The evening world. Newspaper, June 15, 1915, Page 14

Br ITZER. Ste Ss One ae Fens Comma. Mn 18 w “how, fecond-Ciase Matter, Rg A the Continent end ‘All Countries in the International Postal Union voee 00.78 } HARD UP. BST anybody forget that the city is poor, the Mayor asks the ’ Aldermen to appropriate only $10,000 for a Fourth of July : -edlebration this year. The Mayor admits that “there is pecu- ‘Mar significance attached to the observance of this historical event thie year.” Still “there are important financial reasons why the ‘edebration should be « simple one.” Also the appropriation of $75,000 for park music ie out to (995,000. Instead of seven concerts @ week there can be only two ee three, and these will not begin until July. Here are two items of municipal economy which directly affect the pleasure of hundreds of thousands of people. Open air music has come to be a delight to many who have little enough tte break the weary monotony of the hot weeks in the city. __. At the same time this hard pressed municipality commits iteelf to plans for a new Court House on a lavish and undetermined scale— ‘Plans which the Gomptroller denounces as extravagant and which will (peat at least $25,000,000, twice as much as either the Woolworth or the Equitedle Building, the two newest giants among New York How can an impoverished city best pledge its income: Millions for recklessly planned public structures that eat up money and benefit only a few? Or, thousands for current services that make happy,} . Bppreciative, loyal citizens? © (Why must the municipal expense pruners always begin by cut- ting off pleasure and profit from those to whom they mean most? , ————_- + Mr, Bryan promises another statement pointing “a way out” of the war. Trust Bill to have what everybody wants! oR Oe ES THE CHICAGO STRIKE. HICAGO is gripped tight by what is eaid to be the greatest street tailway strike ever known. Fourteen thousand men sig have abandoned their jobs. Thirteen hundred and ten miles ef track are idle. Which is bad enough. + But what about the million or two innocent members of the com- (munity who cannot travel between their homes and their business, on who must sleep in crowded hotels instead of in their own school children who cannot get to school, suburban residents “Whe cannot even receive their mail until the service is reorganized ? Whe order of a great city ia disrupted. The police must be ready to = rom Mayor Thompson’s statement following his efforte at ‘eiatiation we gather the street car employees showed no eagerness to But spart from the question of who is right or who is ta should any organization—employers or employed—be per- to make the settlement of their immediate differences the ef untold inconvenience and loss to millions of people who in entez into the dispute? strike as an industrial weapon has been plentifully discussed oe yest cos om those who use it and of those at whom it aimed. wiew i» mI But it can stand still more discussion from the point of of the neutral millions whom it actually hits. Arbitration claims great powers in this country. Maybe it is as that its limitations are from time to time revealed. ——————— Burfeii of Gold in Untted States Ie Dmbarraseing.—Headline, Caught yourself blushing over yours? ee NOT WORTH WHILE. 18 no crime to jump off Brooklyn Bridge, Magistrate Harris |; holds, unless the intent is suicide. Just the same, we are glad note thet the feat no longer wins the admiration of film ‘eakere or anybody else likely to make it worth while, There was something pathetic in the story of the twenty-one- youth who yearned to be a hero and make his mother proud Last Sunday he leaped from the bridge, hit the water and up safely. But the police grabbed him. And though the court him, the movie companies will have none of him. | —__ Bard luck—but his failure deserves wide publicity. Longing for | Bim fame prompts too many foolhardy performances. Only last | reek ‘the game leap killed « would-be movie hero with less experience diving. Ls here is no healthier spur than ambition to be or do something ef the ordinary. The desire is worth oultivating—but not to ee ‘Looks as if Mexico meant to crowd in a few battles first. Hits From Sharp Wits biased citizen are too pT west vedically biased i om @ long.—Toledo Blade. ‘peutrality. ere many a self-made man e has only made foot ot fimeelt."° . A man hardly ever says the wrong btimeelt.