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aks “ESTADLISIHOD BY JO“EPH PUL! Pally Maoept Gunter NY tow. New York PULITZON, Preeidont, 62 Park Row. es Ww, ett , 68 Parl Ww, sosbris BEAM Sra Becrotary, @ ‘Row, New York as Second-Class For England and the All Countries in the International Postal Unio Matter. THE CASE OF THE ORDUNA. he Eve “Lest We Forget!” # ITZER, the Press Publishing Company, Nos. 63 to Continent aad ‘LL surmise as to Germany’s intentions, based upon her alleged change of ice in submarine attack, can be suspended. _ortaang as to the treatment of the Orduna leaves weight to tho argument that, because German torpedoes have of late sent unarmed and innocent American travellers to the y of the sea, Germany is recognizing by her acts rights which ‘will not yet admit in words. | ‘Rooording to the bost evidence obtainable, the Orduna, with * » > i : Americans among her passengers, was attacked without ing halted or warned. Only because a torpedo was badly aimed did ‘escape being sent to the bottom with the same ruthless indiffer- iss as to the etatus or fate of those on board that attended the of the Lusitania. Worse still, the Orduna was marked for on her weetern voyage when she carried no munitions of if or contraband of any sort. \ _ Obviously then, Germany’s apologies for the Nebraskan incident ‘Bot indicate her submarine policy as it affects the safety of Ameri- ss on enemy merchantmen nor did she mean that they should. The can flew the American flag—another matter altogether. German submarine deliberately sought to sink the Orduna ‘warning it means that Germany is determined to do the same ‘any British merchantman she can catch, regardless of how many cans are among the murdered. ‘ It ceases entirely to be a question of what anybody thinks Ger- y is doing. The sole point at issue is what the German Govern- Fis ready to assure the United States that it will do. We have made too many excuses for the Wilhelmstrasse. We been too ready to interpret facts in its favor, to believe it better toward us than it is. The case of the Orduns brings us ly to our senses. fothing but chance is saving this country from another shock the sinking of the Lusitania. — « ‘More than é¥er wo must have from Germany « prompt declera- % in plain words. Does she or does she not mean to observe the of search and seizure of merchant vessels such as have governed belligerents? If the reply is no, we have nothing further to discuss with the fman Goyernment. “We ¢hall be too busy preparing to protect our _—_—_ A QUICK VETO IN ORDER. SFUHTE attempt to got back the use of the public streets for private By by means of an ordinance which permits sight-seeing } gatos to stand in front of buildings where the ownérs’ consent is rightly opposed by all who understand the measure. If this ordinance;-which was railroaded through the Board of ' ever becomes law it means the first step in a return to the -gonditions under which private companies monopolized hack- tana privileges in the city streets. Out of such privileges grew the system of taxicab graft and extortion which The Evening fought end finslly routed. , present-public hack ordinance, secured by the efforts of this > was meant to give a fair and equal chance to all vehicles Hing for public’ service under proper license, and to keep ly trom ever again getting a hold on the public streets. ordinance has stood all tests. The more rigidly it has been the more successful it has proved. York does not wish to be forced into any new struggle to street privileges from the grip of private interests that arro- ] them. MiPhe Mayor should promptly veto the sight-seeing car ordinance. th his veto should go a message to the Aldermen which will dis- Mrage further attempts of this sort to move the city backward as pads the free-for-all use of its thoroughfares. : ——<4- THE HUMAN EQUATION. JHOUGH the murderous attack on Leo Frank at the Georgia '. Btste Farm appears to have been the act of a crazed fellow _ onvict, it is only too natural to feel that the lawless pas- which from the first clamored for Frank’s life has somehow post succeeded in “getting” him. Justice had a tough time to pro- man. Interfering hands are still reaching for him. ‘Bat it is not in Georgia alone that justice