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Sve eFNiey Wiorid. ‘Pudtished Daily Except Ponany ty fe, Pree Peblining Company, Nos, 53 to Cty le rm etary, Pory-Ottiee Second-Class Matter, o The endo] For tasinn’ ‘and the Continent and ited States AN Countries fn the International Postal Union. One Tear, One Mon’ WOLUME 55....00sseseeeee FACE THE FACTS. HE shortest way with an error is to rectify it. The Seaman’s Act has proved the worst legislative mis- take that ever crippled American shipping. It has driven the Pacific Mail Steamship Company off the Pacific. ° Ii has caused the Robert DoNar Steamship Company to change ite vessels to British registry—practically banishing the American flag __ . from Pacific trade. ; Unless the law is modified the Great Lakes lines say they will have to go out of business after Nov. 4 next. Their valuable pas- senger and freight service will go over to Canadian ships. In urging the bill, Senator La Follette and President Furuseth -of the International Seaman’s Union made much of the argument that foreign vessels using American ports would have to comply with its regulations, thus putting our ships and those of other nations on othe same basis. It now appears, by the admission of the Department of Com- “merce, that foreign ships will not comply, nor can they be compelled sto do so. Thus the whole burden of the requirements falls as a ‘handicap upon the ships of the United States. Ample accumulated evidence as to how the La Follette Act “works ‘vill greet the next Congress. Its first duty should be to lift these clumsy chains from the nation’s shipping. eerste In after years, while the world is recovering from what followed, ten volume histories will begin with two pistol shots fired a year ago to-day in « street In Sarajevo, a aS GEORGIA’S SHAME. HE scenes that marked the retirement of John M. Slaton from T the Governorship of Georgia were a disgrace to that State. It is fortunately not often that a retiring State Executive in his nation has to be escorted by police and soldiers through a cursing ‘mob eager. to lynch him. ) This ex-Governor’s sole offense was a courageous service to his Commonwealth. He protected its good name by commuting the death sentence of a prisoner whose treatment at the hands of Georgia thas aroused grave protest in all sections of the country. Georgia has indignantly denied that passion, prejudice or mob | Anfluence had anything to do with the trial and conviction of Frank. - In view of what has been happening in Georgia for the past week ‘the rest of the nation feels less than ever convinced. eeeetniemensie -eienenrdeemee Between Huerta and Mexico—keep a boundary line. —— PUT THEORY AWAY. Bt ECRETARY DANIELS sets the Navy War Sollege on the right 4 track when he urges it to discard old theories and gather in every bit of data the experts in Europe can furnish as to the present war. “As you look abroad you see the foundation of old theories crumbling every day. Old tactics, old strategies, old theories of naval warfare, which have stood unchallenged as almost axiomatic since the triremes of Carthage and Rome grappled together in the Mediterranean, are disappearing over night.” + NO. 19,669 fleet of the greatest sea power in the world has remained tucked away im some harbor and failed to fire a shot. In sea fights elsewhere | battleships have hit and sunk other battleships at ranges supposed to be impossible. Submarines and even airships have already assumed in paval warfare an importance utterly unforeseen. Professors of naval strategy can shelve their theorics. They bave what is far better—an impressive array of facts. The one thought of American naval science should be to collect, classify, study nd make the shrewdest possible deductions from results of sca- fighting os it is fought. ———_-¢ = —____. Militant prohibition begins to bave its natura) effect. The Nquor interests organize for defense. The New York State Re- tail Liquor Dealers’ Association, which begins its annual con- ’ ’ not the liquor industry, ‘with State and Nation?” of this State will pay into the Treasury this year $22,500,000, Nobody doubts that the could spare this sum or a greater one for an equivalent sobriety and mora! strength. Maybe some day i will be proved that moral strength in man or nation increases directly with Government regulation, ‘Those who toil at the demonstration never seem to lose courage. Hits From Sharp Wits. m in it comes to pass hag never spoken @ cross word to him, wan 6 Hiiseee rune dows be aide to keep him from seeing us gi Bp—Pailadelpbia Gling in our sleeve, as you might say, —Macon Telegraph, Any ployer will tell you that =e if, a4 oe brie Be ry a soldier,” soldiers words may have ean] er ee Nome tthe ie anyway ‘Philadelphia Inquirer. ‘Albany Journal. The world is full of ee Wouldn't lose a minute tells us be bas lived | off a song of twenty years and sbe ity howl.