The evening world. Newspaper, June 18, 1915, Page 18

ime SSTABLISHBD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Published Daily Except Supday by the Prove Publishing Company, Nos. 62 to President, 63 Park Row. rookie PEE EAR eters, a ba how. at the et Now York as Second-Class Matter. 15 Tae’ Weeniag] For Pneland. and. the Continent and (World for the United States All Countries in the International and Cansde. Postal Union. ear. + $9.80] One Year... wee @, ‘ 5 One Month. * WOLTME 55.0... .ccccccecceeeeeeeeeeeeeee cess NO, 19,659 THE SAME TO ALL. IX THOUSAND Yaqui Indians having caught the spirit of the’ times and “declared war” on Germany, Mexico and the United States, it becomes necessary for Uncle Sam to land another quieting expedition on somebody else’s territory. The Indians threat- en to annihilate all foreigners, including Americans. Admiral How-, ard’s three hundred bluejackets and three hundred marines will most likely prove equal to the task of protecting American colonists in the Yequi Valley. He can have more men if he needs them. But he will use them for protective purposes only and he will take not an ine of territory. (When other nations study the conduct of this Government they | manst eurely note not only the vigilance with which it watches over the safety of its citizens on land and sea, but also the painstaking care ‘with which it proves its absolute freedom of any wish to interfere with the property or rights of any other people, high or low. We are just as disinterested, just as ecrupulous toward « handful of dbatreperous Indians as toward « great and powerful nation—albeit fest es determined that both shall keep their hands off United States | citisens. po ‘Always fussing over traffic in Fifth Avenue! only one thoroughfare in the city? el NEUTRALITY’S LOSSES. A‘: with rumore that Holland may take a hand in the war es or, at least, offer herself as « convenient highway for British troops, news from Rotterdem is significant. Trade at this busy chipping centre has suffered desperately. A year ago the ships thet cleared each week in and out of her channel averaged 250. Now the weekly business is down to ninety. The Rot- terdam Chamber of Commerce declares “the shipping at this port has been reduced to such an extent that, it may eafely be stated, it will not recover ite former status in lees than five years. It is feared that 1915 will be even more unfavorable if this tremendous universal struggle is not terminated.” ‘Would it be strange if the thrifty Dutch were eager to eee it ter- minated? In the present generation Rotterdam has epent $24,000,000 om harber and waterway improvements. Before the war her com- merce was increasing with every month. Considerations like these pat a sore strain on neutrality. Maybe the Germans knew what they were doing when, so it is aid, they rearranged the forts of Liege to face the Dutch frontier. SS ooo The exhibition of dishonest weights and measures was most instructive. We hope the dishonest dealers missed it. ep BETTER THAN GRATINGS. UGGESTIONS for ventilating the subway and providing emer- gency exits by means of kiosks designed to serve both purposes at once are worth considering. The kiosk would discharge foul air at a point well above pedestrians’ heads, where it would be quickly dissipated. A kiosk is a thousanc times less objectionable than a sidewalk grating. As to expense, a company offers to install any needed number of ornamental bronze kiosks fitted with fans and winding stairways, and with carface room for telephones, fire-alarm boxes, thermometers, weather reports and theatre announcements. The company is ready to build and maintain the kiosks for the privilege of using them for This sort of kiosk is a familiar street feature in Paris and Berlin, where it is widely and attractively used for the purposes mentioned. Pessersby can readily find out about plays, concerts, amusements, etc., and there is space for other advertising in forms far more sightly than billboards. The Public Service Commission should study the kiosk plan and weigh its advantages. Why couldn’t the city itself build the kiosks aad make an honest dollar out of them? pained aaa al ESR As between Meyer and Moyer-Gerbard the hyphen wins. Hits From Sharp Wits ‘Ase rule the man who is asked to judgment would much rather fallow “arith it i 2 Both teat ee Set gout in ns mak, wae esta Ha to | bie Dest Soot forward. Hed. eer If only we could read minds, th cpeviag Fcing to what cord peo- le 10 @ay, our repartee would ahfne ike beam. “Toledo Biadg, © "°° a6 eR ‘Tasks chosen are « great deal easier people who for a crust in- iret ee haves pie—Norfolk | ‘han tasks imposed Favors readily bestowed are soon rapeseed by the beneficiaries as some- thing due.