The evening world. Newspaper, July 26, 1915, Page 12

The Eve England and t! All Countries in the International Postal Union. A HORROR AND A WARNING. . (OAGC’S excursion boat disaster is appalling enough to make a nation shudder. It ought also to make « nation think. Evidence which proves that between two and three thousand Pleasure seekers were hustled aboard a craft known to be faulty in design, which hed already upon two previous occasions harrowly | missed drowning its load of passengers, is sickening. ; Three Government inspectors, we are told, were present at the |) | Glark Street wharf to make sure the Eastland wee not overcrowded! How can anybody say when a boat is overcrowded unless they consider her build, her ballast, her centre of gravity and her record? Five hundred people might be too many on an ill-constructed craft ven though she had deck space for five thousand. ‘The defects of the Eastland were notorious, Companies that tried to handle her and the architect that sought to make her eater were well aware of them. Tt seems to have been established that whoever loaded tha upper Geoks of this steamer to their capacity took terrible chances. Did the Government inspectors know nothing of all this? All over the country at this time of year millions crowd steamers many more are to follow. The American way is to fill the decks oud not worry until something happens. “crank” steamboats and revamped relics of ferry service are being at a wholesale risk of life? fafy Federal authority that their floating stock is seaworthy and their operating methods safe. > How far is Federal inspection a farce? ate ‘The more the nation reade the latest note to Germany the more it becomes the nation’s note. Which is the highest trib- me ute its author could ask for it. ' (WHY NOT JUSTICE FOR RICHMOND? ” ITY OFFICIAIA, inchrding the Mayor, the Comptroller and President McAneny of the Board of Aldermen, last week ap- proved a new $4,000,000 tunnel project to further link Man- Reitan and Queens, .. Residents of Staten Island who ask for an extension of the pres- _ @at transfer system between the Municipal Ferry and Manhattan sur- - pe peat elevated lines may well refuse to listen to the city’s plea _. The Queensboro Bridge, which cost $17,500,000, is operated as free bridge for the convenience of Queens and Manhattan at an loss of more than $48,000. Yet the Board of Estimate is ., willing to supply $4,000,000 for another link between these pro boroughs. Richmond,| which gets no benefit from any of the costly sub- ‘ways, tubes and bridges that serve other boroughs, is novertheless ~ @xpected to contribute extra taxes to build and maintain them. ___ But wheii it asks merely for better transfer facilities over oxist- fag routes in order to bring it in closer touch with the rest of New York, Richmond is told that the city cannot afford to risk a deficit! ' Four million dollars for a new link to Queens, but not a cent to jhalp Staten Island! | __ Ie it any wonder that Richmond is disgusted with the deal it aia getting? Tt took @ jury fifty-three hours to tind Edward M. Grout guilty of porjury in swearing to a false report concerning the ‘Union Bank of Brooklyn of which he was President. Other bank officials, however, will do well to reflect rather upon the verdict tan the time consumed in reaching it. _ eH FLATS IN FIFTH AVENUE. TS reported that an yen, key will be built on Fifth Ave- : nue at the corner of Street, where the old home of V3 th. Progress Club now etands. ‘ ‘ ‘This lands the flat at last squarely in the céntro of the choicest ‘Tesidential section of New York’s proudest avenue. The Astor man- sion is two dlocks above, the Goelet chateau two blocks below—both et ‘them show places in the most exclusive section of this aristo- - etatio street. The new apartment structure will cost, it is said, $2,500,000 and vill of course be “the finest in the city.” But that cannot change fact that it is all a “flat house.” It used to be stoutly maintained that no building could ever appear in Fifth Avenue Between the Plaza Ninetieth Street. Then a stately pile of flats at the corner of Highty-first Street defied all predic- ‘ And now with one jump the flat house moves twenty blocks dowp—almost mgeting business as the latter pursues its eteady march _' With the destruction of the handsome block facade north of 3 _Fity-seventh Street, of which the Oelrichs house formed the corner, y another of the finest examples of residential architecture eastern side of Fifth Avenue. The same process seems bound or later to invade the sacred stretch above Sixtieth Street. Anybody is free to rearrange New York—to pull it down and ft up again as fancy or interest dictates. after such and ' Hits From Sharp Wits. make woman, When men are idle they want K; Pe yl *| 24 soon an they got Work They wir talk about ore pay.—-Baltimore Star, ¢ person.”—Toledo ee Sometimes a man reveals how little he knows how he talke.— Nashville pa, 16 and excursion boats. Few stop to ask how many are aboard or dow| How many suspected or even condemned craft, how ma Yj used under a disguise of fresh paint and new names to catch money | Steamship companies, captains and officers are supposed to Bat: | ning World Daily Magazine, “Monday. July 26. 