The evening world. Newspaper, June 4, 1915, Page 20

at the For England and the Cont All Countries in the Tnternational Postal Unio Matter, at Now York as Gecond-Clase a 08.60] One Tear 78 80! One Mon 6 A HEAVY LIFT. for a moment thought the President would be influ- by flimsy affidavits declaring there were guns on the i decks of the Lusitania. In the first place there is no reason te balieve the persons who made those affidavits even got aboard the Taanitanis before she sailed. On the other hand there is every reason ‘PeBaliove the affidavit makers are in touch with German agente. The chesp chicanery of such methods {s significant, however, if fiixy be viewed as the natural product in this country of the pettifog- | with which Berlin eet the German controversial standard. | ‘the German Ambessador to the United States should have has- to present these trashy affidavits to the State Department is wmether curiow sample of German diplomacy. \ © What diplomacy hes not yet climbed high enough to answer a fata question of broad humanity: Whether unarmed neutrals, including women and children, are to | BewEllled whan they travel by sea on legitimate and innocent errands. . We may not be easy to pull the Wilhelmstraase up to thie plane @ Geousion. But the President has set himself that task and, — icagh ft hail affidavits, Americans do not expect to see him turned om eo pe MAKE IT A RED-LETTER FOURTH. : YALL means make this city’s celebration of the coming Fourth one that will impress new citizens and emphasise the desira- bility of taking the oath of allegiance to the U.S. A. . ‘Acting Mayor McAneny and Commissioner of Immigration Howe ‘are reported at work on the programme of a big reception to be ten- dered newly naturalized citizens, to include speeches, singing and a pageant which shall show the immigrant bidding farewell to old na- tional ties and becoming a proud and devoted rooter for Uncle Sam. _* ‘There has never been a time when the value of United States citi- zenship was better worth pointing out or when national sol!darity was more needed. This city te the home of many races, of many clashing aims and sympathies. It will do well to make its Fourth this year before all _ ele Americanization Dey—an impressive and compelling example to _ the country. epee MORE IRKSOME REGULATION. RAVELLERS have hed two days in which to get weed to the new rule requiring them to declare in writing the value of ; their baggage before they can check it to points outside the State. Nobody is used to it yet. Far from it. The requirement Promises to be one of the most irksome the public has ever had to put up with. Tt should be eaid in justice to the railroads, however, that they did not start the trouble. When Senator Oummins worked out his amendment to the Interstate Commerce Act. making any common carrier responsible for loss, damage or injury to poperty carried from one State to another, he put in a clause providing that “if the goods are hidden from view by wrapping, boxing or other means, the carrier require the shipper to state in writing the value of the goods.” es in trunks and personal baggage, the Interstate Commerce Oommission decrees, are in the “hidden from view” class. _ If the raflroads sourry to protect themselves by making the pas- senger check up the value of his belongings and pay ten cents insur- ance on each $100 worth beyond the first—well, that is, after all, the nature of railroads and of some of the rest of us who do business. Senator Cummins set out to protect the average citizen who in- _ truste ‘his property to baggage smashers and the risks of railway trane- By Tt was clumsily done. The railroads pass on as much of the responsibility as they can. The citizen finds himself, as usual, contributing largely—from his comfort and convenience. He can console himself with the thought that it was meant for hfs benefit, and that protection usually arrives on the job with truck- Toads of red tape. F cabaret side shows highly enough to pay the regular $500 theatrical license for the privilege of giving them. Gast March the Aldermen passed an ordinance forbidding any sort of performance in restaurants which pay only the $50 fee which allows them a dancing permit. Now that the police have begun to enforce the law, many restaurant men welcome relief from the extra expense which cabaret competition has forced upon them. As far as the public is concerned the change will cause no acute muiffering. People have had a surfeit of noise with meals. The whole eountry, city and town, has had all the fun-there is to be had with the eabarot. Familiarity has staled it. _ OreKestra