The evening world. Newspaper, June 23, 1915, Page 14

\ TT oy ‘ | 3ES Sos Wiorld, SSTABLIGHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER, Sate Sears See ie Nhs Fesecains Comes, Hon 8 w Row. ‘how, Becond-—Class Matter, England and the Continent and All Countries in the International Postal Union. HEALTH SIGNS IN INDIANA. HE indictment of one hundred and twenty-eight persons in \Marion County, Indiana, for violation of election laws i through conspiracy, bribery and blackmail is another reassur- _ ing sign that the ballot in this country is nowhere yet at the mercy of “Gay man or any man’s agents. Democrats, Republicans and Progressives are named in the In- @amepolis charges, including the Mayor and Chief of Police and the well known Democratic National Committeeman for Indiana. Ex- Mayor Roberts of Terre Haute, already convicted and sentenced to * in a Federal prison for election fraud in his own city, figures prominently in the Indianapolis indictment. The two cities, it is Be d, had a regular exchange system of repeaters. F Of 116 men arrested in the Terre Haute election scandals all ‘Were either convicted or pleaded guilty. The result of the Indian- m roundup will be ewaited with interest. Meanwhile let nobody that it is safe to meddle with lawful election machinery in tile country. Sooner or later there are Consequences. ; ——_-+-—_—_—_ It ie up to Georgia to be worthy of its Governor. cieereastaenaetifpeaatninmmemnane THE JERSEY CENTRAL PRODDED. GOVERNMENT commission has condemmed the antiquated structure over which the Central Railroad Company of New Jersey voyages across Newark Bay from Bayonne to ‘ys \port. ‘The great industrial growth of Bayonne and Jersey City sections gives new emphasis to the need of better communication for the lands borfering the bay and along the Passaic and Hackensack Rivers. | The Government report calls the present railroad bridge an obstacle - té navigation and points out that by holding ice it clogs neighboring Waters in winter. The commission unanimously recommends that ‘the railroad be compelled to build a modern bridge. ' We note with interest that one requirement urged {s a roadway 2 vehicles. This would give wheel traffic a much to be desired highway between the Bayonne peninsula and the mainland. A ‘sttaight route into New Jersey by wey of the upper ferries from Man- the Hudson Boulevard and the new bridge would also be most "+ The Government {s for once wise and kindly at the same time. | Te figures the Jersey Central ought to spend $2,000,000 on the new Tt ie true it lately finéd this road one-tenth of that sum ‘fer rebating. But if Uncle Sam re from this corporation the ome necessity of granting costly rebates, doesn’t he help build "the bridge pee ? Gunde is better dead. The spectacle of the huge creature and aft, rocking ceaselessly in his woe, was o eruel and needless one, In Gunde's case captivity looked Mke torture. ’ nd FOUR FACTS. HE German Government may have welcomed for more reasons » ‘than one a chance to suppress Count Reventlow and his noisy “paper, It is nevertheless fair to take the suspension of the iteche Tageszeitung as one more proof that Berlin is not indiffer- to the good will of this nation. Reventlow has been notoriously \merican, the least conciliatory of all the German political 3 ‘ 9 Let,us sccept the ban on the Tageezeitung, therefore, as one of distinct facts which, since the Lusitania protest became urgent, sve shown the real attitude of the German Government toward this ‘oaantry. The other three are: |. The withdrawal of Dernburg and the Dernburg propaganda. An r desire to get in closer touch with public sentiment through abmarine attacks on American vessels and on other foreign steamers Fi ring American passengers. It becomes increasingly difficult to point to any act of the Ger- ‘Government which could at the present moment offend or even mderstood by the people of the United States. — Four minutes to Queens through the Steinway Tunnel— thanks to Father Knickerbocker’s little way with rivers. Hits From Sharp Wits. kick Dimecit w! he fools like it.” Anyone who has a sense ef humor can get along pretty well with = simist—Toledg Blade, ath ae! fish without re- Sein food.—Nor- °° trouble is that some men don't milk of hoger kindness un- an exchange, Y: roing-Coluenvia — A man who really knows himself doesn't tell all, that he knows, Letters From the People A Cencus Experience. Béitor of The Krening Wortd: ® . stairs. He asked what her occupa- tion was, and when we said that she 1] Was @ mathematician it seemed to us .