1915 Not a “Scrap of Paper” ny | { | j } i by tps Plating oo (the New York Brenttg World.) By J. H. Cassel R. JARR was peacefully sleoping, dreaming rosy dreams. Suddenly he was awakenea by a whirlwind. The door of the room flew open, the window flew up, the bed- clothes were torn from over him, the mattress from under him and he found himself standing on the floor dazed and dumb watching pillows, sheets and coverlet going out of the window, Befa@re they were all out the win- dow came down with a@ soft thud, holding them half out and half In. This is a process known among women as “airing the bedclothes.” It is generally done on a day when it is sure to rain. ' ‘The whirlwind was still whirling in the room. Cl ‘8 were being upset, the bed itself was pushed aside from the wall and the broom flew under it. Then the whirlwind spoke: “If you haven't anything better to do than to eleep all day, go down to your oMfce and do it. There isn't a thing ever done in this house unless I do it, and the dust is that thick on everything that you oan write your name on it, Please get out of here and let me straighten up this room.” ‘Then Mr, Jarr realised that the whirlwind was Mrs, Jarr. She had on a wrapper, her hair was bound up 11 @ dust -cloth, “old fingerless glov were on her hands, Mrs. Jarr wagen the rampage and all #0: of violent crimes against the peace and quict of the home were to be committed this day as sacrifice to the fetish of cleaning house. Mr, Jarr dug out his clothes and donned such as he could find. He was oven afraid to assert himeelf to the extent of tearing up a frayed col- lar that had been very carefully sent to the laundry, although it was ap- parent that it wasn't worthy of being worn again. “I wonder why they have to goad themselves on in a rage and fury to clean up the house?” thought Mr, Jarr to himself, “Why can’t bedclothes be hung out of the window with a merry laught Why can’t they hum some gay old song’or trill a roundelay when they are turning over a mat- tress? Why must sweeping lint off & carpet and wiping dust off the man- tel and picture frames be accompan- led by set teeth and frowning brow?” ‘This last occurred to him because he could hear the volce of Mrs. Jarr in angry tones arising in the kitchen, “Look at that sink! Do you ever put any lye down in it? No! That's deft for ME to doi I pay people to The Jarr Family _By Roy-L. McCardell Copyright, 1915, by The Prose Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), McCardell do the work, and then when It's to be done I do it myself. Look at this cupboard! Who put these scraps of stale bread and these potato peelings here? And those new pans I bought only a week or so ago! Look at them! All rusted or burned or have holes in them! And the handles off this china- ware. If it were taken out of some people's wages they woulln't be so quick to sm things! And using those new glass towels for dish rags and floor cloths! I do declare, it would drive a saint mad!” Mr. Jarr expected to hear an angry rejoinder—expected to hoar Gertrude's high defiance and demand of wages Reflections By Helen while? The seven “ideals” of woman: that they comply with the pure food It's a wise father that knows as of infant precocity. make love to if he wants to, but one if he doesn’t want to, A woman's goodness is determined by the temptations that don't come to her; a man's by the temptations he doesn’t go after. Opposition is the life of the love game—because, to a man, love 1s not a grande passion but a grand' perversity. There are many styles of @irtation—simple and complex, all-silk and imitation, full-length and abbreviated-—each with a different label, but all with the same design. Most men have heart enough to love more than one woman at a time, but few of them have brains enough not to try. High-brow women are Hke advice—most men prefer to take them in homeopathic doses, | A Bachelor Girl Copyright, 1916, by The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World) LAS! how is @ man to recognize the right woman when he meets her, when so many of them seem to be “the right woman"—for a littl First, an actor; second, a fashion plate; third, a heart-breaker; fourth, a soul-mate; fifth, a chum; sixth, a fi cler; seventh—the man she happened to get. A woman must keep her conscience, her complexion and her reputation snow-white; but a man {s satisfied if he can just manage to keep his so The kind of girl a man likes to meet, nowadays, is not one that he can ‘Rowland Mr. Jarr Wonders if Housecleaning due and that she might be pormijted one glance at the outfit and fled. to depart. Two hours Jater Mrs. Jarr, arrayed. in the short intervals of Mrs, Jarr's| sweetest smile, went downtown to voice wore the sounds of scrub brush | shop, at peace with all-the world. The the muffled thumps of somebody in| Until the next time! ak awed haste moving around on their | => weaTiie m, To Keep Baby Well. And Mr. Jarr was aware of the i t majesty of the anger of the lady of Ouprright, 1915, by Marien ‘P, D, the fact that even Gertrude, their The Nursery. light running domestic, was working simplicity—bulld your nursery in earful silence. around haps, A cold breakfast was set forth on} ant. rf you