—Ph! ° citizen ts one who ene ett you go," but docsa't. Seabee Banner. see : aman of few a ple wine rea, raise to raise a pire ladelphia Telegraph. Letters From the People Marine. kind enough work, pay, chances, ‘The World Almanac, Page 18. To the Editor of The Brening World: g suulgeranien, starting wih the GD Meet, Mocaeir ates By Roy L. walking up anc down tn the dining room of the Jarr domi- eile, “if they've got enough to play a four-handed pinochle game at Gus's. for a long time.” He had on his house coat and his slippers and he was hum- ming wistfully to himself. And that’s always a bad sign. Just then a knock came to the ‘oor in the hall, and Mrs, Jarr, going to it, ushered in, with many exclamations of pleased sur- prise, Mrs. Kittingly, the little blond grass widow, who lived upstairs, “Phist!” said Mr. Jarr, looking into the front room, ‘You've got com- pany. I think I'll run out and get a little fresh air for a few minutes.” “You won't do anything of the kind!” said Mrs, Jarr sharply, ‘And don't you see Mra, Kittingly?” Mr, Jarr saw Mrs, Kittingly, Her eyes were red with weeping. “Yes, I spoke to her,” answered Mr, Jarr. He | hadn't, but then it doesn't do to be too genial and sudden with pretty grass widowe—when your wife's around, + “Oh, I'm only going to stay @ mo- ment!” exclaimed Mrs, Kittingly. “But Mrs. Jarr has been so good to tort.” Mrs, Jarr gave her husband a sig- nificant look, which mefnt, “You ait down right there where I can have fan eye on you.” Mr. Jarr sat down. good excuse to escape! “Go on, dear,” said Mrs, Jarr, turn- ing to Mrs, Kittingly. Mrs. Kittingly had come down to the Jarr flat in light marching order, She had on a housegown of clinging soft- only confidant she had in the world, self, she powdered her pretty Uttle | warg, nose. | ‘That “J-am-a-friend-of-your-wite" Mr, Jarr’s butterfly temperament for 10 cents a hundred,” thought Mr, he always overbids his han ‘pte The Jarr Family Copyright, 1915, by ‘The Press Publishing’o, (Tho New York Evening World), 66y WONDER,” thought Mr, Jarr, | me during my trouble—such @ eom-| But, oh, for a! weren't a ness, but she drew a powder puff from | sleeve, remarking sadly that she | Seat ind Mr. Jarr, he betng the straight down his throat with the other, husband of her best friend and the | attitude that pretty grass widows take is @ most exasperating one to men of Other married men are not kept at a distance that way, and more and more | | Mr. Jarr yearned for the pinochle gacac | he know was going on at Gus's at the to tell corner. Rep ey Of the | mhey're playing auction pinochie Jarr, “and Bepler’s in the game, afd ; and Blavinsky’s in the game, and be al- seliat Of the wed: | waye underbids his hand and misses chauoe to make the trump, I'm McCardell losing mohey and entertainment sit- | ting here.” “Well, I'm telling you her tempera- ture was 105, and nothing we do seems to help her, She just moans ‘As the Secretary points out, so far in the present war the biggest | And, anyway, I haven't been out late|fit to break your heart!” said Mra Kittingly. “Doesn't the doctor know what's wrong with hor?” asked Mra, Jarr, “Doctor?” echoed Mra, Kittingly. “Why, I've had four specialista and they have had three consultations al- ready.’ “L's a dreadful expense,” murmured Mrs. Jarr, “Expense!” cried Mra. Kittingly with a sob, “Who considera expense at euch a time?” “Who's looking after her now—your girl Mabel?” asked Mrs, Jarr, “Mabel!” repeated Mra, Kittingly. Mr. Jarr Decides He’s a Prisoner, So He Makes a Thrilling Escape “She won't let Mabel come near her. No, she's in a sanitarium. They had to administer oxygen yesterday.” “Dear me!" said Mrs, Jarr in @ most sympathetic tone, “Yes,” whispered Mrs. Kittingly, “and now the specialists say that nothing can save her but an opera- tion. But I cannot bring myself to give consent. Would you?” “If they say that is all that will wave her, 1 would,” replied Mrs, Jarr, “After my husbands acted like they did, she was all in the world I had to love,” sobbed Mrs. Kittingly. “Well, I'll go now—and, oh, thank you!—you don’t know how you have encouraged and comforted me!" So saying, she arose, and Mrs. Jarr fol- lowed her to the door with words of encouragement and condolence, “Her mother or sister?” asked Mr. Jarr, who was somewhat affected himself, “Nonsense!” cried Mrs. Jarr. “Her Reflections | A Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland of | Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World). A | There are two kinds of fools in who LAS, that the divine fire should so often be lighted with alcohol! Many a wife would gladly agree to divorce her husband if she fraid that he would go right off and “ruin his life” by marrying the world: plain fools—and the man keeps the love letters of the woman before the last. man feels that she is looking straight! fellow. ‘am bour in the moonlight, ¢ A woman sometimes has moments of inspired divination, in which a t through his pockets with one eye and The difficulty with which a man chokes out his first lie is only ex- ‘and, as she endeavored to compose her- | ceeded by the ease with which tho Hes keep on slipping out forever after- A woman never forgets the exact time and place at which a love affair terminated; but to a man it is merely a case of “Once she was, then she wasn’t’—much the same as one loses on them—no idea where you left them—‘Oh, well, here are my others,” gloves—knew you had What a host of treasured illusions would be