- al ee s The Evening REFUSES tS MILK Ohne nM _ By Roy L. . RS. JARR got Mr, Jarr did, “I've been over at Mrs. Rangle's this noon,” she explained, “There's a woman that doesn't let anything bother her, and I think she's right.” “It all depends,” said Mr. Jarr, “What is it in particular that our good friend doesn't let bother her?” “Well, she has a servant that can't cook and who is most untidy, byt ‘Mrs, Rangle says as long as the girl is good to the children and isn’t impu- dent to her she doesn't care.” “Did you ever notice,” asked Mr. Jarr, “that when you do get hold of a good cook or a good housekeeper— one that is as neat as a pin and knows how to serve a good meal— ashe is such a crank that life in the house with her Is Ike being in @ nice clean jail?” ‘I don't know about that,” an- ewered Mrs, Jarr quickly. “There are some good cooks and some food housekeopers that are very good na- tured, Mother had one when I was @ girl. But I will say that I don't believe there are any of that kind ” home after “How are the Rangle children?’ asked Mr, Jarr. “Oh, they are all well,” sald Mrs. Jarr. “But the noisiest lot and the most untidy I ever saw. Mra, Rangle said there was no use for her to try to keep them quiet and clean. She was only thankful that they were not k, And I agree with her.” “Was Rangle home?” inquired Mr, Jerr. ‘Hi been getting home early recently. “No, Mrs, Rangle said she thought he had gone to the ball game,” said men save 4 lot of time : it unnecessary collectors Wouldn't it look fun: for of bills.—Al- As a8 @ modern couple do an old-fastioned (SST st as ee Eee a Letters From the People might involve suite for domones Par- tcularly note also the solicit care the |and interest of B, R. T. officials al along the line, even down to the train deapatchers at Meee Island who these recent cold ita and damp, raw daye send out care while a juarter of a mile (more or of care repose on express tracks at A word to the wise in supe: ue Columbia State, yeiitae * to see show below. - SG eS and ‘thi to subject of pneu- im? Me The et Saal aa wil Mya, Jarr. “Why didn't he take his wife—it's nice day and the games are very interesting?” asked Mr, Jarr, “Bhe could have if she wanted to, I suppose,” replied Mre, Jarr, “but then she's like mo, I guess, and base- ball doesn't interest her much.” “When did Mrs. Rangle expect her husband?" asked Mr, Jarr, “She says ahe never can tell when he is coming home and she's given up expecting him, When hi rives, he arrives, and that’s all thero is to it,” replied Mra, Jarr. “And I do not know but what she's right. What is the Use to worry about a man?” “some people do,” said Mr. Jarr quietly. If this wae intended for Mra. Jarr she id not notice it, “Rangle drinks rather hard,” abe went on, it he'e oush arank when bee 1 Ve The Jarr Family Copyright, 1915, by The Preas Publishing Oo, (The New York byening World), McCardell seen Mra, Rangle turn pale when she's seon him coming home straight, and say, ‘Run and hide, children; your father is perfect! ober and looks as cross as a bea “Oh, I don’t think it's as bad as that,” said Mr. Jarr. “Indeed it is,” oried Mrs. Jarr. “If Rangle has been drinking he's always jolly and wants his wife to go out with him to dinner or to the theatre, Mrs. Rangle says the time he was interested in the Prohibition move- ment was the most unhappy time of her time, She was very near leaving him, I'm like her; I wouldn't mind him drinking a@ little; there are worse men than Mr. Rangle, You must ad- By Sophie Copyright, 1915, by ‘Tho Press Vublishing Oo, (The Now York Evening World), ‘WEALTHY Westerner, after spending some time in the metropolis, has stated that one thing which struck him more forcibly than any other A was the lack of civic pride manifested man, “that in this wonderful city the people take such little interest in tho clvie problems that confront then. “So many seem to be satisfied to let matters take their course and are not very much interested in the city’s future, or the solving of its present problems! You will hear them com- plain about this, that or the othor thing that is wrong, but they do not display any effort in the direction of righting it. They seem to let every- thing continue in the hands of the of- ficlals, This is most remarkable, oa- pecially in matters that immediately affect their welfare. “I have noticed this on all sides, In- stead of being proud of their beaupiful rks and consequently careful to p them #o, I find folk who want to seo how much they can infringe on the law without being held account- able. In various sections of the city, even where people of considerable means live, the sidewalks are unclean