and dancing will no doubt continue to be a regular part ‘ef luncheon, tea and dinner. But even in this lively town restaurant on; will not be sorry to see the stage banished from the dining- oom. ¥ <4 25 —___. CROWDING OUT THE CABARET. EW restaurants or cafe proprietors in this city will value their Hits From Sharp Wits can make a poor bluffjas some of those who haven't any,— man ‘ bly ‘while if a little man tries; Birmingham News, 5 hd catia pe The Evening { JOHN BROWN servant girl, she often used to say, and it was true summons thia time. kitchen, where Gertrude is burning ‘The dancing mania is keaping our haz You ARE LOSI! youls tie HE IS Too OLD To TANGO AND TO. HAVE ANY MAIR LEFT on HIS ey Jonun BRown JUNIOR SENIOR 1AM INTRODUCING A NEW POMATUN GUAR, wtee NO DANCERS CAN DANCE WITHOUT IT, ALWays LOOKS Sucre AND SHINY TS KEEP THe HAIR SLIC DANCING = a) IF You DON’T DANCE ‘You NEED IT WHEN PLAYING TENNIS - GOLFING .ETC. IT PREVENTS THE HAIR FROM FALLIN INTo THe EY! ats, 14H LO HEADED The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Coppright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Ov, (The New York Zivening World), sober, if you didn't go on these sprees for a week at a time and spend all your money and come home to me a nervous wreck, penniless and with- what it ts!” R. JARR was impatiently | been married I have had to ask my| out your watch or scarfpin, we'd have | chance!” ransacking the bureau/ people for help; when, if you keptiplenty! My heart t# broken, that’s; “I will no! drawers. ees | between us! “Clara.” eee rent: | people! There was no answer. but for my “Clara, where are my collars?’ he Old Clothes for New. voice of Mra. called, “T deserve It never ocourred to him to call the —== By Andre Dupont == Wilke: 4 Gertrude, When he wanted anything he always called to his wife to get it for him. For (as Cusyright, 1918, by The Prose Publishing On, (The Now York Brening World), “Fine Laundering” at Home. 66]7 ‘9 almost as cheap to buy a, piece about half the size of a nut- new summer dress as to have nes to @ gallon and 4 half et rater. ” you come across any 3; ‘an it washed a couple of times,"| vou'do not know what Catsed them complained a friend to me recently a8] dip an old clean toothbrush or nail- she puckered her browse over @ long| brush in kerosene and scrub the spot laundry bill, ay with this and nine times out ‘And, truth to tell, the laundry bill ts of ten the kerosene will remove the ®@ big item in the cost of living at spot without further effort and the Present. The daintiest of tub frocks odor always evaporates when the dress ta washed. and the most fascinating of blouses Paka keep dalleate tinted wash soon lose thelr beauty unless they| dresses from fh . Lig must be used. They should never be make frequent visits to the wash tub; | hung in the aun, but must be dried in and this also is an expensive process|the shade or in the house. You can nowadays, beep aren, soitaek OY Unena. rom "4 ” ing by adding hal cupful o} Ivow theartof the'"blancheusedefit.” | vinegar to two and one-half gallons as the French call their very cleverest|/of water and dipping frock in washerwomen, is not a secret process|this and letting it drip dry in the at all, but is well within the com-|shade. Half a oupful of salt used prehension of anybody who is willing| in the same way will fix the color of to take a@ little trouble, ao why not save a considerable eum of money 4 “doing up" the best frocks at home The manageress of a laundry that je blue dresses or washable mourn- Ing materials, "Knitted or crocheted shawls or makes a specialty of fine work gave me a few pointe the other day that “If drinks enough) she was “just a slave to that man!” But the slave wasn't answering the hens. “Tt'a bring home me to accep’ “I didn't hear her go out,” thought Mr. Jarr, “And if she was in the cut mp dew the grub and breaking the dishes, she'd hear me." But such is the force of habit that he atepped from the room into that crack in the wall that New York flat builders term as a “private hall.” “Clara, whet the dickens are my collars?’ he bawled, He was aware of a murmur of voices up the airshaft and he saw the fi of Mrs, Jarr leaning half way ouf of the window, He went up apd pulled at her morning robe. “Why don't you answer a fellow?” Mra. Jarr shook him off, “Listen,” she whispered tenecly, “It'a the Wilkensea!" Mrs. Jarr waa wrong, It wasn't the Wilkenses; it was only Mrs. Wilkens, “My heart's broke!” watled the un- Lappy woman, “Married to you ten years and look where I am and what I am! I'm getting gray and ugly and old, and we live in this cheap flat, and I haven't a decent rag to my back, and my feet are almost on the ground, and I'm insulted by butcher and baker for their bills, and the landlord sends me notice that the rent must be pald or we'll be put fore. I'm ao leave me thi you! your” ecarfs can be washed to look like new. If the shawl is folded as flat as possible, placed carefully in a pil- low case and run through at inter- vale with basting thread to keep It in position it can be washed with the flannels. But if it is a very shawl {c is best to wash it eopal ly in soap suds made by dis- solving a cake of shaved white aocap in enough boiling water to make a gallon and to this adding one table- spoontul of ox; Souse it up and down with the hands, but do not rub it. Squeese out water by pat- ting between the hands and rinse In washing the frock in the ordinary| three waters. To wring it place be- manner and then rinsing it through tween two or eheets and twist light. water in whiob @ little gum arabia; ly. Preas while still hot with a warm has been dissolved in proportion of @ tron,’ know. But body in thi: you! will be just as useful to the home taundrage as they are to the profes- “Take this voile frock, for instance,” said she, holding up a distracting pink and white creation for my inspection. “The ordinary laundress would send it home either limp as a rag or with so much starch tn it that it would be ruined, This ts all wrong, when it is just as easy to make the material look aa it did when it came from the shop. The secret lies in first carefully gaid the vo! to heart! 1 and a sult “Well, he witel” said of the contrite Wilkens was heard to NO. 4 F there is one word in the English When I am doing something which I uld not do it is worse than use- When it comes to getting married gean dose the picking, but's woman Uadelphia mothers out of mischief, - ow —Baltimore American. Lad ° Here 19 a Kansas man whi gd ud was stung when he aid fis ir @ hoi er surprising, - ne | stead of "howling, most any other man would Started out to get $19 for the nag.—Philadelphia Tele. erage ° . ° A secret is something that ts telling. ng worth oat bir Fs oe e et any married man ~ y. “Don't you ‘dear girl’ mel" orted Mra. Wilkens, “What do you do? What are you always doing? You poor, pitiful drunkard!" “rl never take another drop, Maaie," the volce of Mr, Wilkens was heard to way. “I know you're too good for me, I'm not worthy of you, to say “Don't” without telling me to do instead of what I am doing. When I am writing on the walls with @ pencil would it not be better to give me a piece of paper to write on than to say, “Don’t” and leave me there with @ pencil polsed in the air, not knowing what to do next? ‘What I want la to be told what to do. When I see my mother sitting | language that I hate with all the fervor of my Httle heart it is that word “Don't.” If I should tell you how many times @ day my mother uses that word you would not think she had time to do anything except say “Don't.” ” comfortably in @ chair, the first thin; 4 in f 7 Wnew, ewentneart” ‘The pecullar thing about the word| that enters my head is to make her | With mo it starts something, It leaves | My Toil mo what” ts Don't talk to me!” cried Mrs, Wi-|«pon’t” ts that It does not mean any- pay some attention to me. It ts fust| me, wp in the air wondering what 18/ sno gasped before they had a chance eng, shrilly. “You are always go-|thing. At Jom to me. It I am 8 to wast to se, her got fe hepeee fm get hold of the por | '2, 48k her to, alt down. “they felt it we ewear \r moth or terrible wo! “Don't.” LV: J yor gone to rr t t . cgi My Bea Plo gfi ok BBonte what does it meant” Why “i in fa, Head there! een who invented that word "Don't owners tor an indefinite stay and | dons, Thats why T eay 4 epring Boo! you're ‘wayee Im all the years we have Sesion “wheat eo om fine (Be Be Continued) = _. Gian mother to oome to her oan, 127 ext s nook gtler Fa ~, Garside = You NE-V-E-R CAN TELL The Jarrs Find That an Airshaft Is Better Than Any Dictograph “I'm a wrotch and you're an angel, dearle, I know that!” pleaded the ab- ject Mr. Wilkens, I would have gon» long ago kill myself if you do.” gambling, you'd be dead long ago!” retorted the still unmollified Mrs, Wil- and you humiliate me by compelling to support us. the last straw." “You're too good for me!” moaned Mr. Wilkens. you are mad at me for drinking be- horrible thought. You're the only woman I ever loved. What would I do without “Did I ever say a cross word to you in my life, sweetheart?” he Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing oe, (The od York Evening World), | whined. “Wi forward to holl-jately, You