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od G2 LEGHTERLESE AMD i « ze .* i tee — 5 alee me lial : oo niber nome am me ead Tada eee ota oom ane aw on ome § WwW 8 i ‘yh Gecond-Clase Matter, Tor tneland and the Continent ond All Countries tn the Tatersational Postal Union. ’ VOLUME 55... .cccccccccecseceebesesereesenss NO, 19,650 MR. BRYAN. E SEE little call for the nation to aay or think hard things about Mr. Bryan. For a long time past it has been per- fectly plain that the real Secretary of State was in the White House, Nobody has been under any illusion that state mes- sages which went forth over Mr. Bryan's signature were his or even “hed his fall approval. Nor, it must be confessed, has enybody worried. Great events have piled upon the State Department problems ‘with which neither Mr. Bryan’s training nor hie natural cast of mind tit him to grapple. A broader intellect, a surer judgment, a pro- founder epirit, a better master of the language nations must speak, hes fortunately proved equal to the added burden. And how neta- valliy the country has taken it that, in the face of one of the gravest itrternational situations in our history, the Chief Executive should ‘aevame complete control. Instead of dwelling upon Mr. Bryan’s deficiencies, therefore, the notion eheald rather congratulate itself and him that his personal festings have not more seriously hampered the Administration, and thet, when the situation became impossibly tense, he had the good sense to relieve it and,leave the President a free hand. PROFIT NOT YET GENERAL. ‘AB the genera) export trade of this country profited by Burope’s war? Figures given by the Department of Commerce for the tem-months ending in April show that the answer must be No. The fect is, “exports of manufactures of all kinds, other than foodstuffs, heave been less than in the similar period before the war.” “The normal sales of manufactures during peace,” de- elares the etatement. “were greater than those und ‘war conditions, The net increase in our total expo! wholly in foodetuffs.” Another significant fact: While Kurope, since the beginning of ‘the war, has taken more American goods, other parts of the world shave taken distinctly fewer. Compared with the corresponding ten months before the war North American nations took of United States products 955,000,000 lees; South American nations, $83,000,000 less; - Astatic nations, $8,600,000 less; Africam countries, $900,000 less, and Ocoamia countries $9,200,000 less. _ All of which goes to show that in the shift of trade if we have deepened some channels we have lost others. For example, the war has greatly disturbed money and credit in South America—to our Valuable markets where demand for our goods should be es- ate mere important to us than the hectic needs of nations at ‘wor whose chief call is limited to food and war supplies. Before this nation can derive solid advantage from changing trade curren’s due to the war there must be recovery and re-recovery of money and markets. Not until then will benefits be distributed to the permanent profit of American producers in general. ’ -—ot>——_—_ THE EDEN MUSEE. HE closing of the Eden Musee marks the passing of another of New York's ontworn amusements, The famous old hall of wax works is bankrupt and so little demand is there for its once heralded figuros and groups that they will probably be melted and sold for floor wax. Few New Yorkers have not pleasant memories of the old place. As children they lingered with delight near the deceptive wax police- man and the lady tying her shoe on the stairs. ‘The Chamber of Hor- “rors was always adding new and fascinating shudders. One circled freely among royalty and statesmen. For years visitors from out of town were never allowed to miss the Aquarium and the Eden Musee. Five million people are said to have seen the latter, On the famous Dewey Sunday, in 1898, 10,000 viewed the wonders. But of late years few have strayed through its turnstiles, Twenty-third Street became a desert. Halving the admission charge proved of no avail, No up-to-date child with a nickel for the movies can suaded that wax works are worth a quarter. The Eden Musee must go. Yet it was opened only thirty-odd be per- en Years ago. So rapidly docs the oity outgrow its diversions, —-——_____. harp Wits ing at herself in one of those 2x2 mirrors to see that her powder in Op straight while runnl te caton @ car that ta Just et Ph dolphin Inquirer, Nae Om sd Hits From s Never tell a man you have a cold. Tt_only gives him an opportunity to offer a cure, Safety first.