and there is a lack of interest to keep a whole street looking uniform in ap- pearance. “I could cite @ number of such things,” he continued, “that would not be tolerated in my part of the coun- try, We try to keep up a spirit of community interest, and to promote civic pete and a neighborly attitude.” While this arraignment of us be a little severe, yet the charge is not without foundation, There are those ‘Wao come out boldly ia the defenge Mrs. ‘Jarr Has Sympathy for All Men, Have We New Yorkers Enough Civic Pride? World Daily Magazine, Tuesday, June 15, 1915 ee a HIM To SL WANT HIN TO EAT LouDER. MAKE ORE Noise SING | Sure HE CAN'T EAT ITHOUT NOISE , IT'S HEREDITARY ~ iS PARENTS ATE in CABARETS BEFORE HE WAS BORN, SAY Hust 4 MAKE ALLTHAT Noise EVERYTING E HAS To Except, of Course, Her Own Husband mit that he is a good father and a g004 provider,” “He's quite a sport, too,” said Mr. Jarr, “Bets on everything that comes along and belongs to a poker club.” “Those people who are always criticising others should look out for themselves!" remarked Mrs. Jarr. “You pretend to be his friend.” “And so I am, ia Mr. Jarr, “but how would you like it !f I lost my money on bets and playing poker?” “But he wins sometimes, and when he does he is very generous. Mrs. Rangle showed me the new dress she bought out of the money he won at poker and gave her. He has his little faults, but [ think he’s not so bad,” said Mrs, Jarr. "Oh, you don't think bh eh?” asked Mr. Jarr. 1 went to the ball games and didn't Set home till I was good and ready? And suppose I was drinking and that I gambled?” “You just try it once!” cried Mrs. Jarr, changing front. ‘When I said Mr. Rangle was all right I meant he was all right as another woman's husband, but I'd like to see myself put up with what that poor woman does!’ The Folks That Write Our Books OTH TARKINGTON has gone to his sumer home and his new yacht at Kennebunkport, Me. Rex Beach has returned from six weeks of Cuban coasting in @ char- tered yacht. He has a tale to tell, oh! of tarpon Jost and won. Margaret Deland is finishing up in Maine her first long novel since "The Iron Woman.” Margaret Cameron, creator of “The Golden Rule Dolliver,” has gone to land, Sail Elizabeth Dejean Life-Builders,” lives in an apartment | overlooking Gramercy Park, but is listed properly among California au- uthor of “The irene Loeb spend an old-home vacation at Oak- t ° Old Earlier Than M By Helen Rowland Coprright, 1015, by The Press Publishing Go, (The New York Krening World), Scene: A beautiful greenwood. Time: Any Sunday afternoon. THE WIFE SPEAKS. H, JOHN! What a beautiful spot! Don't you LOVE it? What, dear? No, I don’t know where you put your matches. No, I haven't touched them. Have you looked in all your pockets? Here they are! Under the robes. No, I didn’t PUT them there. You must have droppet them. Oh, Jobn! Listen to the birds. Aren't they wonderful! What, dear? Yes, you bought your cigarettes. Yes, I saw you put them in your pocket. Yes, I’ve got the hamper. Yes, I've got fried chicken. Yes, 1 remembered the mayonnaise—and the salt—and the ale—and the sar dines, and—— Oh, John! What does this wood REMIND you of? Don't you remember, darling?-— What! Well, if you're too hot, why don't you take off your coat? Here, let.me carry it. No, it ten’ far. Only over there by that stream. Oh, John! Isn't this breese dee-liciows! ” ‘Well, if it keeps blowing your matches out, dear, why don’t you turm the other way? All right, I'll stand in front of you. There! Did you light it that time? Oh, John!’ Ien’'t it a DIVINE day! My! Smell the pines. Aren't they glorious? What? Well, try to shake it out. Here, let me see if I can catch it, Stop swearing, darling. A little harmless ANT won't murder you! There, it’s gone. I saw it crawl out of your collar. Oh, John! Look at that view! Doesn't it just make your heart come up in your throat?. . What, dear? , it fen’t much further. No, there aren't any more hills to climb. All right, I'll wait until you light another cigarette. But I thought you came out for the fresh air. Well, it will do you good to walk a Uttle of the fat off. No, I'm not trying to be sarcastic. No, I’m not “peeved.” No, there's nothing on my mind. Oh, John! Isn't this perfect? Look at that lovely willow over there and this darling little babbling brook. Doesn't it remind you of?