—-Albany Journal. eid Bome people are so reckless with greasman from Alabama, sam man who eank the ‘Merrtmas' dunt 4 the Spanish War? R. H. More Men Than Women. ‘To the Katitor of The Drening World: A friend claims that in the United Btates of America there are least contends that the foregoing 18 not oo contends tha: it Kindly asians cis i" td 4 1 ‘ad Acconiag census, thi are 47,332,122 males to “4,840,168 femalvs in the United States. The: are more males than females every- where throughout the United States except in Masaach' Rhode Island, Maryland, the District of Columbia and North and South Carolina. Tes, Te to ‘ef The Brening Wortd any 2 pi dedi nw Cneene| 0 MY_WIFE ANDI Ape G To HE COUNTRY To LIVE THE EXCITING LIFE oF THE SN AGREE CAM Yoursecr DEAR AND MY WIFE ANO | ARE GOING To THE CITY To LIVE - 1AM GETTING COBWEBS on THE BRAIN . Ton THIS CITY LIFE IS IRILLING ME TOO MUCH NOISE _1 CAN'T SLEEP (CAN'T GAT. I WANT PEACE ~ PEACE . By Roy L. R. JARR was first home again, “I saw Mrs, What's-Her- Name to-day, She's gotten awfully stout," \d Mrs. Jarr, as she came in with three or four bundles in her hands to find Mr. Jarr awaiting her. . “The information is decidedly in- teresting,” replied Mr. Jarr. “I hope you conveyed my condolences to the lady, She was always an especial favorite with mi “Too many ladies are especial fa- vorites with you!” remarked Mrs. Jarr, “But I'm willing to wager you don't know who I'm talking about!” “Indeed I do!” aid Mr. Ji “Mrs, What's-Her-Name! We met her at Where-Is-It? on the Umptieth of last September, She was in company with Mrs. You-Know-Who-I-Mean, and wore a very light, dark colored thing-a-ma-bob trimmed with some other stuff.” “Oh, you think you're smart!" aald Mrs, Jarr, “You know wha I mean— the girl that used to talk so much and went crazy 07 saw. I do hope married, Oh, you know married to. The young fellow that was so jealous of her whenever anybody sent her flowers and candy, and so she used to go to the stores and order candy and flow- ere sent home and pretend they were sent by other young mén to her. He was the one I was telling you about that was so stingy, never took her to the theatres, but alwaye wanted her to go to church with him Sunday nights, because it didn't cost any- thing. “Those aré all very endearing characteristics, but they do not identify the ewain with me,” aid Mr, Jerr. “Ob, you do know who I mean!" cried Mrs. Jarr, in exasperation. “Her name escapes me just now, but you know the girl that was always ask- ing for advice and never would follow it when I gave it to her? Oh, yes, I remember now, Strange that I should forget her name! Grace Stringer, you know, who married young Mr, Gilker, in the insurance business? “How ts Gilk?" asked Mr, Jarr. “Bhe doesn't know what to make of him. He isn't the least bit jealous any more, o was telling me,” sald Mre. Jarr, “and be won't do anything @he says. But before they were mar- The Jarr Family McCardell Copyright, 1918, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), said to her; ‘Don't come to me with your troubles, I told you you wouldn't be happy with that man, and you a girl that had so many young men calling to see you. quired, Jarr, Jarr. “Not exactly that,” a Own | Woman of Thirty, reprovingly, “How am I going to help it? mummy.” make it yourself, prevent burning. cloth, drop of water touvh It. ried she could twist him around her Mttle finger, all except taking her to the theatre. Poor Grace says sho “How do you remove tan?” “What did she marry the insur- ance party for then?” Mr, Jarr in- “Why, he ASKED her!” said Mra, “The othera were all right. Some of them were just lovely to h And I will say they all sent her con- sratulations and very handsome pres- as between the ones a girl kes best, who do not toe the matri- monial scratch, and the one she doesn’t care for, who does, the eell- ing plater gets the girl?” asked Mr. red Mra, Jarr in a hesitating manner, “but You Can Be Your By Andre Dupont Copyright, 1915, by The Prem Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), Removing Tan and Sunburn. SQHIS EVENING DRESS,” sald the Average Girl as she turned around to display her finery, “makes me look like the tattooed man at the circus, There's a triangle on my neck burned brick red where the low collar of my blouse stops, while the rest of my skin 1a quite a respectable white.” “why do you get #0 burned? “It's very unbecoming,” sald her friend, the “That is not at all necessary. You must use the ‘ounce of prevention’ which my grandmother used to say was ‘worth a pound of cure.’ summer I always pin my faith to cucumber lotion. Before venturing out in the broiling sun I sponge