the requested instructions they ‘sent oxtensibly to Kuepferie were indeed meant to mislead the British officials.” be Mr. Lincoln was an active agent in thie counterplot ‘Hye tops many of Germany's underground wires The epy's lot is a hard one, Wis faithful work toa few. His successes are never published. When fate overtakes him, bis end is grim and lonely, Kuepferie did hie duty end went to hie aeci:fice, ince the honor of being #hot Lhe Wis narra * known only Idier wae refused Hits From Sharp Wit» Ment to the funmiest thing in the | trom ie the average Mayor of the) (hin city Aresned in Wie beet wult bn g wee « beh bet wating to Bilecne ths ‘sistinguished visitor — | m 1 bed tefl over, Wit a8 gous whieh euet Om * * peat dow ures Cees’ A diittio jeer ‘hing enix lo (hee te much ee One 004 wise md « 4 ‘Nos. 88 to Dany Sones gay Sn Face Fast See | d ! This fs the “economy” the Board of Estimate exacts at _ ant — skiaxping, ef the Board of Education says, “a scar on the body of our public! _ Whe city’s financial condition calls for prudent figuring. But it, ‘would be hard to convince most New Yorkers that retrenchment must | ‘The city that cannot let its public schools advance, that canuot children marching steadily on to new advantages and wider that cannot find from year to year always more rather | is already out of the running. | NeBoard of Estimate can persuade us that New York is in that class. ‘The militant raid which marred President Wilson’s luncheon at tlie Biltmore this week has not ceased to be a source of shame and | HENEVER charity starts to raise money it turns confidently Li ¢ Evening World & BACK LACE SHOES t 1 | i TRANSPARENT 1 | | “THe MONKEY FAD- UBT amuse the children a little while,” eaid Mre. Jarr the other evening. “Mre. Rangle and I are going over to see Kitty Robineon’s baby. You know she was Clara Mudridge’s cousin, and her husband is that tall man I introduced you to some weeks ago when we met him outside the store the day we went downtown to complain about the new icebox warping when it was sold to us fully @uaranteed, and the man had the herve to say it wasn't guaranteed against warping if the drain pipe was allowed to get choked up and the water got in behind the woodwork, al- though, goodness knows, it's just as well the drain pipe does choke up, because I never had @ girl that could remember to empty & pan under an jeebox, and the water runs all over the floor and through it. But what am Ito do? Do you think if I am paying wirl T am going around 66 emptying the leebox drain pan for her?” although | never eaw « ehild yet that thrived simply because you took its mperature alwaye sticking a thermometer poor iitile thing's mouth, I What good does that do @ baby “) showlde't uh nouriehment bn jarr “ny ’ eck’s remareedt vibebe | the Colom pe ene “ The Jarr Family “By Roy L. McCardell Coperight, 1916, ty The Pras Publishing Oo, (The Now York Evening Wertd), “bul what's the leebos ton life Wash OY yh | hook bie op ie bie fight for righioowe wade eo \uemel polilival ‘| witeke when he soueht lo reeower i ge ee ee eso ; Co. oid) azine, Saturday: May wt By Maurice Ketten WHY NOT THE SUNHE! BACKWARD FOR HEN FUR FADS COLLAR ; ALLTHE RAGE MCD “woes Se ZR ‘4 , ~ G Mr. Jarr Heroically Obeys Orders, But That’s All the Good It Does Him Rangle says Kitty Robinson dosn't things on and I aimply can't stoop seem to care whether people call or over in this dress.” Bot unless they talk about nothing] “What do you wear it for, then?” but her wonderful baby; #o if I'm|asked Mr. Jarr. got to do with it?” late don’t forget to empty the pan] “po you think I'm going to dresa “Well, if I'm a little late—aithough | under the icebox; I'd empty it now! for housework all the time?” replied I won't stay lo because Mrs.! myself before I go, but I've got mY! Mrs. Jarr shrilly. “Here the girl's Fables of Everyday Folks fone off, and I know she’s forgotten \to empty the pan under the icebox; —== By Sophie Irene Loeb | she's left the supper dishes unwashed, |and if #he thinks I'm going to wash them si mistaken, So I want you to empty the pan, Now, don't forget it" games and he marvelied that mich| ,, ; things could be INTERESTING, They | “Ob. I won't; Pd gal light) fantastic’ and;said Mr. Jarr. taught him one or two harmiess! “Now, don't go running off just sepa, He got into the rhythm of the| necaurg T want co ean a tec words thing and wanted to learn more. In fact, as usual with the prude, be in-|'? You before I go out and goodness knows, T get out but seldom,” said sisted on learning the limit an he tavites others, who intro-| Mra, Jarr. “Make litte Emma uced a little wine and song, and| oi occasionally there was a little rough drink some milk before #he goes to bed, aud if it ts too cold warm tt for her, And that will remind you to house in the glass hi The man had been starved for eo long (having sty the pan when you go to the for the milk.” Coprright, 1015, by