—— Great heavens! What ARE you swearing at? No, I haven't seen your pipe. No, I didn't take it out of your pocket. But it couldn't have fallen out. I NEVER hold your pockets upside dows! Isn't this chicken delicious? Oh, John! DON'T eat any more, You'l have one of your dyspeptic attacks. But you've already had THREE help- ings, dear. Well, I know you've a right to kill yourself, but there are easier wi of committing suicide. 1am NOT nagging. I have NOT got a “grouch.” spoil your day. Phere! Feel satisfied, dear? Well, come on, then, and let’s sit under that tree and watch the sun set. Oh, John! DOBSN’T this remind you of that day?—— What? Well, put your head in my lap, then, if you feel sleepy. There! Tumfy? What? Oh, nothing! I was just thinking—how much this place re minded me of that lovely walk we took, the—the first time you kissed me and told me—do you remember what you told me? Yes. That was it You DO remember, darling! (Softly) Ob, John, PLEASE tell me—another—little—lie! (CURTAIN.) for Children “That has nothing to do with finds ing Jimmy,” said Mister Monkey. Mrs. Monkey went to the window and called: “Jimm-e-. “Yes, mother, dear, from upstairs. His mother went to the foot of the stairs and said: “Have you seen your father’s pipe anywhere?” “L will help ,him look for it,” said Jimmy as he came downstairs, The three of them tried to fimd the pipe. I do NOT want to- Jungle Tales ee HERE in the wide world Is that aon of ours?” asked Mister Monkey of his good wife one hot afternoon. “Jimmy was here just a minute ago,” answered Mrs. Monkey. “What do you want with him?” “He must have taken my pipe. I n't find it anywhere, and I want to came a voice moke.” , i M1 from “Wig. ebould) our dear son) take |/fI0euy Jimmy, pullea it” out your pij asked Mrs. Monkey. “L guess I put it there myself and forgot it,” eaid Mister Monke: ‘Now, Jimmy, what do you want?” “A& baseball bat,” answered the son, “You get it,” replied his father. “Lil ‘dear son’ him when I get him! Every time he wants anything he hides my pipe and I have to give him something before I t my pipe baok,” whined Mister Monkey. “There is no need of your smok- anyway,” answered Mrs. Mon- And, do you know, Jimmy was so surprised at not getting a scolding he forgot to ask for the bat until next day! My Wife’s Husband By Dale Drummond key. Copyright, 1915, by The Press Pubtishing Oo. (The New York Brening World). CHAPTER LV. was expected, and we prepared for _|bed in silence, wae bee ever, a “What in the world do men—doo- tors, I mean—do, when they don’t that I was the only mar- to fall back on?” ried physician whose wife Hane switched off the ight. had not accompanied him.| "rhe aay after the affair at the hos- I was obliged to make many apol- pital two of the doctors’ wives called ogies, and enter into explanations upon Jane, and expressed their re- that I would have avoided if possible. greta that she had been unable to ‘Then, too, I saw that had Jane been of the community and its civic bet-| ‘Ors terment, but I fear these very often have their patience exhausted in per- suading the people directly affected to join them. Titis may be partly due to the ira- mensity of the city and the nelghbor- ly spirit which is somewhat lacking, but it ought to be corrected. The average New Yorker is a busy Indi- vidual, Competition is keen, and ho must be on the “qui vi ; yet there should be some time given to the t- terest of the section in which he lives, If he but knew it, should he take such interest, perhaps his business might be better and his condition and that of his family improved accordingly. As has been said by the Westerne: there is too much I fieial. A little int individuals might such an official go out of bis way ty accomplish the wishes of these indi- viduals, The “citizen boost” is need- ed. Such civic interest, if it is noc natural, should be cultivated. It would pay in the end, It might well begin with the fam- ile—with the little ohildren. Little mother, teach them to throw their waste paper, in the parks, in the re- ceptacies provided for them, It will encourage tidiness at home ae well. Take them where they can see the beautiful buildings of the city and explain to them the principal points of interest about them—the bridges with their splendid workmanship; our gent port, admitting the big ships; the historic | a found in all parts of the city, é&c. ‘These are the Shings that not only instil civic pride and a love for the home city, that the future citizen needs, but an education in them- — J. D, Beresford, author of the three novels about Jacob Stahl, is the aon of a former Canon of Peterboro Cathedral, and was an iteot be- fore he was @ novelist. Mrs. Kathleen Norris, author of “Mothes” and “Saturday's