my face and neck with this cooling concoction and I never forget to do it when I put on my bathing suit, as this protects the skin from the effects of salt water as well as the sun which burns @ wet skin twice as fast as it does a dry one, “You can buy this lotion at many druggists’, but it 1s much cheaper to It 1s composed of three ounces of witch hazel; three ounces of cucumber Juice which you can get by slicing three or four cucum- bere—the amount depending upon whether they are dry or julcy—mashing them with a spoon and stewing them in a very little water, just ‘The cucumbers should be cooked until they are a soft mush and then strained, first through a fine sieve and then through a To the cucumber juice and witch hazel add one and one-half ounces of rose water; one ounce of glycerine, of borax and one-half ounce of oxide of zinc, You can perfume this with a drop or two of white rose if you desire, but {t is not really necessary, as the rose water gives it a faint odor, “Even when I go sailing or fishing for hours in the blazing sun I do not get badly burned, for I always protect my face with cucumber lotion and a ttle powder, and when I get home from the trip I emear my skin with cold cream and let it stay on all night. It can be cleaned perfectly with the cucumber lotion, which witi also assist in the cure,” TOP THAT | GOING UP WHATS THE TROUBLE DEAR 7! THE MONOTONY o OUNTRY LIFE 1S DRIVING WE ARE COMING BAC! To LIVE IN THE Cry Bu iF C MY WIFE CRAZY why should a girl waste the best years of her life until she’s on the shelf with young men whose inten- | tlo not serious?” “Oh, I see!” said Mr. Jarr. “And what is the cause of her grief, now that she has the man that meant business?” “Oh, everything,” replied Mrs. Jarr. “What is there that a man won't do to bight a woman's life?” “Gilker is @ blighter, then?” queried Mr. Jarr. “It's his family put it up to him,” id Mr, Jarr. “He's just as fond of his sisters and mother as he ever was, Poor Grace says he is always talking about them and they insist on com- ing to the house and pretend they are fond of her. She wants to move away from Brooklyn to get rid of them.” “And what else?” asked Mr. Jarr, “He won't give up his bowling club, either!” continued Mrs, Jarr. And he goes to stag parties and wants to Beauty Doctor wee I won't go around swathed in vells like a In the ough to If the face is badly burned do not let a CITY LIFE Is TOR NerrNGy, Bit Too MUCH TANGO ~ CABARETS ~ LATE SUPPERS . LATE Hours . €tc. Mrs. Jarr Has an Anonymous Friend Who Refuses to Remain Anonymous’ ph GN fond WE ARE GoING BACK To THE CouNTRY TOM THE EXCITING LIFE of THE CITY IS DRIVING MY WIFE CRAZY have his friends come to the house} and play cards every Saturday eve-| ning.” | “And she won't stand for the fam- lly or the ‘old friends’ thing?" asked Mr. Jarr, “Who would? What does a man care for you if he won't give up EVERYBODY for you when he mar- ries you?” replied Mrs, Jarr. “But you let me associate with Jen- | kins and Rangle and a few other fa- miliars,” said Mr. Jarr. “Oh,” said Mrs. Jarr, “they are peo- ple we met AFTER we were mar- Jungle Tales For Children 6eé W ry lately,” said Jimmy Monkey to the Baby Ba- “You have to feel just right to write poetry,” answered Jimmy's “Well,” began Jimmy. “Let us sit here under this tree and try to feel They sat and sat and finally the Baby Baboon said, “I feel just as if my_head pretty soon.” “Let's hi it,” answered Jimmy. “Mister Spider has a home, ‘The highest one in town, He always hollers ‘down!’ “That's a good idea,” said Jimmy, haven't written any puet- boon, one hot afternoon. companion. just right.” some poetry was going to drop into e So the Baby Baboon recited: When he starts to go awa; thoughtfully. “[ think your moth is making "3 go and se Thi a good idea, also,” said Jimmy, as they both ‘ampered off. A Letter From the War. A COUNTRY home; the tranquil With perfumes wafted from the Inden-trees; air is laden Her tresses golden tn the sun, yon maiden, Companton meet of gentle dove- eyed Peace, Rends o'er the page @ dear, dear hand has written May Heaven protect him, nobl true, and strong! Murmuring the while, with sore mis- ving smitten, “O God! how long— The heavens are darkened; anguish, woe, and weepini Mothers are mourning o'er their dear ones de: Brides newly Bia v ng, Are widows, and will not be com- forted. How long, O God! shall thy sub- mest heaven, their grief's lone “A little lemon juice can be used if the skin is not very sensitive, but if it te mix the lemon juice with equal paris of ruee waier, Bathing the face and morning in buttermilk will keep the complexion from turning that brown that te eo PA Siac ‘To speed & monarch’s cruel lust and The Stories