| that he could not Gav the word; so he pms, cee young r, eove an pe ‘operator.”” en spoke to him about the difference between matician and an oper: “Oh, that’s all rig! any difference. also eral questions regarding t man's ocoupation on the Tasked a hy be was not more ne said it did not pay him enough | to be ao particular. ia may or may | wn, |not be an exception to the rule gov- y |erning the employment of mune syoung | 5,290 Feet) a Knot, €,080 Feet! the Baltor of The Evening World: What is the ference between mile on land and # nautical at ‘ WwW. Gerhard, Most significant of all, the complete cessation of be rege men Ny IR, JARR was stretched out on the sofa with the eve- ning paper in hand, his shabby old house coat on. He also wore his burst old elippers, And he was comfortable, although in his own home, “Willie, here is 10 cents, Run down to the corner and get papa a package of smoking tobacco like this,” he re- marked, and with the dime Mr, Jarr extended a crumpled and empty to- bacco bag. “Huh, huh!" grumbled Wille Jarr. “Can't somebody else go?” ‘I want YOU to go,” said Mr, Jarr. “I don’t wanna go!” whined the “I gotta sore foot.” “You haven't a sore, foot, and I want you to gol” repeated Mr. Jarr. “I don't know where the cigar store on the corner is,” whined the boy. “You do know well enough where It is, It's right next to the candy store,” said Mr. Jarr, “And you go. Get your hat and coat and go!” “Go where?” asked Mrs, Jarr, com- ing in at thie moment. “I want him to run down to the cigar store on the corner, across from Gus's place, and get me @ package of this tobacco for me," and again Mr. Jarr extended @ dime and the crum- pled, empty tobacco bag. “Well, aren't you the selfish thing! Asking that poor child to run out and get you tobacco?” cried Mrs. Jarr. “And I got @ eore foot, ma!” whined the boy. “And he has a sore foot! Which one is it, dear?” asked Mrs. Jarr, “This one,” sniffled the boy, indi- cating a, totally different one from the one he had shown his father, “Let me see it, Let mamma see," said Mrs, Jarr, kneeling down by the sufferer, “No, it's me knee, this knee!” whimpered the boy. “You can't see anything, but st hurte awful when I walk on it.” “Your father wouldn't care!” said Mrs, Jarr, giving Mr, Jarr a@ re- proachfut look, “Mamma will put some lintment on it. And, besides,” here #he fixed another look at Mr. Jarr, "I won't have Mamma's boy pass that horrid saloon, His father may {want to spend his time there, but my little boy sha'n't be made a drunkard “Geo whiz!" cried Mr. Jarr, “Who wants him to be a drunkard? I want some tobaceo, As for passing 9 Gus’ place, he passes that a hundred times a day playing with the boys!” “Well, he doesn't feel well, and be'e True to Georgia’s Motto «27th. The Jarr Family By Roy L. Copyright, 1915, by The Prese Publishing Co, (The Now\York Evening World), Sat Eanes ea ieeiinanaaeaeenainaieeiadinataamenmatanemn_aalanenmmaamien: teammate 7 * . The Evening World Daily Magazine; Wednes day: June 23, 1915 ~ ard NAV TTY yy \\) Mr. Jarr Has Reason That There’s “Mamma, can I go out on the street and play?” asked the boy as soon as his father had returned. “No, you cannot,” said Mr, Jarr. “You've got a hurt knee.” “It don't hurt now,” whined the boy. “Mamma, can't I go out?” “Certainly he can go out,” said Mrs, Jar, “Get your hat and coat, Willie; I never saw such a father! Doesn't want the child to have fresh .air. Wants him to stay in this stuffy pla nd get sick!" So Willie went out gleefully. He stayed out, and an hour later no anguished glances from the front window revealed him, Then Mr. Jarr was sent in haste to find him, Suppose he was kidnapped? Suppose he had been run over? Mr, Jarr met up with Gussie Bepler and asked him if he had seen Willie, “He's over on Snyder's vacant lot, running @ Marathon,” said the Reflections of A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), Teena ‘are only two kinds of perfectly faultless men—the dead and the McCardell growing and he shouldn't be running up and down those stairs, I won't have his strength exhausted. You should be ashamed of yourself to ask said Mrs, Jarr, ‘All right—all right!" said Mr. Jarr. “I thought that once, at least, I might be able to lay off and rest a bit, but I'll go get it.” And he got up and put on his shoes and other coat, “I knew you were just dying for an excuse to go out and stay out,” cried Mrs, Jarr, “But you need not have tried to blame it on the child!" “Watch how long I stay out!" sald Mr. Jarr, And he returned anon and again took his eage on the sofa, This time with the added solace of his pipe, deadly. The most successful men are not those who have been inspired with the desire to live up to a woman's ideals, but those who have perspired in the effort to satisfy her whims. In order to see a man In his most interesting colors a woman always has to scrape off a lot of unnecessary whitewashing. Somenof the most accomplished actors never adorned the stage, but have been perfectly satisfied to go right on wasting their heaven-sent his- trionic ability in playing the “persecuted hero” role for the benefit of their wives, Every man secretly believes that when a girl's head is full of brains and ideas there 4s just naturally no room left in it for common intelligence concerning the boiling of an egg. Even the most “unreasonable” woman can be made to believe that two and two make five if only her husband will offer her a certified check in proof of his argument. You can flatter a man in general terms, but a woman demands ‘details, She would rather be told that her nose was cute or that her elbow was fascinating than to be called a “paragon.” What the diplomatic service needs just now is the kind of man who sends a girl a dozen pairs of No. 6 gloves and encloses an exchange ticket in case they should be too large.” Marriage !s the discord that turns “love's old sweet song” from a eulogy into an elegy. By J. H. Cassel to Be Glad No Place Like Home buteher boy. “I seen him; he's nine laps ahead of Johnny Rangie.” Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward . 1918, Pree Pu ovr 18 Ente es Om E Have a bunch of intellect around this studio that ought to be operated on! By the way our people grasp the atmosphere of a scene you'd think their parents couldn't send ‘em to school because they didn’t have any shoes to wear. It's bad enough when we stick to straight a, b, ab acting slapstick comedy and “Gimme the papers and tear up the chee-ild” stuff. But the minute we go outside that and try to pull off something that’s real snobs, like Shakespeare, why, the whole bunch goes and gets rain checks for {ts brains and reports for work. Pretty soon we're going to open a new branch entirely—a depository for Gippy directors, It’s especially hard on me; because, even if I always do pick out a book in the library that’s got big print and lots of conversation in it, it don’t say that I oan't get class in Literature when it's explained to me There's something in me—I think it's gentus; the director says its prunes—that makes me just live a character when I'm acting it. Bo, when they decided to do “Othello” last week and I was cast for Desdemona, I was tickled to death, Years ago I bought two views of that dame in the 10-cent store, and I'd feel fierce melancholy every time I looked at ‘em, The director gave me just one word of advice about make-up. He said, “Look as much like a Hly as you can.” ‘ell, it's easy enough to look like a lly When you're anaemic, anyway, and maybe work in & factory be- sides, But when you've been doing outside movies for six months, under @ more or less heated sun, you gotta applique several layers of pallor to get away with it. I was delighted at the result when the director told me I looked like a first class corpse be- fore I was killed at all, ‘The guy who played Othello made wp according to his own idea, and when he walked on he had Jack John- son looking like an Albino! They ex- plained to him, gently, that the gen- tleman was a Moor and several shades paler, That made a wait of twenty minutes, ‘Then he handled me 80 close he got all my pallor off on his black velvet mantle, and we had to go and soak it in the gasoline tank of the director's car to get the grease paint out. Also I had to use up another twenty-five- cent box of violet talcum, But ft was in the big, smothering scene that he excelled himself. lago was at his elbow egging him on, in this version, and I was panting, tak- ing in @ deep breath, preparing to be equashed under a pillow, when all of @ eudden Othello turns and begins to lam the alithera out of lago, Why, but it {s safe, and cheaper than the price of baby’s sickness. You can mi PBaitorias by Women | A NOTE TO AMERICAN FATHERS. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. T has just been held by Vice-Chancellor Stephenson of New Jersey | that misrepresentation of age, social position or wealth on the part of either party to a marriage does not constitute grounds for divorce, since those are matters which should be investigated be fore marriage, By whom? In « great many instances, at least, euch investiga tion might be made by American fathers—and is deliberately shirked by them. 1 The detached, almost fatalistic attitude of the American male parent toward his daughter’s marriage never ceases to be a marvel te the rest of the world. His not to reason why, his but to hearken te the wedding bells and pay the wedding bills. Yet it takes a man to judge aman. And many a woman might be happily married or happily single to-day if her father had scrutinised his prospective son-in-law as carefully as if the young man were « pre spective customer, It is true that the American father has no legal right to interfere with his daughter’s marriage after she is of age, nor is anybody advo cating that he be given such a right. She must make her own choloa, but she ought to choose with all the facta before her. He is the per son who by position, knowledge of the world and affection is best fitted to ascertain and to present to her the facte about the man who wants to be her husband. She will listen to the evidence if, through all her life, the witness has convinced her of his active love and sympathy. The American girl needs a father who is not a figurehead. Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces » @ Ds Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), No. 17—SOLANGE. By Alexandre Dumas. IRANCE’S Reign of Terror was at its climax. Bloodthirsty mobe prowled the Paris streets in search of any one on whom they could fix the hated title of “aristocrat.” Such people as were suspected were rushed to prison, to trial and to death on typ same day. The guillotine was working overtime. Paris was drunk wif red murder. One evening young Dr. Ledru—stanch friend of the revolutionary chiefs—was going home through a dark byway when he was halted by a woman's shrieks. Turning, he saw a beautiful young girl whom a gang of patriots were dragging to jai) on suspicion that she was an aristocrat. In vain she protested that she was a washerwoman's daughter. They would not believe her. And for good reason. For every line of her face and form and every intonation of her sweet voice proclaimed that she was of noble