shattered if most men cquid sce to-day the girls they “ALMOST married.” | And what a severe shock It would be to their vanity if they ever knew gia the honest, unadulterated truth as to why the girl married the other The difference between platonic friendship and love is sometimes just | 0D tc he wea .» @@ aa be abut her Gowa tor be : little dog Bibi!" . “What? yelled Mr. Jarr, “You drag me into a weepfost over that fat old Bibi!” And he strode out to Gus's—slippers. house coat and all. A little indigna- tion d getaway. Pop’s Mutual Motor By Alma Woodward om Ny ad ant vening A and sliding of keys outside the door, Ma concluded immediately that there was a reason. She dashed out into the hall prepared to greet him as pugnaciously as convention demand- ed, but stopped, amazed, as he stepped over the threshold—sober, Under his arm he bore a sheaf of legai-looking documents, Also they stuck Owsrom every pocket in his clothing. “These are insurance policies,” re- marked Pop proudly, “Insurance! Life insurance?” “Automobile insur: “You must be crazy, ffed Ma. “I never heard of any one insuring a car in more than one company. What's the idea of the tonnage in white paper?” “This man i: of automobi T Pop's usual coming-home hour there was a great scraping agent for every kind insurance there is,” began Foe. “What's the use of carry. ing one kind of insurance? Whateve: you're insured for never hap; it’s always the other thing, and then you can go whistle for your money, With those I'm entirely covered and I can go out in the car and take an; one with me, secure in the knowledge that my different provect me.” He spread them out carefully on the table. his Is collision insurance. This is owner's life. This is owner's guests’ life, This is fire. This is carbureter and magneto insurance. This is tire, | This ts cylinder insurance—for in- stance, if you should blow the head out of one of the cylinders, See? ‘This is speed—if you're nabbed for speeding, the policy pays your fine, This is a small policy that pays your fine for contempt of court if you're tempted to cuss the Judge. ° This r ingurances will Enough!” panted Ma. “I think you're a nut! And the man who sold | you these KNOWS that you're one of| the born-every-minute.” | “Ig that 60? Well, you'll see wh the benefit is very soon. I've al been nervous about taking people Now I'll ask everybody.” So, next day belng Sunday, he did ask a8 many as could squeezo into the | car. Nothing happened for fifty miles, The engine didn't even sneeze once. | But, on the fifty-frst mile, suddenly | the car started to leap from tho road | ere | 8 and descend with horrible force. It! id this about every ten feet, pro- ducing quite the effect of a un ting | F | Sop shut off the gas, “looked at every | blamed thing that MIGHT be the! matter, fot potaing sn6 turned ber again. Much to his surprise repeat: | ‘eq se0- eT intl | HO “IF YOU WOULD BE HEALTHY”—. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. bs D* CHARLES A. EASTMAN, full-blood Sioux Indian and Am- herst professor, warns women that while the white race -és Progressing marvellously along almost every other line it $ losing its nerves and its health } | “Learn to row a boat,” he tells us, “learn to climb trees, walk im your bare feet through the woods, and you will begin to live a normal life and grow in health and strength.” There are many women in New York who will have neither time |nor opportunity this summer to follow Dr. Eastman’s hygienic regi |There are no woods in the borough of Manhattan, nor one sole tr {where climbing is permitted. J | But every woman, even if she stays in the city all summer, eveh \if she lives in a three-room flat, can take the course in the develop- |ment of health and strength which Miss Pauline Furlong, the Ameri- jean Venus, opens in The Evening World to-day. Most of the exer- jcises require nothing in the way of apparatus, and where that i needed it is so simple as to be within the reach of practically every pocketbook. A few short, sensible rules of hygiene and a convenient chart for recording improvement complete this new scheme of health education for women, | It should be veceived with real interest by every woman every- where whose index of physical efficiency has dropped below normal. Moreover, as Mies Furlong herself says, “The new way of spelling beauty is h-e-a-l-t-h.” The Stories _ Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune D®DHDOQHDGQHDDGDPHDDHDOHH“OGOSGHSWOHOGO® Coppright, 1015, by The Wress Publisning Uo, (The New York Krening World), NO. 19—THE NOTARY OF PERIGUEUX, by H. W. Longfellow HE notary of Perigueux was a henpecked little man. His wife was an excellent woman. She had kept his house in such beau- tiful order that the notary hated the very idea of home, She was 60 aggressively good that he felt he was not worthy to be in her company. So he took to spending all his time et the village tavern. There the notary struck up a warm friendship with a wine seller who lived in a town some three miles away, and whose chief aim in life was to prove by experience whether or not the liquors made by other people were as good as his own. Long years of this kind of endeavor had made