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a ' -Bative plan of ventilation seems to have won favor. The kiosk pro-! 4 A, ‘9 E _ the Commissioner points out, <a ‘outlet dor pent-up vicious temperament, to control which reme- | > to misuse them. It is not much use to restrict the sale of daggers or| _» dynamite in New York if a man can go over to New Jersey and buy pape % World, Tow, fe as Gecond-Clase Matter. sat 4 and the Continent and ties In the International Postal Union. -NO. THE SAME TO ALL. ment, owing to the announcement that the British Foreign Minister is preparing a supplementary communication, means, of course, corresponding delay in the despatch of the Ameri- Cam anewer to Great Britain. This is in many ways unfortunate. It is greatly to be desired Great Britain’s practices on sea—justified by that nation on the pre- tense that she is maintaining a blockade of German ports—shall be speedily published and understood in this country and in Europe. Our view of the jurisdiction of prize courts conflicts with that of England no less than with that of Germany. The American Govern- “ment holds that where treaties cover cases prize courts cannot claim to decide. If this Government did not recognize the decision of a German prize court in the case of the William P. Frye, neither has it yet accepted assumptions of a British prize court in the case of the Zamora. There is reason to believe that a clear, uncompromising state- ment of this nation's views addregsed to London might have a salutary effect in removing the Sailnet delusion harbored in German circles that the United States is snuggling up to Great Britain. Be- fore the next German message to Washington is composed this fdolish obsession ought to be dispelled. - The United States declares its rights upon the sea to all nations with equal firmness, equal friendliness, equal finality. lamation of this fact to England is the one thing most likely te Specific proc- —\——4--———___—_ Jaly 28, 1914—July 28, 1915. The longest step backward the world has taken since it began to walk. ey WHY RULE OUT THE KIOSK? VERY TIME the Public Service Commission holds a hearing) of the question of subway ventilation, merchants, property | owners and health authorities condemn the unsightly, unsani-| tary sidewalk gratings. William R. Willcox, former Public Service | Commissioner, declared before the Commission this week that these | foal sir vents belong properly to the Stone Age. “tn the ventilation of the subway we have not advanced from prehistoric times. The people who lived in sod huts and ¥ the Indians who lived in tents ventilated their abodes by cutting @ hole in the roof, and that is just the plan that is being con- | eidered for the subways.” u. . The verdict against the gratings is overwhelming. But no alter- ‘posal was hustled out of sight. We wonder why? The kiosk could ‘combine ventilating fan, emergency stairway and useful service in. ‘the etreets. As The Evening World has pointed out, there is no rea-| ‘son why the kiosks should be built as a private advertising venture. <The city itself could build and rent them for newsstands, as well as ‘gfor theatre and other advertising in regulated, sightly forms. \ The ornamental bronze kiosk, with its gay posters and inviting | _ Bews counter, is one of the familiar and attractive street features of Baropean capitals. Why is New York afraid of it? ee Eight investigations are trying to fix responsibility for the Bastiand disaster, One would have prevented it end saved 1,600 lives, en TOO EASY TO BUY WEAPONS. HE knife is replacing the.gun as an instrament of murder in the city, according to the Police Commissioner’s report for I the second quarter of the current year. In the last three) months there have been sixty-five homicides as against sixty-one in | the year’s first quarter. Shooting has materially decreased. But,| ‘The increase in the number of knife cases reflects another * ial legislation, as in the case of revolvers, is undoubtedly fhecessary. Murderous impulse is often the matter of a moment. Instance after instance can be cited where, if an assailant at a critical moment had found neither gun nor knife for his fingers to close around, there| would have been no killing. Even premeditated and contract murder could be made more difficult and therefore more rare by stringent ~ Aawe against the sale and purchase of @eath-dealing weapons. The means of murder and destruction are far too easily obtain- able. Revolvers, guns, knives, dynamite—all these things should be _ gold under restrictions that would make it possible to keep track of, what becomes of them. | Moreover, neighboring States must co-operate if dangerous weap-, | ons and explosives are to be kept out of the hands of persons likely aw valiseful of either. +> - While Uncle Sam is busy with dmportant correspondence Mexioo has time to lodge more bullets in its badly splintered government ene 4 ‘The trouble at Bayonne ends with the late “mob” peaceably @ work while the Sheriff reads the riot act to the striking Jersey City police officials. Hits From Sharp Wits. ‘The difference between recreation @issipation is largely the differ- between getting hot and keeping are many he has himself little they really mean’ a. 8 given and how) If any one tries hard to sell you something which he says many others are eager to buy, it Is likely to be to your advantage to let one of the others buy