birth. Dr. Ledru fell in love with her at sight. Hurrying up to the group, he accosted her as “Solange” (the first name that flashed into his mind), and ® demanded to know why she was on her way to prison. A Riaus Falling into the spirit of his ruse, answered, j From the Mob. $ dressing him as an old friend and saying the mob en > J mistook her for some one else. Ledru told her captors he would vouch that #he was the washerwoman's daughter she claimed to be. And, on having him- self identificd by one of the authorities, he succeeded in persuading the mob that “Solange” was no aristocrat, but a respectable working girl of bia acquaintance. Then they let her go. Thus began the strange and brief acquaintance of Dr. Ledru and the girl whom he had called “Solange.” (He never learned her real name) Neither of them made any secret of their mutual love. And almost at once they became engaged, But first Dr. Ledru performed a great and perilous service for the giv. Her father, a nobleman of the old regime, was hiding in a Paris garret; hie life forfeit should the authorities learn of his presence there. By using his own political influence and by working underground ree sources Ledru succeeded in smuggling the old aristocrat aafely across to England, “Solange” was to follow as soon as a passport could be secured tor her. But by the time the passport was ready “Solange” refused to make use of it, She and Ledru were engaged to be married. They had written to asit her father’s consent. And she would not leave France without her lover, Ledru's scientific work among the guillotine victims kept him too busy to let him go away just then. So the two stayed on in Paris, Ledru found for “Solange” a position as a school teacher. The taste hours were long, and only on Sunday could she and her sweetheart meet, One Sunday, after a walk together, “Solange” was almost hysterical when it came to saying goodby. She told Ledru that a terrible presenti- ment was weighing her down. Had she known that the authorities, even at that moment, were and reading a letter addressed to her from her father in England, she Corrnrnnnnnmw—w@)_ Might have understood the reason for such a presenti- ment, } a po gl 1 Late that night, in the graveyard where he ha@ ‘arranged a laboratory, the day's guillotine victims were Yaemorrrerr> brought to Ledru in a cart, the bodies wrapped in sacks, Midnight was tolling as he opened the first sack. A head rolled out, the wide eyes staring piteously up at him. Ledru in dumb horror gazed down into the pallid face. It was the face of “Solange”! How to Keep Baby Well Copyright, 1915; Marien 7, D, By Marion Barton 8.—How to Keep Baby Well. F you must raise your baby on cow's milk, choose the best obtainable—milk from @ healthy herd inspected by proper authorities both on the farm and at your local distribu- yourself by putting a dinner plate up- side down in a clean, covered kettle deep enough to hold a quart bottle ef milk surrounded neck high with eeld water, leaving it there half an after the water boils This is ie gary if you take baby to the country for vacation, because the pert! of changing milk usually lies in the mew rn of Germs . the new milk, jome day when we grow Intell! enough Wwe shall make it a vias ts break the law of all milk care—" milk clean, covered and cool.” The most immaculate quart of certified milk prepared with all scientific de- votion can be ruined by any careless mother who leaves it standing on her doorsill, in the sun, on her kitchen table near the stove, or uncovered, What matter whether heat ls uf a stove or July? Heat is balm to germs, which need only warmth and moisture for exuberant growth up to millions. Will you use this precious pulk to raise germs—or your baby? Insist that your dealer leave milk iced not below 60 degrees summer- time, The minute you hear the click of glass on your door-sill, seize the bottle and rush it onto ice. Prepare baby's food early in the day, Never leave milk uncovered in your icebox where grosser foods can taint it, Bor standing where files can swim in it, With our dealers and States spend- ing millions of dollars to deliver city “Certifi tory. milk costs 16 cents; In hot weather it is wise to pas- teurize milk before modifying it, be- se if you heat milk after adding ley water and sugar you muke ferments—“a noxious pudding.” Pas- teurization does not render dirty mili clean, but it does kill germs that would otherwise poison or sour milk. g00d pastourizer my gosh, he had him half killed when we pulled him away! And when the director screamed at him, asking him what he meant by @ performance like that, that poor simp up and says: “No American gentleman'd stand for a man saying things about his wite! He'd wipe up the floor with) him! thought I'd add a touch of genuine realism.” Well, say, when the director heard that tango-tripper rewriting Shake-| ward milk clean and cold—milk, speare and making Othello sing the|arch-saviour of your babies—think “Star Spangled Banner” in white kids| how wicked it is for any mother te and a silk lid, he just give up ‘the;let milk get infected after It once ghost and threw a fit. How can any, comes into her home. It cannot any one do soyipiig, arleno with a'polsoned if you keep it cap mutt like that? I you. , lood.