cannot buy it indoors for ‘our city baby, ventilation ranks next; Jarr, the other portion of the table cy being covered with silver and glass- nigh with & screen protects baby frém draughts. Choose the biggest room available, Bigness means more holstery are germ-catchors. Drying re) of clothes, cooking of cereals and For night care burn a small wax light. what signifies health is @ floor that can be daily wiped with dust mop rugs, use soft ones that can be washed, By cleanliness we mean not water kind, but the scientific, germ- free variety. nothing is so pure and sweet as white), what signifies is enamel walls washed down frequently and disin. |fected in case of contagion, infancy gives way to a crib with @ firm-spring. A soft mattress, a cot- Was Included in Old-Time Tortures But the only sound that followed] in her newest gown and wearing her goltlg over ollcloth in the kitchen and} housecleaning rampage was over— knees in dirty, soapy water, By Marion Barton. the house on a cleaning rampage by UNSHINE, pure air, cleanliness, desperately and in awed and perhaps Sunshine is the supreme disinfect- part of the dining room table for Mr. current of fresh air day and ware set out to clean. Mr. Jarr gave: breathing space. Draperies and up- burning gas at night devitalize air, Whether hardwood or linoleum, or a damp cloth. If you must bave the cozy, old fashioned @oap and Whatever your color scheme (and instead of papered, so they can be ‘The cozy, portable basket bed ot ton spread to replace the wool blan! of cool days, and a thin pillow mi a comfortable summer nest. Many | doctors deny children pillows; any Upping of the larynx hinders free passage of air to lungs. Chairs rank next—a low, armless one for ther when she dresses baby and a sniall rocker when s! cuddles him, Tipping over easily, high chairs and baby rockers are al- ways dangerous, Brain trouble often springs from bumps. For meals a low table and those delightful chairs such as kindergartens use aré much safer and better loved. Eves in sujmmer remember nerve erfergy needed for often expended on skin sui %, that even robust sleepers need to have ever so light covers pinned to erib- sides, The “runabout,” exploring baby should be safeguarded by a wooden gate at hiv door, with a spring fastener secure from prying, tremu- lous fingers. During sun-glare and naps, darkish shades should be drawt, and at all times baby’s eyes protected. Sunstruck eyes mean adult. spectacles. Hot weather and the pest of insects demand window screens bolted in to forestall tum- bles—or slats and tacked-in mos- quito net. For the virtue of any ‘@ ite openness, > laws. much as bis own child in these days that he doesn't have to make love to, that ‘owth is ’ @| wore coats of mall, JAIL THE JOHNNIES! By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. 1X young men have just ‘een arrested—and fined—in ome S evening for annoying New York girls who were going home from the factories where they work. There is not even an issue of veracity between the girls and the men, for the police inter- vened at the request of the factory owners, and, according to the \testimony of eyewitnesses in plain clothes, the youths pressed their | attentions on the girls after the latter had shown that they wished to be left alone. / Tf there is one person in the world who deserves protection om our streets it.is the self-respecting young woman who passes through them night and morning on her way to and from her job in shop, office or factory. The fact that she is ordinarily self-respecting received added emphasis a little while ago, when thousands of her indignantly turned upon certain unwise champions who wailed that |she was being “forced into immorality.” She isn’t; and as for the | Johnnies, she can and does defend herself against them. But it’s » |shame that she should ‘be compelled to do so. | Tt has been the Atherican boast that no American girl needé « |chaperon, that alone she can travef anywhere on this continent with- out being insulted. Unfortunately, the biggest American city seems jto be doing its best to shatter this tradition. There is, perhaps, one way to revive it. If a few of the half-portion Lotharios who think they qualify as men of the world by bothering tired girls on their , Way home from work were locked up in an unromantic jail instead of being fined a few dollars, the sport of girl-baiting might become less popular in Manhattan. The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune | Copsright, 1915, by The s'rese Publishing Oo, (The New York Dvening World), No. 30—THE SIGNAL MAN, By Charles Dickens, Signal Man's nervous system was a wreck, And hie was a job that called for cold steel nerves. He was in charge of a railway signal station in @ cut, just « few rods away from a tunnel. On the correctness of his signale depended the eafety of many lives. And for years the signal had been correct and the Signal Man’s nerves hed remained steady. If unconsciously he felt the long strain and respon- sibility be did not realize it. ' Then came the first of the strange happenings that left him shaken and panic-stricken. “One moonlit night,” he tremblingly confided to a friend, “I heard a voice cry, ‘Halloa! Below there!’ I started up and saw some one standing by the red light near the tunnel, waving. The voice seemed hoarse with shouting, and it cried, ‘Look out! Look out!’ And then again, ‘Halloa! Be ‘ - low there! Look out!’ I caught up my lamp, turned {t on red, and ran 4 , toward the figure, calling, ‘What's wrong? What. has } The } happened? Where?’ It stood just outside the black- Appariticn. ness of the tunnel. Its sleeve was held naroas its eyes, o > Tran right up at it, and had my hand stretched out pull the sleeve away when it was gone. I telegraphed both ways, ‘An ala: has been given. Is anything wrong? The answer came back, both ways, ‘All's well!l’” He went on to tell that six hours after hin odd warning the most ter- rible accident ocourred that the railway had ever known, Some time later he eaw the same figure of a man with an arm across its eyes and heard the same shouted warning: “Below there! Look out!” And within an hour or two a woman passenger had died as the train en- tered the tunnel, The Signal Man was in a stato of utter terror, He dreaded the ape parition’s next coming. Yet within one week it came aguin, and yet again, | with {ts former warning and seeming to yoll: “For ‘8 8 clear the | way j What ig it warning against?” he mused, while with fear | danger? WHERE is the danger? Thero IS danger overhanging somewhere on the Lane. Some dreadful calamity will happen. But what can ldo? If telegraph ‘Danger,’ on either side of me, or on both, 1 can give no reason for it. I should get into trouble and do no good. They would think I was mad, This Is the way it would work—Message: ‘Danger! Take care!’ Answer: ‘What danger? Where?’ Message: ‘Don't know, But take carel’ They would displace me. Whot else could they do?” Soon came the climax. banner, One morning a friend going to visit the Stgnat The H Man found him dead, with a little grogp of railway } Catastrophe. employees standing around him. He had been struck prmnnmmorcomrrn ) hy the express at the edge of the tunnel, though he had had ample time to get out of its way. The engineer shudderingly described the accident: “Coming round the curve in the tunnel," he said, “I saw him at the end, as if I saw him down a perspective glass. There was no time to check speed, and I knew him to be very careful. As he didn’t seem to take heed of the whistle, I shut it off when we were running down upon him, and called to him ag loud as I could call, I said: ‘Below there! Look out! Look out! . For God's sake, clear the way!’ I never left off calling to him. I put this arm before my eyes not to see, and I waved this arm to the last, but it was no use.” "What is the ° Cupid’s Summer Correspondence ; By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1015, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), The Poet. iit tenk her niseling in the Nght ‘ of hig most powerful ally-—the moon. PAREST PSYCHE: He started off with: You know in the last few ‘The night—the light—bvlack with sil- summers poets have gone out of style, I haven't had to squelch a ver shot, Softly it filters through"— long-haired shedder of iambics since way back in nineteen-ten, I think. “Ob,” gushed Rosemarie, © “fou should have been a designer. Could anything be more wonderful than a At one time the summer resorts|black-and-silver gown! were flooded with them and I was wenn night, 1 mean,” rmured he, kopt busy manufacturing extra-point- seneen’ = s tle evening gown,’ ed arrows, for the slushier the porfl Then he was allent. Me was see the more flint-hearted is he! verely woundgd in the poetic poise, In the way-back-far days, when|A little further on he tried again, was poesie and its spoutors| "TC sands, beneath the ever-rolting wave, my fe was 2| cround to a glassy dust, lo pave torture, And through all the styles of| The rhymed rot, up to and including the When we were in Venice," ine deadly limerick landslide, 1 haVe been | lerrupted Rosemarie, “we went across bored to death putting poets out of|to the glass factories, That wus the business. time I ever knew that sand was And now, as J say, after a few|good fot anything except to make years’ rest, 1 run into one, head-on, | beaches.” 4 and his heart goes through a regular ou have no soul for poetry, have spring thaw ovér Rosemarie. you? he inquired somberly, poatry Of course he was as good as canned} “Poetry!” ejaculated Rosemarie, “IL from the start. | wouldn’ vs y{adore it! isn’t this a duck of a poem? sanction to tying up to a poet, no matter what | had against the girl Imagine coming down to the break- fast table, grouch-ground find yaw~ “"Wille picked an apple green, eagert dd nibble, i wis’ 4 Susie watched him double up; ~ pled Ishkabibule!’ 1.08 “T just dote on that one!" Later on L saw him, a solitary fig. ure ou tho beach, reading “An Ode to a Canteloupe,.” by the light of the moon. Rosemurie with young Dash nerved, to have your vis-a-vis tell you how punk the coffee is, in hex- ameter, and have the weather indica - tions read to you in blank verse! of conversation is a4 ) had that will bring In a dollar, from flora|*You said it, aon!” Fondly al and fauna to flapjacks. He the CUPID, real, born-with-it variety—barber-! P. 8.—The “Married Man” |g nexs proof and soft- on the tapls for slaughter, - id