—Toledo ee Forget # favor when it's done, ‘gers what the recipient is likely to In pitying the man who hax to eat alone the sympathetic individual ie not wasting his effort *. It is no reflection o1 changes his mind when be the equai of] tions make it advisa’ nwists on look-| Bun, made & man who tered condi. is ned Venoures” Again. To the Réitor of The Eveuing Word: an article in The Evening from Mr. Franktin Brooke ad- violations they ha\ past few years. I thi & Very interesting thin, fami peace Hake, ned Later, The | ™ 2 Béiter of The Rrening World Was the Declaration of 1nd dence signed on , 176, oF was i merely adopted on ‘ayn? b hee and increasing have been greatly narrowed. In the long run|’ @ bad within the. ink it would be ani” WOMEN i HAT Pi Soroiers! WHY NOT 2 Just As Fit 4s WE MEN SAYS HARVARD | |}PRoFESsoR | HANO GRENADE FIGHTING oe couple!” said Mra, Jarr en- thuatastically, as Mr. mal call, them?” “T think the dam say!” snorted Mr. Jarr, “What do you think of ora that was any good.” mous for her labors in behalf of tem- name jn the papers time and time extablishment of the canteen in the army, or drink in the officers’ mess, “Did she ever drink or smoke?’ aaked Mr. “"ertainly not!” sald Mrs. Jarr. "Did her husba) * asked Mr. Jarr, “He may have,” said Mra, Jarr. “That's why she makes him wear a beard.” “That's a new one on me,” said Mr, Jarr, “What has a beard to do with he gay life?” | “I do not know that I should speak jabout it," said Mrs. Jarr, mhe tells everybody in confidence I | & wretch!" “He's one yet, if I ever saw one,” sald Mr. Javr. “Oh, no, he's ditt t now, since she makes him wea: full beard,” aaid Mrs. Jarr. ‘Ho actually used to and he wouldn't take any?” “{ didn’t pay any atsention to it,” seid Mr, Jarr, “But what of it?" “Well,” said Mrs, Jerr, ‘Mra, otimulaste,”” ‘Because? ed Mr. Jarr. temptation to drink again, me all about it," said Mra, Jarr, Mr, Jarr. seemed to enjoy (coffee and cigars; 4" @ beard « moral bulwark?" jot exactly,” “had | eupooes that vou have Why Not? « The Jarr Family By Roy L. Coppright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Ov, (Te New York Brexiug World), W that’s what I call an ideal | how she kisses him?” “But as) | may aa well, Her husband used to be ‘Tushingtoa believes that «a fondness for coffee betokens a fondnems for “Well, because when he craves for coffee it is a sign that he wants to smoke, aod when he wants to smoke it means he te succumbing to the Bhe told “Was he # bard drinker?” asked “No, 1 do not believe he was, but he it, and #0 Mra Pushington made him give up both but he deceived her, and then she made bim raise a replied Mrs. Jarr, FIGHTING wrt LIQUID GAS McCardell “Missed that, too, but what has her and|affection for him to do with his Mrs, Tushington departed after # for- | fo. .ner dissipations?” “Oh, well, you can never trust & man,” said Mrs, Jarr. “And the great too much to|sorrow of her life ia that he will as for|drink or smoke, if she doesn’t watch her husband he's a dub. I never saw | him, @ man who wore those bushy whisk-|ing, who wears a beard, tie wife can And if a man hes been emok- detect it when she kisses him. So tf “You mustn't talk like that,” sald|she finds he has been smoking she Mra, Jarr. “Mra. Tushington is fa-|Knowa he has been drinking.” “Well, she haa Mr, Bushface lashed peranco; she is the head of the anti-/ to the mast, then,” eald Mr, Jars, with cigarette crusade, and has bad her! grin, “I don’t know; he has a severe cold again for her work to prevent the re- and sho is very bitter about tt.” “A man can't help having a cold, and why should she be bitter?” asked Mr. Jarr, Reflections A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1015, by ‘The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Wrening Werkd) Nr THe BREAD Pin BRIGADE c/ N&ITING FoR THe ENEHY i MONDAY - WASH DAY ° PEACE OR WAR The Evening World Daily