it—Albany Journal, We eee people who are ‘by hvill "t know who invented the ‘ abl pea The Evening Wo Men 08 ier Sees oe om © 0.78) ay 19,699 BLAY in the publication of the British note to this Govern- that opinions entertained by the United States regarding certain of | | impress its truth upon the slow Teutonic mind. | } | ®asped Mrs, Jarr. + « By Roy L. Copyright, 1915, by The Prose Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), RS. JARR clutched at her heart. From the street be- low, up the stairs and into the Jarr flat came the cry: “Boo hoo! Waugh! Boo M | hoo!” There were a million little chil- dren on that street, but from the mo- ment the first note struck her ear Mrs. Jarr knew whose wail it was. It was the voice of her darling boy. Visions of mangled limbs from wagons and automobiles — doctors, nurs crutches—filled the mother's soul with dread, She had hardly strength to turn the cateh of the patent lock and the door handle, but turn it she did and there stood her bawling boy with a-mud- died coat front and trousers and a thin trickle of blood from his mouth. His little sister stood beside him. “What is it, dear? What is it?” ‘rr, Whereat the in- jured and muddied one replied, “Boo hoo! Boo hoo! Waugh! Waugh!" “He fell in the street and broke his tooth,” cried the little girl. “Let your brother tell me,” cried Mrs. Jarr, excitedly, “I want to see if he can speak. Tell mother, my poor darling, tell mother.” “Waugh! Waugh! Boo hoo!" bel- lowed the injured one. “It wasn't a good new tooth,” ex- plained the little girl, “it was the front one that was loose. He used to pull it out with his fingers.” “Boo hoo!” yelled the boy again. Then he wiped his nose and mouth on the back of his hand, and in a perfectly rational and calm manner asked: “Can't I have five cents to buy candy, maw?" “We was playing and Johnny Rangie pushed him over,” said the little girl, “I guess he ain't hart much; he's a cry baby!” “Keep your tongue out of the Place or a new tooth won't grow!” cried Mrs, Jarr, “and take that and that and that for playing with that young ruffian, Johnny Rangle! How often have I told you to play with good little boys?” (That and that and that! were smart slaps.) “Won't I ever get another there, maw?" asked the boy, the that and that and that! tooth For had | burt but little and affected him not at all, “I don't believe you will; not if it was a second tooth—oh, was it a second tooth?” cried Mrs, Jarr, “And @ pretty, sight you'll be all the days of your life if it was a second The Jarr Family McCardell © are nothing but @ torment and a worry!” ; The accident had occurred in the afternoon and at his usual time Mr. Jarr returned home in a bad humor. He had had words with his boss, or, rather, the boss had had words with him. Mr, Jarr had to take it out on some one, and hadn't he a wife? Well! = / “His front tooth, too,” exclaimed Mrs. Jarr. “And, ob, I think it is a last tooth!" “Why don't you keep an eye on your children?” growled Mr. Jarr. “I suppose you expect me to look after them all the time, and also to go down for that old dog I worl doesn't appréciate a for, who man but toady to him! fault that Will I suppo t is sour in effect. rld Daily Magazine, |An Uphill Job 2 x me. w town every day and work like a slave | it's myj|blame Mrs. out ‘two husbands, But then it r Simple rice powder, too, docs not injure the skin, 80 Protected the skin will not freckle as readily or as deeply as whon one is exposed to the sun without protection, leave any powder on the skin any longer than is necessary. especially, is ruinous to the complexion, Keep sour milk and oatmeal constantly at hand ani / Wednesd ay. July ANG44S/7 WEWROIN rT mannan manele By J. H. Cassel — va \ —— — Willie Jarr at the Age of Seven Faces a Long and Toothless Life and looks ike a chimpanzee!" Mrs. Jarr could have stood all but the chimpanzee allusion, ‘That's right,” she said coldly, “swear and carry on before the children. It is a splendid way to make them respect us bothi” ‘Well, doggone it! I don’t care!” snorted Mr. Jarr, “I've got to make the living for this family, and I can’t be playing nurse to them! It's your Place to watch them, and I don't want to hear any more about it! What's a tooth? Huh, I had all mine knocked down my throat before I was half his age!" And Mr, Jarr went. to the sideboard and hit the private bottle. In the morning he said to Mrs. Jarr, “Don't look so forlorn over the kid's losing a milk tooth. Take it as I do—as a joke! When I was his age I pulled them out myself!" But Mrs. Jarr’s feelings were hurt. has a lot of favorites that fawn mm Her thought was that she didn’t leaving Kittingly for The Dower of Beauty By Marie Montaigne Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), Preventing and Curing Freckles. OME freckles perversely take root so deep that a be undergone, but most will yield to a system of buttermilk or sour milk applications and to plasters of the milk mixed with starch or oat- ecial treatment must meal. Lemon juice, too, constantly ap- plied, will bleach out freckles, Cucumber lotions help to whiten the skin and to smooth it. A lotion of this sort should be dabbed over the skin in @ downward mo- tion before one goes out for outdoor exer- cise in the sun. The gentle downward motion of any cool lotion closes the pores, An upward motion opens them, Then powder, elther liquid or otherwise, should be applied. A powder made of laundry starch 1s beneficial, because it When But care must be taken never to Dry powder, It clogs the pores and dries the skin. use them freely fter coming indoors. A bath of milk on hands, face and neck every morning 1s also highly beneficial in summer and helps to prevent freckles, and at night the irritated skin should always be treated with a cooling lotion, or sour milk, wiped dry and then covered thickly with sour milk, which will dry upon it and make @ cooling mask the cuticle. Constant applications of tooth!” added the now exasperated | sour milk will remove freckles and @t the same time improve and whiten the Mre, Jerr, “I do Géolare, children complexion of arme end henda, for Mrs, Kittingly, She had no chil- dren as marital ties. Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward ‘ mrt Us, Yaa Weahnt funny to watch the way the ‘greenies” act when they join the} company. Nobody who hasn't hung around a big movie plant has any idea of the | Charged him. There was no chance now to escape by dodging, As the man hundreds of folks who flock there | | | family | Chicago's Uplift Ten. If not—well, it won’t be the first time that am jexperiment in sentimentalism has ended in several loud emotional: jfrom dabbing at social problems they cannot begin to understand. every day, just positive that their for- tunes are lying right beyond the door | labelled “Keep Out—That Means) You!” But it's as good as a circus to watch the brand new members of the club make their first entrance, They walk around puddles, and cough and choke if a breeze blows up a little dust, and throw a fit if a spot of mud gets on) their tootsies. And we old stagers) stand back and amile, But, for fear that your nervous sys- | tem may become atrophied, every; once in a while an extra Httle hair Order of St. Louis and pinned it on the gunner’s breast, raiser is thrown in, for good measure | into a cheer, —something not exactly scheduled. Like yesterday afternoon, times, when we're rushed, the differ- | ent directors may be working on ten or fifteen different scenarios, all at once, These pictures call for cos- tumes ofall periods, It's nothing to seo ballet dancer talking to | Knight of the Round Table out in the yard between scenes—so we don't pay any attention to make-up, no matter how queer. That is why when a dame comes rushing through the place yesterday afternoon looking like Ophelia just escaped’ from Bellevue no one took much flotice of her. | We've got SOME makeup man—and | this job was so perfect that some of us, with an artist's appreciaion, re-| marked what a lulu he was at the! inj work, Then, when this same dame comes|),ains; trench picture! back through the crowd, giving an) imitation of a steam ceilings with the rote a . This “keeping in| fee nen you ain't in| average devilled crab, pip, we got the character” front of the camera gives us a pain. | It's all well enough ‘for a prima donna to get consumption from sing- | ing ‘Traviata’ too much, or for some tragedienne to take dope after playing that kind of a part for yeare (it's good “press” anywey), but in the) movies it don't go. So we all got knocking this dame for trying to put over her “art” too strong. Then all of a sudden she picks up @ hammer and some three inch nails that are lying on a bench and goes over to Tommy Post and playfully tries to nail his hand to the fence he's sitting on. Ho says: "Now stop your joshing, little one, You're laying it on a bit too thick.” “You're a bear!” says she. reachi: in her hip pocket and pulling a . automatic. come running up and grab her. A nut, my dear, escaped from a bat fac- tory @ mile away! ‘a the kind of lit! more Sage “ey Some- | as he spoke, “have this man shot. His carelessness has risked our Il our ship, Courage has been rewarded. | de-Vere-like her instep is when she's | wearing flat-heeled shoes, A at a Definition of the Mthics febeet Online os Seren der the grinding wheels, mountain climber in pants that we doi whe's got on. marrying tall girls until they find out how runty they | feet. . couple of little summer frocks run up” is $135. all over the one who gets red in the And then three men in uniform! face denying 286. 191 5 By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. an institution does,” raptly promises one Good Samaritan, “but as @ familiar axiom of “woman’s inhumanity to woman.” Nevertheless, First, one seems to hear her ask, Why do they set a premiums Furthermore, she wonders again, do the good ladies quite reali Chicago women have announced publicly their intentiom member of the family, to meet my friends and live my kind of a life.” there are certain stubborn queries which might be put to these essen- on delinquency? Why cannot these women use their time, mot all the implications of their altruistic design? Are they, for instance, Editorials by Women if to open their homes to ten delinquent girls, whom the city, Criticism is graceless, perhaps, when directed against such an ap- tially well-meaning matrons by—let us say—the girl who is not # and kindly impulses in making the game a little easier for the git prepared to allow their sons to marry the new “members of thei / AN EXPERIMENT IN SENTIMENTALISM. — T courts have paroled. “I will receive the delinquent girl, not as parent application of the Golden Rule, such a seeming denial of the delinquent. who plays it as squarely as she knows how? °? If this be true, all honor to the logic and consistency of explosions, And no number of explosions will deter other sentimentalists Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces _ By Albert Payson Terhune DO0DDODODOOSOO Copyright, 1915, by ‘The Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), O. 31.