had them out De ‘as I over unkind to yout|¢¢ ] USED to look forw tion Day, What's the matter? Look at other men how they speak to thelr wives. “I'm sorry I spoke crossly, dear,” comforting tones. pany that leads you into temptation. And never mind the old jewelry, and Papa's check Is due to-day, and I'll take you out and get you a new hat I aatd I forgive you? Now, worry any more, honey!" pe Wha Ww ts “ ‘a! been all right if you hadn't gone| “Well?” breathed Mrs. Green. "Go oh). ae wash. 2 yee baad . Talks ith My Parents. sam, “It would be @ good thing if| ana asked the Hillyers out for a pic. [OPK on—don't stop right in the do you do other men were like him!” nic, right after I'd asked Booth and|™08t exciting part.’ “Now, my dear little girl"—the voice By a Child. “It tan't what you DO, then, that | his family.” Well,” continued Pop, “by the time appeals to & woman? It's what you SAY?" asked Mr. Jarr. “Why, certainly!" replied Mrs, Jarr. And ao it is. eee she says, “Don't,” it ia merely a habit, When mother says “Den't,’ ems to settle the matter dn hand once and for all as far as she is concerned, but AEM AADAEE NO HOT, World Daily Magazine, Friday, June 4, 1915 THE BIG SISTERS By Sophie Irene Loeb. HE Big Sisters of Queens County have just completed one year of their existence. They are a small band of women who doa big work. They deal in the personal equation. Each elects to be a “hig sister” to a suffering, weaker sister or brother. They go into the Children’s Courts and extend the hand that gives to the girl without proper guardianship, the delinquent, the un- fortunate child, the help that saves them from the institution and often gives them their first real chance in life. Their theory is the ounce of prevention rather than the poun \of eure. Each of nearly two hundred cases coming into these courts in the past year has been looked after by a Big Sister. She finds what ia best for the individual case and gives individual attention to that case until it is on the normal road. The Children’s Courts in Greater New York are ever growing annually. The little gangster whose energy is only misdirected fe growing in numbers. The wayward girl who needs only an interested friend ia halted on her way by some one who can be her real big sister. We need more big sisters—women of kindness and intelligence who want to help humanity, who can give a little of themselves in the process. There are those who can make out a check for charity which does or does not reach those in need. But here is direct charity thet has no red tape. It is personal responsibility. It makes for civic betterment and alleviates community burdem. rl The Stories Of Stories oe . Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces LL Coprright, 1915, by The Pree Publishing Oo, (The New York Bring World), NO.9.—THE LADY OR THE TIGER? By Frank Stockton. SPMI-BARBARIC KING, in the Far East, had one daughter. He planned @ great match for her. But she spoiled his hopes by. falling in love with a man of the people. Now, nowhere can @ love affair be kept secret forever. Be pecially not if the gir) is a Princess. So the lovers’ dream of bliss came to an early and abrupt end. Some one spied on them and told the King. ‘The royal father was in a fine rage. He had the luckless wooer seized and cast into prison. Every sort of horrible fate was suggested for the prisoner, but they all seemed too mild to suft the King’s ideas of revenge. The Princess, in anguish of grief, threw herself at her father’s feet and implored him to forgive her lover. The King’s heart softened. He was tre mendously fond of his daughter. Yet he was not quite fond enough to make him agree to pardon the prisoner who had had an audacity to speak love words to a Princess. Also, the old monarch had a sporting turn of mind. He was at heart a gambler. And now he decided on the safe-and-sane pastime of enjoying i the sight of another man’s even-chance gamble for life, So he hit on a truly brilliant Idea. all the court and all the people of the city to come ta the huge amphitheatre where the giadiatorial sports were usually held, The King and his daughter sat on throne chaire at one end of the auditorium, the court around them. Then the captive lover was led from his cell into the arena, His eyes met the Princess's and he squared his shoulders, resolving that the girl he adored should see how calmly a brave man could dle. The King addressed the prisoner, setting forth the terms of the ordeal to which the latter was about to be subjected. Pointing to two doors at the edge of the arena, the King explained that behind one of those closed doors crouched