Magazine, Wednesday, June 9, 1915 J WANT Tee ! THEY Come TRENCHES TRERUNG THE ENEHY 7 DEATH BARBED Mr. Jarr Discovers That Whiskers Are a New Form of Crime Detector ‘“@he isn't sure it’s a cold,” eald Mra, Jarr. ‘She thinks he's only pre- tending he has a cold, and he is con- stantly taking medicine with menthol tell if he has been smoking, All men are deceitful!” “What do the women marry them for, then?” inquired Mr, Jarr. “And when they do, why don't they let them emoke if they went to?” “And drink if they want te, and stay out night after night # they want to?” asked Mra. Jarr bitterly. “But I'm on the water wagon,” said Mr, Jarr, “and if that's the way you feel about tt I'll wear whiskers, too, and look like Mr, Tushington.” “Oh, you needn't do that!” cried Mra, Jarr quickly, faced best!” “Hum,” said Mr, Jarr to himself, “whiskers as a crime detector is a new one on me, But, then, eo ts menthol. You can't keep # equirrel on the ground,” “I like you smooth- of IN the love game a girl can distinguish between « sentimental “oonnois- sour” and « mere “collector” by the way in which » oman kisves her the first time. No matter how much a wife may like to see her husband well groomed, drink and smoke before that time; /somehow it always gives her a cold shock when he comes home with « has done so sinos, but she can tell it /oright new pink polish on bis finger nals. on him now. Did you notice how she looked at him when I served coffee A man's mind works so automatically that sometimes he will kiss one woman merely because he happens to be thinking tenderly of another. of them are merety poor dodgers. prise to succeed. and bells. Nothing makes a girl more indignant than for a man to have the dacity to attempt to kiss her against her will—and then to laok the en! Some men are born for matrimony, some achieve matrimony, but most | hac When a maa begine vowing thet your beauty has “intoxicated” him you will usually observe that it ## after his fourth f champagne. ‘The woman who deals her kisses oul generously at retail is apt to be a long time finding e demand for them at wholesale. ‘The man who succeeds in kissing @ girl at the fret opporiunity should have a wreath of bays; the man who waits for the second should have a crown of patience, and the man who waits any longer should have a cap ‘There are times when a man is 80 placed that it would seem like detying tate tor him to retreis teem kissing © girl “What are you saying?” asked Mrs. Jarr. “Nothing, only there are some q People in the world,” replied Mr. Jarc. in tt, and when he does that ehe can't Warologues By Alma Woodward Ov WaT Sts hint A Culinary Battie, Soane: Mra, B.'s apartment, Geveral ladies, gathered informally, for the Parpune of incubating scandal (i-products—sewing nd tea) ere imtest upon the war question, RB. C. (calmly)—My husband saya thet he thinks tt will all quiet down and-—- Mrs. D. (interrupting) —My husband says that he thinks any way you look at it it looks bad. Mrb. A. (putting in her little oar)— My husband ways you have to be calm and scientific about this thing— there’s no use in letting your feel- ings rum away with you. That's what ‘he thinks. Mrs. B. (quietly)—-Why, say, if President Wilson knew your hus- bands’ addresses Mr. Bryan would be on hie way to Lincoin, Neb., by now! Mra. C. (offended)—Now, there's no use in getting nasty over it, Carrie, We're merely stating opinions, stands to reason that our husbands, betng men, should know more about the conditions than we do, Mra. D. (recanting a bit)—Well, 1/ can't find itin my heart to be real sore at the Germans, because the best cook ( ever ‘had wes German. The cheese Cake she used to make! And her po- tuto aalad!