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it ay, Soa, Pudlished Dally Excep! Sunda, by fhe Presa Pudlisning Company, Nos. 53 to CRAY World ‘ABLISHMD BY JOSEPH PULITZER. President, 68 Park Row. reasurer, 6% Park Row, ir. Secretary, 63 Park Row, at the Post-Oftice ond-Class Matter. Bobecription Rates to The liven! na For mnelant and the Continent and (World for the United States All Countries in the International and Canada. Postal Union. were Fj ANGUS AiteI JOSHPH PULITZER.’ «NO. 19,713 A TWO-FOLD TASK. J ten ot Unit that Americans at Vera Cruz will need the protec- tion of United States battleships are after all but a reminder of what this nation faces in setting out to pacify Mexico. Among a people only a scant thirty per cent. of whom can read or write, no very intelligent force of public sentiment can be crys-| tallized in » day, 6 month or even a year. Nor can there be any | doubt that » Carranza, on the other hand, has means by which to! stir up at short notice a passionate hatred of Americans which only | long and patient effort can allay. Under such circumstances a dis- Play of force, however necessary, ia the last thing calculated to quiet Merican resentment. It only delays the moment of mutual under- standing. The task which lics ahead of this nation in Mexico consists, we | take it, of two indispensable parts: (1) We must somehow reduce fac- tion chiefs to a chastened frame of mind in which they will listen to reason. (2) We must somehow win the confidence and friendship of the Mexican people, for whom, in fact, we are taking all the trouble. To bring the fighting factionists to their senses is the easier Job. Force will do it. Mediation may do it without the need of force. To win the csteom of the Moxican people, while we at the same time disciplino their leaders, is the more delicate job, the costlier job and by far the longer job. Yot our services to Mexico can only begin to be real and lasting when we havo accomplished it. : _ rH | “A Billion Dollar Wheat Crop.”—Headline. Catching up with Congress? ad | WHY PENSION FUNDS GO BANKRUPT. | | OW that the teachers’ pension fund finds itself able to pay only | N eixty cents on the dollar, perhaps somebody will see fit to look into the organization and management of other city | pension systems. | The police pension fund, as The Evening World has often pointed ont, faces a similar problom, though it has better sources of revenue. | One of the great weaknesscs of the system is the early age of possible retirement. A man can join the police force at twenty-one, After twenty-five years’ service he can be retired on half pay—at forty-six! Barely this is too soon for a healthy man to withdraw from active life and claim the aid of a fund. When Col. Roosevelt was Police Commissioner, in 1895- 7, he retired members of the force who are to-day still hale and hearty citi- | gens with high working capacities. There is something radically wrong with the pension theory aa! thus applied. The first correction necded is a Lanaetessand - adjustment of minimum longth of service and age of retirement. —$___— The Progressive Party, or what ts left of it, 1s up against the hard fact that, progress being free, a Democratic Admin- i istration has got into permanent touch with all sources of | eupply. + DEFENDING THE FORESTS, | ESPITE the craftily directed assaults of the lumber interests, | the Constitutional Convention has advanced to a_ thir | reading tho article which provides that present forest pro- | serves in this State shall remain wild forest lands forever—permitting the removal of dead trees only and forbidding the sale even of these. Under the pretext of “scientific forestration,” representatives of powerful lumber syndicates tried in every way to insert a clause providing for the sale and removal of “mature timber” which may be adjudged “detrimental to forest growth.” What this means Dele- gate Louis Marshall, leader of tho conservation forces, points out: The Brooklyn Cooperage Company once invoked “scientific forestry” to cut down 13,000 acres of forest timber flat from one end to the other. “Let @ lumberman take an axe {nto the forests,” declares ex-Congressman Whipple, “and there {3 no holding bim.” The State is rejoiced to sce that the Convention me. to its principles and defend tho forests to the last. Give the self. styled “practical foresters” their way and they will cut down every piece of “practical” timber standing on the plea that they are foster- ing new fcrests—to be enjoyed a couple of hundred yeara hence, > ans to stick [ich New Yorkers are being driven hard up at Platts- burg, the public prints inform us. Maybe this will cheer some of thoir envious fellow-citizens who are driven hard all the year round at home. Hits From Sharp Wits. Some men never think of the wife babies at home until it is their to treat.—Toledo lade, Bome persons seem to imagine have takeo horrible revenge when they pass, without speaking, some one whom they know but don't like, Ria ha If effort were required to put things off more would be done in time,—Al- bany Journal. | a People who suffer from ennu! usu- ally are tired of doing nothing and don't know {t—Nashville Banner. Any Ume somebody walks in tri umph somebody else's nec ne Toledo Blade. else's neck is hurt, . . An expert is a man who has suc- ceeded in making others in his pre fession or business believe that be knows more about it than they do, . 