Of Storie: Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune YBDOGOODSGIHOHODOOGHOQH OOOO“ . x Copgright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), No. 15—THE BLACK PEARL, by Victorien Sardou. Mi ALTHAZAR VAN DER LYS and his friend, Cornelius Pump, (ie; young scientist, sat before a roaring open fire in the dining room of the Van der Lys house at Amsterdam. ‘The hour was late. Outside, a terrific thunderstorm raging. The young men had supped heartily, and—leaning back in their: chairs with pipes in their mouths and a bottle between them—they wamea: confidential. Cornelius began the mutual confidences by announcing that he was very" hopelessly in love with Christina, a pretty foundling girl (who had beam: ” brought up by Balthazar’s parents more as an adopted child than as ©” dependent). Then Balthazar confessed. He loved Suzanne van Miellis, the richest hetress in all Belgiur. For years he had loved her. But until that very day he had not dared to tell her so, because he had been afraid she would. think that he was aft-- her money alone. 2 When he had proposed, she had asked for a that he was a true lover and no mere fortune hunter, reply he had told her that he still treasured a little f she had given him years ago. Susanne had answered that if this were true’ proved he loved her, and she would be his wife. She: bade him bring the flower for her to see. He was to have brought it to her house that evening had not the fury of the thunderstorm kept him indoors. The blossom, he told Cornelius, wes under glass in a little locket of gold and black pearls. He kept it always im his strong box. And he volunteered to show it to his friend. Balthazar led the way into his study, where he said the strong box was locked in a desk, At the threshold ot the study he halted with a cry of die- may. Tho whole room was in confusion. The desk drawer was torn to frag. ments, The strong box lay open on the floor—empty. Besides the locket, the box had held a quantity of moncy and jewelry. Everything was gone. A knife that had been on a table now stuck in the wall. A huge square of the wooden partition separating the study from Christina's room had been cut away. a Balthazar sent post-haste for the police. Their first move was to search the house. In a bureau drawer of Christina’s room was found one of the black pearls from the locket. Christina was at once arrested. Every one believed she was guilty except Cornelius. The scientist loved her and-he knew she must be innocent. He snatched up the pearl, pointed mysteriously to a tiny white spot on it and began to make investigations on his own ac- count. At the end of an hour he declared he had solved the problem and dis» covered the real thief. The robber, he sald, had entered the study by sliding” down the chimney. “The chimney!” echoed Balthazar, incredulous. “Certainly!” answered Cornelius. “And as he is celebrated for his weake ness for metals, his first move was to gather your gold and your silver; then he forced the steel lock of your desk and the iron lock of your strong box, and gathering together your money and your jewels, he carried (hem off, leaving your knife in the wall as a memento of his little visit. ons From the study he jumped {nto the room of Christina, > dashing through the woodwork and paper in his maa A Mysterious “Robber.” flight, and dropping the pearl in the drawer as he passed ween) through. And if you want to know what has become of , your locket, look!” He picked up the locket from a stone vase that stood near. Its gold and glass were fused together and the pearis were scattered. But the flower wag , atill visible, ‘ “I suspected the truth,” explained Cornelius, “as soon as I saw the white spot on the pean, That was caused by electricity. Don't you see, even yet? Why, the house was struck by lightning. A bolt came down the chimney and played tricks with all the metal in the room.” How to Keep Baby Well (Copyright, 1915; Marion T. D. Barton.) By Marion Barton oe 2.—Bottle-Fed Babies. the delicate machinery of a chile RS teed | DOdY, depresses appetite and digeas ty OTHERS who want to "eed tive ‘secretions, lowering Baby's Fe> their babies should hav) sistance to disease and poisons. Sum~~ abundant nourishing food |mer demands that any baby be etarte ed on a weak mixture of cow's mil weaker than his age calls for, cautious, gradual strengthening as soon as he proves he can digest weak food, When he. seems hu chews his fists and cries habit before his regular feeding hour, it 4@ usually safe to increase his no ment. ‘by increasing strength of his bottle; then the quai tity; then the strength, till he ge standard feedings. Always remember that food in ex~ cess of Baby's digestive