—why, we used to have aix and eight to tea every Saturday night just on account of her potato Mrs. A. (slightly bored)—BMy dear, how can you rave so over German cooking? Ah, no, the French cuisine for me! The delicate souffles, the censcrolen, the Why, think of the tragedy if the G er did enter Paris and eat gedempte rinderbrust mit noodles at the Cafe de Paris! Mre. 8. (giving her testimonial)—r simply can't eat a lot of French cook- ing all at ay time, Every night that din: at @ French restaurant Geo hes had to stop at the drug store on the eorner and me @ bot- tle of soda mints. The igh cook- ing is wholesome—lota of roasts and puddings. Mra, C. (mildly)—No one’s said a thing about Amerioan cooking, Chorus (promptly)—American cook- ‘Why, that's not )-——You don't have to neutral ee you are with your head. Amer- foan cooking, such am you get at up- Gtate hotels and the average board- ing house, has no pep at a Eve thing tastes like it was a bolled din- ner whether it ls or not, (appearing in. (SRD oe toe doorway) tw on cloudy mornings when thei found out that I am brighter than] Siroings when there ie no oa to 0] they suspect. am better natured than ae? ae! T must hi made an impression} mornin tting .et- 'y eyes ere very senai' upon some , for I am gotting think they hove ry itive and 1 th your stomach just be- | ry.) WOMEN AS PHYSICIANS By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. R. RICHARD C. CABOT, professor at Harvard Untrersity an! D author of a volume of peaceful platitudes, has just that women are temperamentally and physically enfit fer a general practice of medicine. Aside from the questionable taste of Dr. Cabot’s remarks at the graduating exercises of the Women's Medical College of Philadelphia, is his contention true? Father Knickerbocker does not think so. A year age the Metres ‘politan Hospital on Blackwell’s Island, owned and operated by the \city, accepted as internes three graduates of the New York Medieat {College and Hospital for Women. ‘Two more women, making five im ‘all, have just been called from the college to the Metropolitan staff, so successful has the experiment proved. Women are making good in medicine. ‘Their handicap is neither temperamental nor physical, but lies in the prejudices of such men as Dr. Cabot. Yet it is no new and strange thing for a woman to be adoctor. In the Middle Ages the healing art was largely in the hands of women. Ladies tended their wounded knighta; the inmates of the nunnery were on occasion both physicians and nuraes. Hl Man has alwave admitted—nay, insisted—that woman i¢ the nat jnral aid and helper in suffering, “When pain and anguish yring the brow, a ministering angel thou,” wrote that dear old arch-romanticist, Sir Walter Scott. Is it because, deep down in his heart, a man hates \to think of a woman as a ministering angel to anybody but himself ‘that he is prejudiced against her as a physician? Copyright, 1915, by ‘The Pres Publishing Oo, e Storie Of Stories - ge : Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces J C re) OOOOCDH 1 fang, (The New York Evening World). || NO. 11—THRAWN JANET; by Robert Louis Stevenson. HE Rev. Murdoch Soulls was minister of the Balweary parish im the vale of Dule. He was a dour, ghastly faced old man, grim and | forbidding, and on wild nights people passing by his manse*could } hear his voice lifted in an agony of prayer to the Most High. Once he had been like other folks, but that was before he had looked upon the Devil, Murdoch Soulis was @ callow young theolog just out of the eeminary | when first he came to preach at Balweary, and he hired for housekeeper eld Janet M’Clour. Now Janet had a right unsavory record. Her youth hed been dissolute and her later years eccentric. People said she was a witch. Not that that had bothered any one overmuch, untfl she came to work for the minister. But at news that she had been hired at the manse the other women of the parish banded together and proceeded to drown her as a witch. In the midst of the pious lynching the minister happened by and he reseued her. He took her home, more dead than alive. From that hour Janet was never the same woman, Her limbs shook: her vofce was changed; her face was oddly twisted; her neck was “thrawn,” nrg, 60 that her head hung to one side. This last afffetion gave her the nickname of “Thrawn Janet.” The aain- j An eo erga ister said the shock had affected her brain end had Lynching. brought on an attack of palsy. But the wiee folk of wm the parish whispered that she had actuality Been drowned and that her master, the devil, now ocoupied her body. Se they shunned hor. One gaspingly hot dey, during a long drought, Murdock Soulis walked to @ disused burying ground to ponder on his next Sunday's sermon, There he saw # man—coal black and gigantic—sitting on @ grave. He aecested the queer-looking giant. But the black man, instead of replying leaped to his feet and ran down the road toward the manse, The minister fo!