—THE GANNON DUEL (From “Ninety-three”’), B Victor Hugo. HE French warship was, at one moment, sweeping calmly along under full sail. An instant later she was a scene of Panicetricken confusion, Her largest cannon—a twenty-four pounder—hi torn loose trom its moorings. ' This was the most terrible mischance, outside of battle, that could be fall one of the old-fashioned wooden corvettes; for on its wheeled carriage, @ cannon that slipped its moorings became at once a monster of destruc. tion. Its tremendous weight of five tons rendered it a menace, The im- petus given it by every roll of the ship increased the danger tenfold. Such @ cannon thus became a battering ram, sistible force that dashed eccentrica: thing in its path. In this case the cannon had broken }) gunner who had neglected to fasten pri and to lock the gun . an unleashed thunderbolt; an irre | ily hither and thither, crushing every= cone through the carelessness of 0 ‘operly the screw-bolt of its chain carriage’s four wheels, While the panic-stricken crew looked on helpless it had wrecked four other cannon and bashed two gaps in the ship's side just above the A Monster water line, Within a few minutes ten of the battery’ thirty guns were destroyed; breach after bi +4 of Destruction. } ripped in the vessel's wooden sides, and che leek acter another had been sprung. The warship’ jeatrife~ tion seemed only a brief matter of sine ee ‘i Then into the cleared space in the path of the charging cannon appeare@ a man. He was the gunner whose neglect had permitted the gun to breale free, In one hand he carried a crowbar, in the other a noosed rope. With these crude weapons and his own puny strength he faced the five- ton fron monster as it bore down upon him, Then began the strangest duel in all the red annals of conflict. ‘The gunner knew the cannon, He had served it long. “Come!” he shouted to it, as though he were calling a dog. And at a heave of the sea the huge gun rolled toward him. He to one aide barely in time to dodge the iron catapult/and strove ts crowbar between the spokes of the wheels, pede} and lunged toward him again. The cannon lurched out of Up and down the gun deck the man and the cannon w: battle, Now it was the man who warily pursued, seeking Raa. met hee between the wheel spokes or to lasso and tie the monster. Now it was the gun which seemed endowed with brain as well as with resistless force, and made murderous rushes at tts nimble little foe. At last the cannon penned the gunner into a corner of the deck an@ braced himself for the fatal shock an onlooker tossed a bale of goods un- The obstacle checked the cannon's rush for a fraction of a second. And in that tiny space of time the gunner drove his bar between the spokes The cannon was halted, It crashed over on its aide— helpless, The duel, was ended, Human intellect had once more conquered brute force, The ship was saved, The onlooker who had tossed the bale in front of the flying wheels was an elderly man in sheepskins. He was dressed like a peasant; yet the ship's officers had always treated him with the respect due a monarth, They knew who he was in spite of his disguise. So did the crew, “Monseigneur,” panted the gunner, “T owe you my life!” Without a word the old man took from the captain's coat the glittering The crew broke io | eer on Reward and Punishment. The marines presented arms, “Now,” said the old passenger to the captain, pointing at the gunner eo and Let negligence be punished." The gunner saluted, “Monseigneur,” he sald, “I approve your sentence.” So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1015, by The Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), | arr of Existence: Snap- The most promiscuous and pathetic apologizer we know ts the fellow who {magines that everybody in North es merica aware = th: “sport shirts" with near-silk col-| slightly pickled yesterday atteanne Sunday trips anywhere; ealv: and evening. stewed car- . ‘iplomatists’ bunk; the “ice-| "My husband never makes the movie theatre fiction; the|Slightest attempt to square himself with me for anything that he does," we heard a woman say to another, “Mine does—and you're dashed lucky!” was the other woman's reply, shots of women in bathing sul tapioca pudding Sunday even- jars We never see @ picture of a woman "t wonder how many pairs of ‘em Whenever we hear a wom “My husband never thinks of moing out in the evening without pr | there's something sad in her tone that leads us to suppose ti wishes he'd think batter ole me A lot of fellows imagine that they're in their stocking Maybe you've noticed that a woman It's queer how never taike about how high and Vere- 4 many men who are considered distingue tn evenin; are just slab-sided in bathing eg Our Idea of a Master of Mnemont 4/ 1s a fellow who can remember frq one year to another what date Swithin'’s Day falls upon, Some women's idea of “having a The fellow who doesn’t take the We don't underst: ' trouble to deny anything has got it understand why a won who's just been told by that she has too mush "aris should want to tell a lot o! about it, othan Our idea of a Supe! rerescence of Expository Motivation would be -