Child,” was the eecond eldest seuan er of James A. Thompson, ban and twice President of the Bohemian Club of San Francisco, Orpha: and thrown on her own resources, in her girlhood, store for $80 a month, A few years short story. in her latest novel, “Opem Mar- he has attempted to combine thi ke yle assion of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, the Beart interest of Laura Jean Libbey, and the detail of Henry James.” Why ert W, rs? long " ‘g. Business” fixed Ane Edna, F fore he wrote the story. year later she wrote the story to with it. * Meaning of Cemetery. eg “kotmeterion,” meani: lace, not the place aclves. Tam sorry to say that it often re- mains for the visitor in this most the word to warrant us in think! vey the idea that the wonderful city ip the world to point really dead any more out its wonders to its inhabitant, It'the old Hebrew term for cemetery, ebould may about, “bethaim,” the Bouge of the ving, £ she worked in a hardware later she received $15.60 for her first Josephine Daskam Bacon declares| duestion. Edith Wharton, the neglect the pleasing frivolity of Rob-| returned. hambers? Bsen Henry Bidnor Harrison had his title, | “ern be- | Miss Reese there. ‘er- ber once set down “Roast Beet Me-| there, else I should have been much dium" in her notebook. More than a] more embarrassed than I was. 0] that case I should have been the only is not correct to say that “ceme- tery” moans the “city of the dead.” from the Greek] unguardedly. sleeping the dead, | affair,” Jane yawned, ere is nothing in the etymology of | it?" that it was originally intended to ig were | that than there is in | quic! attend the affair at the hospital, ana also told her that it wae fortunate present she would easily have out-/for me that Miss Reese was thers, shone the other women. My pride was burt that I could not “show so making it more pleasant for nc, think they meant tt in all kina "1 her off’—that was really what it aid, when Jane angrily ree amounted to. ‘When I reached home a little be- peated their conversation. “Even so, I would rather they had fore midnight Jane was etill reading. She asked in a cordial manner if I kept their opinions to thesaelves It isn't pleasant to have people had had e pleasant time, and, remem- one how nice some other woman is making it for her husband.” bering her refusal to receive Lucius Hemming, I replied in the same “But, Jane,” I returned, ‘it was your own fault. Had you gone with spirit, giving her some details of the affair. me there would have been no occa- “Miss Reese was there,” she said, sion for any one to make remarks,” stating fact, instead of asking @ “And if you had gone out more with me I should have gone; so you see it was your fault instead of min nd Jane picked up a book, becoming Im- mediately immersed in it—a habit she had when she wished to stop talking / on any particular subject. Tt was true that I never—or rather “Yes,” was my monosyliable reply. “you see, I was right in- my! .t x \dom—went out with Jane; but premise, I knew you wouldn't miss/] was a very busy man and had a ey much leisure time, I did not consider that it excused her from going with me; and all she had said had net convinced me to the contrary, It may seem that I wounded Jane unnecessarily, efpecially as regarded Miss Reese. e much as I needed her, much as“® depended upon her, had T even suspected the depth of Jane's animosity, and the unhappi- ness resultant, {.would bave let her g0. But in my absorption, my selfiah- ness, I did not even dream of the suffering Jane was enduring. And at that time I doubt if anything less than a miracie could have made me wie deretand. at men are naturally bli such things, believe. Pai ioe ano been she.weepy, woman, we s0 often come in with, my even would e opend, Bul she was proud and inde- pendent, and I verily believe would have died before letting me—or other—know what she suffe: through my neglect. ‘wommee«, $80 Bo Continued.) “You were very much mistaken,” I “1 did® miss you, and was put to it to explain your very muc! ce." at should have been easy, with “Yes, fortunately Miss Reese was one of the staff unaccompanied by & Bo you allowed them to believe you brought Miss Reese?" “T allowed them to believe anything they wished, so long as my wife re- fused to accompany me,” I answered, “That is all I wish to hear of the “It ts late, isn't “About 12 o'clock.” “Ob, L didn’t think it was as iat as t!' The time has passed very kly, but then I was interested in ee BY made no saswes, knowing pone -finding contact been r