- lowed, At the very gate of the manse he lost sight of the fugitive. Murdoch entered the house and asked Janet if she had seen the black man, She stammered that she had not. Late that night the minister heard sounds as of a fearful combat in Janet's room. He rushed in. There wan no sign of a struggle. There was no align of Janet. Her clothes lay where: #he had put them, But she herself was nowhere in sight. 4 Then the mintst eye fell on something behind a cupbeard in one corner, It was Janet's body, full dressed, hanging from a thin cord tized to ® nai] on the wall, Murdoch ran out locking the door behind him. But et the’ landing he turned. For he had heard steps in the room. The lpeked door | was swinging open. 4 | This was too much for the mintster’s nerves. Down the ataire he bolted. And down the stains he heard footsteps folowing him, Ho halted, paralysed by fright, on the threshold of the manse, And down the stairs and aoress the hall toward him in the dim light of the hallway’s single candle came Thrawn Janet. Straight up to the minister she walked, her head hanging on one aide, her face weirdly distorted. And as whe reached forward. for dim the hall candle flickered and went out, leaving Murdoch in pitch darkness with thé apparition, Summoning all his will power the minister called aloud: “Witch, Beldame, Devil! I charge you, by the power of God, begone! If you be dead, to the grave. If you be damned, to hell!” As he shouted the exorcism the long speM of hot drought that had parched the whole region for weeks broke in @ terrific thunder atorm. ! A blinding lightning bolt struck the manse threshold Exercising Just in front of the spot where Murdoch Soulle wan | The Bemen standing-—just where the apparition had stood, And us 3 on the threshold lay a little heap of white ashes—a!! that remained of Thrawn Janet. At the same hour villagers @aw the black man speeding away from the parteh, out inte the Unknown. ir \ Murdoch Soulie lay for weeks raving in a delirium of brain fever, When he recovered he was an old and ailent man, much gi to wrestling of apirit in prayer, as befitted a mortal who had so barely escaped! from the, chitches of the Evil One. Talks With My Parents. | By a Child. | Oounriaht, 1015, by The Press Publishing Go, (The New York Freniag Work), HAVE such a dreadful time keep- | always assumes that I have no pen: j ing my parents from knowing Zen would think that @ woman whe that I become & grown person for) tare ran tT A ‘would just one hour every day. I do vot sore Ya ayer. but my mother never thin 5 know what would happen if they|eves. I have noticed that ks of my from grown-ups asking my ad- vee. I answer as fast as-1 can, for I am only grown up for one hour por day and that ls not very long—but I y It. oo ean think why it ie that mother great =p my Stepeni tion, for atest oe my eyes water Saray when I am hurt? do not mean to eay that are weak, for they are not, but want to keep them well. Mother does not mean to periont my eyes, she is mere- | we're going to have a bit of caviar | ly th ‘tlese, It would only take « ‘an appetizer, toasted Scotch | little care to protect my eyes, Thi oe French pastry and a corking|!# always a how! when the least thing |erman katfee-kuchen—wo, just to| happens to them—when T catch cat | pase our consciences, let's all join in \the first verse of “The Star Spangled | Banner” before we eat. Chorus (enthusiastically) \eay can you see, by the daw in them or get somethin, But I think the aun shining tn a in the morning in worre dust or dirt in them. than getting How important my “Oh-h, early eyes are is —light—light—" (they falter and| Shown by the fact that I rub eee when T am tired. Yes, and one dee Mrs. B. (hurriedly)—Oh, never} 1 rubbed soap in my eyes and moth. | mind! No one ever knows the words| sent for the doctor, T am sorry anyway. | tell you what we'll do to| haven't time to tell about it, for my vindlease ourselves; wen ive the hour is up and T must go back te lace of honor to the grea! more, Aicm—Delie. bees on the being a child once 2s