The Pees Publishing Oo, (The New York Kenting World). The Glase House Man. INCE upon a time there was @ man who lived in a giase house. He built it especially that way, so that he could look out at everybody and keep an eye on what each was 4 He was one of the kind who always preached on how he thought other People should live, He insisted on di- reoting their lives, because he be- lieved himeelf to be immune from all buman templation, He was what is commonly call: prude. one I'll empty it now,” continually that w ny that be cried truuh, he was part in pew said Mr. Jerr " ears in which be had been strait orget c great theory was the “ounce of pre | Inced and hard-hearted and critical + erge. 5 Won't 0) es vention.” He tried to prev very-| Hut one evening he forgot himarit| ll! attend to everything and will body from 4 anything that wee and his mesry-mweking sasumed big ("4 richt bere watching for fires, PY, terming all Mi yur it 4 riends "eg pardon; 4d you #ay you inful” im feet, burglars, bill ¢ tora, old fi around (0 see somebody's a TION AND NO j lane had We felt himaeit in| with « grudge and all other constant 4d Mr. Jar, wearily He posed ae & saint among all th | viniioes and vin one c oluners. H in due time Mrs Jare returned Fes, ite Kity Reve As time went on this man imagined had Mr. Jarre greeting her at baby,” said Myre. Jere, 4 she'* that he could du no wrong, Ie also ; Ce raising it according to health rules,| believed that everybody had for so 6 door, “A did nut forget « thing there jong looked up to him as the beaoon piled the pan A ae houne, the p Which shone ou voller y ©, could see hin, Me had) "AMA pow didn't put It hack t t that bimeelf wae ine not 5 1 Mere Jerr Why, the water ; 0, as rum ail over the fluor!” Mr. Jarre got mad first, "If you'd lay at home and tend (0 things,” “gon They opeokiog terme soon 4 hi bin some happy house ve oe Wirhng “ veh By Martin Green | | bitaoes i him, rather than be hanged by the enemy he hanged himecif or San aenean arte | —s_ Pirange injustice of reward! The man who storms and taht aay Saale sha” snd the fam ee 8 oe ' the redoubt \e glorified, The mau who may # furnished the] is wot b 4 eumploiely out tor shel een, Meal ' that made the glorious deed pormiiie i* eacrificnd— dive) count of tow te wine ‘The mip way | ubmerver LS ee Vere Mare | ere "% a rat, cornered and killed in the obecuriiy of some prisom, Yoi|' beet eur veramtile eaPreaiemt te ory did Wot give him 9 ean Dill | sens a 6 ote bin down ond jump oo bin 0 bother the (wune, A Tar both with equal herolem offered their lives to thelr country | the wine ta Myrecuse ané Mernee toene, | bi mie 4Al SA | £24 (hese Nopuldia whe have mala. | Uke seotiment of ol) honest folk should i prove by |t eee and eubetentiel justire $A a j & Ge0d Long Think j wnpiy the Gorman Amerven de se hevew't heard much from penonmeneennenteneenaes W". «Geren > Ameren 1 Unoaimoue 06 Lect! i frente ® the resides J | peewee oe rrermmeneee ore ve . od & one lL ° ‘ a | om the United Mates ‘ ' thee View Vresident Marans tee tooihetdimess iv bring a9 eciiow for fe Geb Ametionn wt “are he to ree see inet Cal Hevserelt, becamee Seee declared the laundry man may never be Preedent Aho the Ce en ent bry Ref “Whe sem wWeme tiem for the tod the Ais ‘vac hina wore moments of ais Sasi lareirsor tot chou ¥ 4 saaoimouay ot Ae | BACKWARD] | 1? \ pee 24 prare he enpest to get up her 22: 1915 What Every Woman Thinks By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1918, by The Prew Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Wortd), OF MAN’S LATEST MODE IN MILLINERY. 6 HAT’'S——THAT?” inquired the Widow as the Bachelor tald W down a pecullar object made of straw, and looking like @ cross between a kettle and a flower pot. “That,” repeated the Bachelor bitterly, “is my new spring ha The Widow turned the strange object around in her hands and eyed 1 from all sides curiously. Then ahe placed her hand politely over her mouth and begnn to shake with silent mirth. “That's right! Laugh! Taunt me! Rub It in!” exclaimed the desperately, flinging himaelf into an arm chair and enapping his cigarette | came open viciously, “It ian't bad enough, I suppose, that T have to wear @ | thing like that for the next six weeks!” “But,” protested the Widow, suddenly suppressing ber mirth, "if you don't LIKE it why in the world did you buy it?” “Hecause ite the only kind of a aummer head covering I could find in , the shops,” grumbled the Bachelor, “Because it was either a case of going | bareheaded or aweltering under @ felt hat or ‘taking the count’ end @do- ‘ocumbing to one of THESE.” “Poor boy!" exclaimed the Widow sympathetically, at last how it feels!” “Yes,” sighed the Bachelor, “it fecls like a cross between @ corons= and @ tomato can, but”—— “I mean,” corrected the Widow, “you know how it feele to be a woman and to HAVE to wear any sort of crime, atrocity or barbarity that the mil- liners, tailors