a man-eating tiger. Behind the other door was a lady, young, beautiful, rich, The lover was left to guess for himself which was behind which door, He must open one of the two doors. Should he open the one behind which lurked the tiger, he would at once be torn to bits by the famished beast, Should he open the door behind whose shelter the unseen lady was waiting, he could not only go free, but the lady should be his wife and all her wealth should be his. Love, freedom, riches waited behind one door. Death tn horrible form hid behind the other. And the prisoner must make his own eas. wueeThe lover’e eyes strayed again to those of the Princess, who eat whiter faced and trembling at her father’s side. Sho knew—the King had tol@ her—behind which of the doors was the lady and behind which the tiger, And the lover could see the tumult that swirled in her mind, He knew her flery pride and her flercely jealous love for himself. Would she prefer to see him die at once before her eyes, or to let him live on in the love of another woman? While he was pondering thus, he saw the Princess's head move, It shifted in an imperceptible nod toward one of the two closed doors, The lover understood, That was the door she wished him te open—whether to see him die while he was atill all here } To the lover, his Princess's word waa law, Without a second’s hesitation he walked up to the door she had indicated and he threw it wide open. or to help him become another woman's husband, ‘Which came out to meet him—the Lady or the Tiger? T 7 C DBDDDODDDHDDHDHODDOOHOHOSS TOun BRow SENIOR Hi ® Sporting e summoned Chance. } “Give me another t! This ends everything Iam going back te my silly pride!” came the Wilkens up the airshaft. it, I know!" whined Mr. ‘But don't leave me; I'll ing would kill you, or bad enough. You never a cent of your salary, t money from my father But when you take 'y and pawn it, that's ieee aneaccel Which Door Did He Open? "I only drink because worrled for fear you will at I drink to drown the I'd die without Pop's Mutual Motor —== By Alma Woodward days,” ruminated Pop, chewing on a cigar that had been left over from the picnic. “Now they are @ curse!" “I declare you seem to begrudge every gill of gasoline you use on your friends,” snapped Ma, “Before we had a car at all you used to say that your main pleasure in owning one would be to take your friends out.” “That's another thing again—taking your friends out, When | made that rash statement how should I know that when | got a car my list of friends would run the city directory a close second?” “Thoy say one can't have too many friends,” soliloquized Ma. “Well, we had too many friends Decoration Day, didn’t we?" offered Pop, proof against theory, “It would just crazy to hear about it! thing happen?" “Did anything happen!” parroted Pop, scornfully, “Here's what hap- pened. The missus here goes and asks the Hillyers to a picnic, I, knowing that, ask Booth and ‘he family. The Hillyers bring a Mise Stone and the Booths a Miss Wright, who is visiting them. That mal eight people and our car seats five: That means that some one has to att on some one else's lap. See? Now, who should sit on whose? No man on pienle wants to hold his own wife on his lap, So Booth held Mrs, Hillyer and Hillyer ditto with Mrs, Booth. And Booth tells Mrs, H. that she’s as easy to hold as a bit of thistledown, And Hillyer gets off something about ‘a sweet and pree cious burden’ to Mra. B. See?" Did any- T have my faults, I there Is nothing and no- is world I care for but ice of Mra, Wilkens, in “Don't take It so know it's only bad com- of clothes. Yes, ha 18 @ good man to his Mra. Jarr, with enthusi- We got to the place where we were going to eat our lunch Mrs. Booth Was giving Mrs. Hillyer the once-over packed in ice and Mrs. Hillyer’s eye« brows were raised so high that i¢ they'd been raised any higher they'd have scalped her! By the time we reached the hard-boiled egg course nobody was speaking to anybody else, And the trip home was a joy! Why, say, that crowd had a group of deat “How'd I know you were going to ask him?" argued Ma. “You never ask any one of your own free will, so I thought I'd make up a nice party for a Decoration Day picnic.” “Yeh—well, you diditallright. You made up @ grand party. You're iucky if you're not subpoenaed to appear in ‘a couple of divorce cases before you're through. Gosh, you might even be named as a co-respondent!” exploded Ma wrathfully, Just then Mrs, Green, from over — x at word come out, for me sometimes that when mutes sounding like a bunch of chat. terboxes i . . ee 8 ee PERI A INNA AT IO OP ILE ohipenatpabiantat