him very fat, very red-nosed, very jolly. The merry old wine seller was afflicted with a permanent form of hydrophobia. He could not bear the taste of water. In fact, water was about ta only liquid he did not sample in wholesale quantities. id The notary had not his friend's capacity. So a brief career ef drink gave him a shaky, nervous system. And he became a hypochondriao, Every timo he heard of a disease he promptly declared (and really bee Heved) he had all that dise; BS You - The Boon One day the notary was sent for in mad haste, be- c ; fore he had ever had time to atart for the tavern. Hie eee eenean® ‘dear friend, the wine seller, had just been stricken with a mortal illness and was calling for the notary to come and draw up his will. He was also calling loudly for water. From this latter terrible symptom his family realized he must be dying. ‘The day was stormy. The notary made his way (in « ¢arriage that had been provided by the sender) to the wine seller's house. There, coming out of the sick room, he met the local doctor, who told him the patient had but féw hours to live. The notary drew up the wine seller's will as night was falling, guided the feeble hand's signature and then stood weeping as his bibulous old friend @ank back dead. Presently, for consolation, the notary filled and lighted his pipe As he smoked, in sad musing, the doctor came in, Then it occurred to the notary to ask from what disease the victim had died. “Scarlet fever,” was the answer. The scared notary almost dropped his pipe, waistcoat pocket, he stammered nervously: Thrusting it back tnto hig “Is It contagious?” “Certainly,” replied the doctor. “Then I am @ dead man,” groaned the notary. “What—what are the symptoms?” “A sharp, burning pain in the right side,” the doctor made answer, And as soon as he heard of this symptom the notary was certain he had it, He could actually feel the hot sting of pain in his right side, growing sharper and sharper every moment. He insisted on going home at once. though a blizzard was blowing, The carriage in which he had come could not be found. So he mounted the doctor's bony horse, without eo much ae saying “by your leave,” apd galloped frantically homeward, Covered with snow, faint from fear, his whole body chilled to the bene except that throbbing, red hot spot in his right side, he reeled into bis ews house, calling to his wife: “T am a dead man!” He collapsed into a chair. His alarmed wife helped him off with tie overcoat. As she did eo the smell of burning cloth ® filled the room. His pipe fell to the ‘The ui A: Sire Te mystery was solved. dsb r) i ypochondria. He had thrust the pipe, still lighted, into hie Fight waistcoat pocket, And the sparks to his skin, Small wonder he had felt a hot pain in hypochondriac was forever cured. burned right side, The So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1015, by The Press Publishing Oo, (‘The New York @vening World), NE of the imeradicable super- | fully crool, we're told. Ye-oh, stitions of wives, from whieh | kuowing what wo know about the or- husbands suffer outlandishly, tee oF cate, (ve resolutely refupe is that stewed rhubarb is good 2 Almost every city-raisea to eat and that it's good for the hu- man en. tertains the idea that he'll o man system. self to be a greal rower of oboe until he gets a ‘That man is very Dutchly In whose | iit, for the fy pair of oars in his wife proclaims that she'd “rather t time, board than keep house” and who} If you don't beliey lieve that clothes everything, to do makes him believe that he believes | have @ lot, if not with that overwofked the same thing. woman, just compare ns 2 < Nobody seems to know, although | °PY!0Us, just-tol’ably-appealing critter that you take = in the morning with the weedesgaee dolled, highly-speciallzed” "myuterss making same girl of the evenine-—> and the large white light’ will, or ought to, break upon you. 2 we've asked nearly everybody, why it {s that tht girl with the skinny arms will insist upon wearing dresses with the sleazy, peek-a-boo sleeves. Recently we, went surf-bathing with a friend who is a Chronic Cold Bath | Liar—the kind who vows and vums that he “takes a cold bath every morning of his life, summer and win- | ter." The poor unveracious simp! turned Alice-blue around the gills | ‘and lips before he'd got up to his ankles in the sea water. Almost every unencumbered feller can and does meet at the crafty-cyed, dollikin woman et eeiree five or So whose husband going to “come down next Sain iaee —vut Whose said hubby, ae j never seems to come ra aan Amelie Rives (Princess ‘Troubets+ that ‘This is the season when folks who are going away for the summer turn their cats into the streets, It's fright- | Koy) told an Interviewer recently her young-womanhood seemed & tere ribly long time ago to her. It doesn’t” to us. It seems Just about last week when we interviewed her soon she'l written her first book, " Quick or the Dead,” and peahaniie ore anata ond time, Ma leaned over and whis- pered, confidentially: “There's one ki of policy you verlooked, Milton." ‘tter hi a oNSWhat's that?” Beoma abouts weak aaa “One against bronco busting!” gig- |was im 1888, and she wen, aol.