suffers from the hu- 1 When the foreman of the jury that pronounced Thaw tonstitutes himself press agent for the once adjudged murderer, the killing of Stanford White on grounds of “natural law,” ts views of crime which should have kept him out of any jury what can justice in this State do but blush? We try to-uphold the law. If only we could uphold it high to keep it ont of reach of thhse who are unfit to touch it! Hits From Sharp Wits. into a mirror to % ¢ tt, mop A man bas a hauntin, Impression that she looks|when he remembers that Mate wes it; & man stares into one in| something that he meant to remem- bluff himself into thinking|ber and can't remember what it Fnquirer, was.—Albany Journ ° . , jueer old language. ‘ mien fellow is down, 145 ede this country keeps the nobody else seems to Woman wants the last word. Man is satisfied with the last laugh, . Trouble ahead looks bigger than trouble we have passed.—Toledo . Pick out the hardest way to do thing and you'll know you"are doing it according to etiquette.—Philadel- phia Telegraph. a the People 7s you meet @ man who t erie iA. fi The Jarr Family By Roy L. Copyright, 1016, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Dvening World), “J BELIEVE,” remarked Mr. Jarr the other evening, “that nine widows out of ten, if they ‘Would toll the truth about it, are more pleased than pained at their lot.” “What do you mean?” asked Mrs. Jarr, sharply. “Just what I said,” replied Mr. Jarr. \All the widows I ever met, allowing them a little time to dry their tears, are suspiciously serene and satisfied.” “Poor widows?" asked Mra. Jarr. “There!” cried Mr. ee ‘Your very remark proves what I say. I s0@ @ lot of widows whose whole air tmplies, ‘Well, he's gone, but, thank goodness, be couldn't take his money with him!’” bai “That's the way all you : said Mrs, Jarr. “You are all so self. ish that, while you wouldn't want u! | to marry again, you regret the fact that you mrt rovide for us to keep us from marryine again. I'll admit that it 1s some consolation to a widow to k: v she need not worry 2’ ut her income ~-* also to realize that she has some money of her own at last, and she can spend what she wants to spend and doesn’t have to obtain money under false pretenses every time she needs a new dress or @ new hat!" “Widows wear mourning; that isn't it," eald Mr, Jarr. “But do you know that good mourn- ing 1s very expensive? The houses that mak pecialty of mourning goots ch terribly,” she replied, “Been investigating?” “No, I haven't,” said Mrs, Jarr, “but IT went with Mrs, Kittingly to price things, the time fer husband was #o iil, She didn’t Intend to gp into full mourning for him because he had been a brute to her, and even after she got her decree he always waited until the very last minute the law allowed to send her a check for her alimony, “@o," continued Mrs. Jarr after » pause, “she was only going into half- mourning, and she saw some of the most beautiful effects in black and white; and black and white combina- tions are all the style now.” “Indeed!” remarked Mr. Jarr, “Yes,” Mra, Jarr went on, “but al- though the prices were terrible for half-mourning it was so becoming to her ght bair and blond complexion that when she heard he had entirely ning World Daily Mag ALs RM, we McCardell widow's grief is in reverse ratio to the Property left her. The smailer the property, the greater her grief; the greater the property, the quicker her tears dry.” “If she hasn't been left with @ lot of children on her hands she may be better off: without a husband who couldn't make a good living,” ventured Mre, Jarr. “I'll bet there are more merry wid- ows than mournful ones,” sald Mr. Jarr. “And go you think most widows are rather glad of it?” asked Mrs. Jarr. Mr. Jarr nodded. “Then why do they almost invari- ably marry again?” asked Mrs. Jarr. “I don't know why,” said Mr. Jarr. “Unless it’s the placid pleasure with which they anticipate wearing weeds again.” Then he got up and walked out to Reflections of A Bachelor Gir] y Helen“ Rowland Copyright, 1918, by The Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Kvening World), @ A MARRIED man {is merely a bachelor who has proposed once too band left no estate when he died.” “But he didn’t die,” said Mrs. Jarr. “Yet, as