or dressmakers choose to inflict upon you. NOW, perhaps you men will stop railing at women for being slaves to fashion, since you know by sad experience how involuntary the servitude is and alwaye has been.” gt ti" ee. “then 08 ee “Pshaw!" aniffed the Racholor, hedging. “You don’t have to wear ever fool fashion that appears in the shop windows!” { The “Primal Curse” Centres About « Hat. 7 nnn 66. TO." remarked the Widow with a shrug, “but if we didn't we shoul@ N have to go about clad in a sweet amile and a bunch of violets, You yourself acknowledge that you HAD to buy a hat that makes look like—er, look peculiar—just because you couldn't beg, bully or bribe the shopkeeper to show you any other kind. Well, that has been the ourse of Woman's life ever since fashions were invented! But, in the words of @ devoted husband, “Why don't you wear your last year's hat?” You looked awfully nice and picturesque in that, and"—— “I thought,” interrupted the Bachelor hastily, “that you women were going to solve the clothes problem adopting the ‘Polymuriel’ costumes: and to defy the changes in styles by Wearing a regulation dress just as men do, It will be a great day for the human race when you can put all the time, energy and thourht that you now expend on changing from hobbi to ruffles and back to hobbies again into something really worth while.” The Widow laughed mockingly. “Yes,” she rejoined, “it will be a great day! When the Polymurtel has been decided upoh and adopted ALL women will wear it—for about ix weeks!" “For—what?” mumbled the Rachelor in astonishment. “For just as long as the tailors and dressmakers and manufacturers’ find it a profitable fad. Then, when they have sold out their tock of Poly- murieis, they will invent something else to take {tx place, and you won't be able to find a Polymuriel hetween New York and San Francisco,” announced the Widow. “It's a psychological and economic problem, Mr. Weatherby, That's the secret of woman's slavery to style!” Nonsense!" retorted the Bachelor, “Nobody on earth could make a MAN wear openwork stockings and low satin slippers in a snow sturm, and @ fur collarette around his neck on the Fourth of July!" { The Man Who Ie Afraid to Look “Different.” ; emanaaaaaaananaaaaaaamanaaaaannaaaenneeeeeeete 6 H, yes they could!” deciared the Widow promptly, “if he couldn't O find anything else to wear. Besides, there is no creature in the world who is ao mortally afraid of looking, saying or doing any- thing ‘different’ as a man is. There is no creature on earth,who shudders 60 acutely at the thought of being ‘odd.’ Why, he will even change the color of his sine or his conscience or his religion eo as not to seem ‘odd.’ He'll even pretend to be wicked when he isn't because he thinks it looks ‘odd’ for a man to be good. He'll put purple powder and court plaster all over hie reputation just as a woman does over her face; and nothing on earth hurts his vanity so much as to be seen in public with a woman who is three weeks on the wrong side of the fashions or half an hour behind timo in the wap of doing her hair.” “Oh, well,” admitted the Bachelor grudgingly, “of course a chap likea to have the women he takes about smart looking and chic and trim, but the very thought of the amount of money the average girl spends on her clothes makes him shudder at the idea of marrying. Now !f all women would be strong minded and adopt the Polymuriel and stick to it”—— “They would save enough money,” broke in the Widow with a rtp; laugh, “for every man to go out ana buy a new spring hat—like YOURS!” “Oh, come on!" exclaimed the Bachelor recapitulating. “Put on that fluffy black and yellow thing of yours and let's go out in the park for @ epi My Wife’s Husband By Dale Drummond Coprright, 1016, by The Pres Pubitahing Co. (The New York Brening World), CHAPTER XLV. sorry that I had refused at first, but MMH next day Grant and 1| 8% Willing to acknowledge it. started for the lake, The eat wan stifing and, us I Was pretty well worn out, I looked forward to my little vacation with pleasure, Jane had written that it was delightfully evo!| up there and even on the hottest days * cool bi bad made it com- He wan not allowed although both he and for an extra half porch chair and fell asleep, waking until Dorothy led me. “You lagy thing! If I were Jane wouldn't own you We all laughed at Dorothy's and made our way to the dining saw that I had made my w and had bad a b clothes we felt « was all for exp) | nd Dorothy soon vet off felt languid, restful, ie differ Grant ne, and wal the quiet was #0 ' never bad the “I told you whieh te wo operating, ow whe ignored Dorothy's good, Tt tet oo tp place of 1 bad inte 0 the baloomy, td themed ae We Jone the bale od hed onientediy ap matter what it yr nme ° ‘e | belleve pow f 0 hee od hey sifferent te. j liwtiore | shell turn * agein the oom ‘ vel you feluae lo Show Me (Ue sould nol rome ane tne 8 aint ton