ability burden. It ferments and causes z and Intestinal troubles, Infanti over-feeding prolonged often couse a dilated stomach for the rest of Every summer over-feeding killa more babies than does starvation, | ~ Fat babies are adorable. But the object of all food to produce & human being developed symmetri- cally—firm muscles, straight bones, red blood and steady nerves. This all means rel growth and future resis- tance to disease. Remember the safe rule of gragm\< tion. Don't spring diet changes om your baby Jn summertim grad: ually accustom him to them. Baby's formula must be fitted to his stom ach just as his shoes are to his feet. —and ,almost as often to meet the marvel of growth needs, served regularly, elght hours of vleep and outdoor exercise, plenty of pure drinking water, and freedom trom worry. Rich or sour foods, alcholic drinks, overwork, indigestion and broken rest injure her health and 80 her baby. Circumstances may demand artifi- clal feeding, for which science gives us safe rules. The first is that Baby be fed nothing not found in mother’s milk. Cow's milk, diluted, is the clos- est substitute. The next rule is “How much will Baby digest?” This de- pends upon his age, weight and di- gestive powers. Always get doctor's advice about this first bottle, What nourishes Mrs, Smith’s baby may poison yours. A safe, general rule is one ounce more than Baby's age in months—a month-old baby gets two ounces, one two months old gets three, and so on to nine months. From nine to twelve months a healthy baby takes ten ounces not oftener than four hours, Now, heat deals double death- blows to bables by exhausting their nerve force, at the same time en- couraging millions of germs ta grow in cow's milk. Humid heat upsets y $a Warologues By Alma Woodward. te Copyright, 1015, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), e+ ‘Phe Jones flat at 6.90 insurance companies, banks, real @s- (Mr. Jones has just come tate people, telling you how grand His collar aim cloplee, One business is! Talk to a lot of f keeps his Bangkok i] hear them spill guff about t foe iis. brow, 0 ne ee eos iag Sah try being flooded with orders for ALM ‘omrefugel ores treifugel f his headend sweetly) everything from @ pickle to @ prune | —Hello, dear, How do you) Dini Aha all the tine you gotta teel? blackjack a guy and hold an automa Mr. J. (without meditation)—Rot-| tic to his head, while he's coming to, to sell him a bill of goods that you wouldn't sneeze at ordinarily Mrs. J (aghast)—Oh, Dicky, is thet really true? Mr, J. (loudly)—Of course it's Ask anybody who hasn't had @ but of hop shot into him. ‘They say bus iness is really great in London and Berlin—restaurants flourishing and theatres playing to full houses; while over here, where we have peace, man- agers are losing their shirts and the restaurants are going into the ator- , age warehouse business! Mrs, J. (mildly)--What do you think / | the reason is, Dicky? Mr. J. (with fine sarcasm)—Say, I'm no Secretary of Statements, But if it was up to me I'd say we'd be better off If we were picking on some. one, too Mrs, J. (terrified)—Oh, Dicky! War? Mr. J. (expressively) —We—ell, Mrs. J. (throwing herself at hi Dick go. Would you leave Would you like to go out Think of your poor, little widow, Dicky! Oh—oh! Mr. J. (throwing up his hands)— Who said war? I don't want It—now body else does. 1 was only speaking theoretically. Mrs. J. ¢ ling close)—You have. dd, brave thoughts at times, ten! Mrs. J. (soothingly)—It 18 hot, isn't {t? And I'll bet the subway was stl- | fling. | Mr. J. (briefly)—You win. Mrs. J. (cooing)—Well, come here you poor boy, I'll—- Mr. J (grumpily)--Don't kiss me! Not until It washed and changed thes. I'm all J (adoringly) red to me, darling! ie 4 urt—reallyto think that you’ say that to me, dea! (Approache: Mr. J (irritably don't want to be kissed! I don't feel Ike being | kissed! 1 simply won't be kissed in his collar—now, that's all! Mrs. J (stifling a desire to weep)— What ts it, dear? You're not your- self, What has upset you? Mr. J (with emphatic gestures)— ‘hese blamed optimists—that's what) upsets me. These every-day-is-Sun- jday simps! ‘These happy little sui \shine sprinklere—when there isn't any sunshine to sprinkle! Mrs, J (perplexed)—Dicky! 1 don't understand, Mr. J. (viclously)—Of course you don't. It’s just this. Pick up a maga- zine—read articles galore about the business boom that just MUST come 6 with battle's thunder, human shrieks be riven, . “© God! how our. such dear, They make me shudder! Mr. J. (wildly and brat vely): ‘ dear, have we got iced coffee for cregum to the U. 5, A. Go out tata, She utsee, —billboards wi public! campaign. Bondag PROSPERITY! per—with lots of