she said, that was always his way. She told me that when he knew her heart was set on anything it was just lke him to disappoint her.” “That's what a lot of them say,” replied Mr. Jarr. “And so when they become real widows the vagaries of husbands no longer annoy them. Suppose I had a lot of money and were to depart this earth, would you care?” “What a heartless question to ask!” cried Mrs, Jarr, in a grieved tone, “You haven't any money. And that reminds me, did you pay your life in- urance?” ‘Yes, I aia,” eaid Mr, Jarr, “And I often, ” The hardest problem of the average girl's life is how to reform a young man with one hand, while she lets hjm hold the other. Alas! it 1s so difficult to find just the happy medium between a man whose impatience to begin making love to you shocks you, and ona whose patience gets on your nerves. A fascinating man can win almost any woman he wants in this world; but the trouble is that that kind of man never knows just which woman be | wants, a When a man goes about calling himself a fool he fancies that the ad- mission not only atones for his folly, but gives him @ license to go right on being as foolish as he likes, No Woman was ever kissed “against her will.” There {s a look of warn- ing in @ woman's eye that freezes the most audacious man's impertinence into stone, and makes his conscience strike through and button right up the back, There is only enough material in every heart for one real love in a life- time; all the rest are merely its warmed-over remnants served with » dif- ferent sauc. recovered she cried as if her heart would break.” “And all that bears out what I'eay,” eaid Mr, Jarr, “Here was Mrs. Ki! only @ grass widow, with an Willing to risk the her divorced hus. LRM RS mat mas The time for repentance is between the temptation and the kiss—no man will believe you, afterward. A woman may are man from hs eemiet, fom his in, o rom hi but his ~ Diy, azine, Mon day. July 19, By J. H. Cassel Mr. Jarr Wonders Whether His Wife Would Be a Merry or Mcurnful Widow bet I'm right in what I say, that aj the dining room and she feared to make any reply. It was pinochle night and the guile of men passeth all upderstanding. Maybe he was trying to pick a fuss it to get an excuse to rush out! To Keep Baby Well. By Marion Barton. Coprright, 1915, ty Marion T, D, Barton, Free Play. 66T\ON'T climb the bench back, Angel. Sit still—like a nice boy,” exhorted a mother. The instinct to climb is ancestral, inherited from our forbears, who scaled trees, No four-year-old worth his milk sits “still” while there’s a bench, rail or policed shrub left in the park. Why take a child outdoors for exercise and joy and then compel him to abnormal nice- ties? Why encourage a child to outshine fourteen others for three hours, allow her to overload her tummy with ice- cream, cake, candy and lemonade, overstimulate combustible young nerves with romping games, prizes and the impact of fourteen other violent egos against an only-child’s own—and then punish her when these poor nerves break in a street tan- trum? Why give a child a drum, horn or squawker and then thrash’ him for |logical, prompt extraction of all the noisy joy that lies in the toy? Only a stupid child will fail to explore any newness. At meals why set your hopeful in a high chair, face to face with food: that you know will harm him, him there, and then spat his ds when he strives to help himself or yells because you deny him some? ‘Why not feed baby half an hour be- fore your own meal—cereals, milk and by foods appropriate—thus saving him the refusal of everything he wants but must not have? This constant repression of quite natural play instincts and personauty, 80 supervised, domineered and nagged by adults in their stupid conviotion that they are “caring” for a child, often ends in making a booby of a weak and a bully of a strong natured youngster. Let the first law be to put a child where he may fairly, safely express himself without danger or stint. If he bumps his precious head climbing park benches, any boy not dolt soon learns caution. If Tom scrapes the skin off his knee-caps by reckless roller skating he soon learns the logic of the punishment. If Patty sits on the damp grass and misses a dancing class because of sore throat, she has a better chance of learning hygiene than if she were snapped onto her feet by superior force, All of which swings around to the the acres of sunned, safe play spa on our magnificent roof tops—schools, apartment houses, even tenements— where children might romp and thrive ith, noise and dan- idea |the small, homely man, Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), NO. 27.—THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW; by Wash- ington Irving. 1 CHABOD CRANE was schoolmaster at Sleepy Hollow, the old Dute’ settlement that nestled drowsily among the Hudson hills. He was @ lanky, poverty-stricken creature, was Ichabod, and a firm be Two Lovers and a Maid. Hever fn ghosts and witchcraft. Yet he was a very learned mam, having read two or three books quite through. Brom Van Brunt, a young farmer of the neighborhood, was the local owt up. He was a giant in size and strength, and was forever playing rough Practical jokes that quite appalled the spindly and timorous little Ichabod. , Both Ichabod and Brom were in love with Katrina Van Tassel. Katrina was the only daughter of fat Baltus Van Tassel, the richest farmer for around. e She was a little beauty, and she was only eighteen. These two attributes helped to win Brom’s heart. Katrina was also an heiress, and her husband would be able to loaf in luxury all his life. These inducements wholly en- raptured Ichabod and made him adore her. 4 ' é Brom was no Romeo. He could not woo in auch 4 lofty language as could Ichabod. All he could do wae to love Katrina to distraction and yearn to smash every bone in his rival's lank body. So, for a time, the courtship lagged on; Ichabod’s eloquence and education making him look like an easy winner. Brom @l- best gave up hope. And Katrina—well, no one knew just how she felt about t all, Then, one moonlit autumn night, the whole neighborhood was invited to a quilting frolic at Baltus Van Tassel’s great rambling farmhouse. After the feast and the dancing, the guests fell to telling ghost-stortes, The old settlement-(this was just a few years after the Revolution) —was alive with superstitions. But the favorite story of the evening was that of the famous Headless Horseman, This horseman was supposed to be the ghost of a slain Hessian. He was said to gallop forth from the graveyard at midnight, mounted on a hage black steed, and gallop madly along the hill roads, Woe to the belated traveller he might chance to meet! | At last the party broke up, and the guests scattered. Ichabod Crane started homeward along the lonely moonwashed road, astride a bony old plough horse he had borrowed. As he rode, his mind ran back shudderingty to the story of the Headless Horseman. All at once a rider on a big black horse jogged along at his side. In the moonlight he noticed the man was muffled in a black cloak and seemed to have no head on his shoulders. Then, with a gasp of horror, Ichabod ea the black-clad man had a head. But it rested, not on his neck, but on the pommel of his saddle. The Headless Horseman! With a terrified howl, Ichabod set spurs to his horse. The Hea ¥ Horsemah gave chase. As Ichabod galloped across a bridge he looked over his shoulder, just in time to see the Horseman lift his spectral hi with both hands and hurl it at him. The head burst as it struck Ic full in the back. The shock and his own fear sent the poor schoolmaster sprawling senseless in the road. In the morning the folk of Sleepy Hollow found Ichabod’s borrowed é horse quietly grazing. They also found near the h Myeseiiene bridge a shattered pumpkin. But Ichabod Crane him- F 2 Rac nct self was never again seen in the vicinity. People 3 ppea nap thought the Headless Horseman or some other spectre ammnmoornnn® nad destroyed him, until long afterward « farmer Te- ported seeing him in New York. Brom Van Brunt and Katrina were duly married. The bridegroom al- ways went into roars of mysterious laughter when the tale of Ichabod's dis-° appearance was told. Cupid’s Summer Correspondence By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), The Moneyed Sport. laid eyes on Rosemarie he made up Dear Psyche:—Rosemarie has been|D'# mind she'd be his wife. Every touchy all this week, because | {me he'd come around to take very touchy a is week, mother and daughter out in his ° last Saturday, when she was out in| bluish oar motherd throw @ i young Giltrock’s hydroplane, her par- | would be a great match and do away asol was blown from her hands, when | With the idea of hocking the Shetfield they were going full speed, and she R i plate, So I let things drift until one 4, came home all sunburned. h night © Even a brunette is a sad sight when te and the Moneyed, Sport were strolling on the ¢ she's burned—but a pale-gold blonde with rose-petal skin is a living trag- walk. The moon was es ant, @ regular lovertoones edy when Old Sol gets in his fine work. Suppose you know I'm mad * you,” he said, suddenly, rte | he were ordering spring Iaind “with , peeved as she was, I knew any/| Mint sauce. ewain I'd throw in her way would le gasped. get all that was coming to him. I am not gifted with second-sight,” Picked the one I disliked most—the 2 Moneyed Sport. It seems to me that every summer @ new brand of bounder up. Only @ variation on the origi ipe- cies, to be sure—but who would think there could be so many variations? This one was the sort who goes into a drug store, order: five-cent lemon jhosphate and haul bolster of yel~ lowbacks from his jeans in a vain en- deavor to find one smaller than twenty to pay the check. The kind who sits at a restaurant table and, if the waiter gets off the horizon for ond, raps on the table and service here, please, for, anyway? I know my rights get a more concise picture, clothe him in a shepherd check guit, huge diamond and over-glazed fihger. He was fat, bal Well, he'd alway jamond. Yours, into thinking he'd had his own way| P. 8.—her next prey isa with the fair sex, and the minute he’ Poet. oneneire: as good as ir want for a thing. and father will live in a ru moke iy A @ queen of swathe you in pearls. ‘nink well you answer. Don't rows chance like this away, little gir,” He opened a white velvet case, four-carat ind in a delicate the moon's. A second later there was a (awd He Sonne “= the velvet case salute: 0 sands, feet below. ay Rosemarie stared into his face, eyes burning hate. Then she “Diamonds are too common, o 2 ZOU wonr. them!” stood on that spot staring her for fully ten minutes after left. aa abe’é en he went down to look for | Le So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), 4 on a porch with nice|Sayers tell us), the Broth A CTRL On cee and white eilk| Maa Id just arvund the commons stockings can’t help but con- Sider her fest terribly fascinating. Watch her and notice how frequently she sneaks little admiring glances at ‘em. Speaking generally, it's the who owns no car at all and hag 20 Prospect of ever owning one who makes the cheap cracks about the expensive cars uf his friepds. Yea chap bout the time a young girl oaks’ ner loveliest with her down hanging hair embellished by a fine big fluffy ribbon bow begins to nag her mother to be lowed to put her hair yp. It growing girls knew how much rarely hear ‘the fellow who Owns a igh-prices talk! “flivvers.”” ag car When you hear a woman “The more I know men the better 'T si dogs,” you mi fely la: eighty to one that ahe's bees * Dares “J fun, comfort, protection and valuable Companionship they can get out of making themselves pals of their fathers more of them would play that system. r tried wither, game, 20 speaking randomly, but faur opinion ’the girl who rides on the rear side of a motorcycle with her bedu has got it all over the boy in the trenches for dare-devilisb heroism and endurance. We've ne The trouble with some of us is that wo make the inventory of ourselves with a carpenter's pencil and of other folka with a hair fine pen, ‘The large, -lookin, will be a Makan man always big stiff to Inter will be to the foriosr a sawed: ett shrimp; even if (as the Saye ute Sd ras Poor Picker. quickly @ rmed fool boy 4j can kid a Sweet Girl Graduate eae & week after ehe's helped to hold Daisy Chain, out of tryin, to that Thucydides Stuft on Him, & Enigmas of Existence: Purp) ged little girls wearing stockineltea Pencilled eyelashes on @ hot day, napkin provided at some bars ww drink of booze, woman's restrained insistence another ‘woman's "aartaieo™ eggs. A scientist fixes the age she — of our acquaint i of at thr:e when and oman coases to i 4