8 8 § Nearly everybody has an aim in life, but there is much poor marks- manship.—Albany Journal, aT oe A politician is a genius who ha: is. covered the secret of making other men take him at his own valuation — Boston ‘Transcript. Letters From the People Mon Staves to Fashi To the EAttor of The Evening World; There 1s much said about wome: slavery to fashion. That's nonsense. | are Solons compared to men. of a woman on a red- hot day cramping her throat in a thick often wearing @ vest too), and a pair of shoes that weigh about a pound hat? Whoever heard of women mak- ing such fearful sacrifices of comfort to the goddess Fashion? Until such a time please let women be known the sensible sex, Also, what wom apiece, and a narrow-brimmed heavy | The Evening World Daily + By Roy L. Copyright, 1918, by the Drew Publishtue Co, (Phe New York Evening World.) HS. JARR was at the door talk- ing to some ono on the out- side. “Come back to-morrow,” ne eaid. “That's what you told me yester-| day," said a surly voice, “I wish you'd pay something on account if you can't pay It all, The boss told me" “1 sald come to-morrow,” replied Mrs, Jarr, telly, as sne closed the door, And after a moment's hesitation the visitor was heard to clump away. don’t you pay How ‘Doggone itt Why people?" asked Mr, Jarr testily. would you like tt if you were told’ “Now, you mind your gwn aftairs! said Mrs. Jarr, sharply pay my bills a great deal more promptly Wan other people that live around here and put on a lot of airs, ‘There's Mus. Stryver, she lets her tradesmen wait and wait, ‘The milkman told me that the Stryvers owed his company over $200, Why, Europe last year and were gone four months and never paid @ bill before they went, They just told the icoman and the baker and the milkman not to leave anything till they ne back, as they Were going abroad for sevoral months, And when the butcher's boy and the grocer’s boy called for the rders they were told the same thing. And that was all there was to it, But if W going to the country for two weeks every tradesman in the neighborhood ts clamoring around for the few dollars that may be due him.” “L want my money when It's due,” wald Mr. Jarr, “and the tradesmen have their bills to meet, too, What they do about the Stryvers is nothing to me, so 1 Wish you'd pay the villa and not have people coming here like this." “Didn't I toll him to come to-mor- row?" sald Mra, Jarr, “That was the grocer's boy, wasn't it?” asked Mr, Jarr, “You should bave paid the bill, You had the money, hadn't you?" “Yes, 1 had, but why should £ ta- convenience myself?” said Mrs, Jarr, “My pocketbook 1s in the upper bureau drawer, and 1 have mislald my keys. I haven't time to stop what 1am doing and drop all my work just to hunt for keys to get my pocketbook, to pay # bill that 1 can pay to-mor- row.” At this point the children, Are colar (three-ply and doubled) thick silk necktie, ever invented or wore in winter such and wearing cloth coat @ linen overs the neck and arms (and dressing, began to quarrel violently, “My gracious!” cried Mr, Jarr, ~The Jarr Family the Stryvers went to; ‘ who were McCardell thelr breakfast and be out playing any single morning without having this jfighting, whining, erying and con- | fusion? Woll, you attend to them, then,” sald Mrs, Jarr, “And you attend to | the tradesmen when they come!” “AN right, L will!” Mr, Jarr. | And he went to the children and, af- ter many threats, followed by the payment of blackmail in the form of money for candy, got them to the jtable in presentable form, hurried them through breakfast and got them By Sophie a contented husband wife—truly contented. and Their statements as te the reason of their contentment ring true, He said: “I don't jolly myself into the belief that I am a@ perfect man, and | know {T have shortcomings. 1 have worked \hard, and am successful in my busl- ness, 1 have the right Kind of a wife and two beautiful children, My wife is 4 home-loving woman, but jdoos not interest In the j world, ‘There is no boxes in vur fam- lily, We respect each other's wishes, | “1 do not say we never have quar- ( she los outer r What would be ridiculous, | People ot live together for years |without some differences, but we often in the | know when to stop, y | wrangles my midst of one of these jWite or I Will say something funny {and we will both laugh, ‘That ends the quarrel, We have a sense of wumor,.” ‘And in this statement the man truly sounded one of the important ele- ments that make for happiness in double harness, ‘To be able to laugh at each other's jokes is certainly one lubricant that makes the marriage wheel go. without screeching. The wife of this man told me that the pleasing part of their seemingly per- |fect partnership is the unity of tastes, They enjoy the same pleasures, “Of course, my husband has his men friends,” she suid, “and IL have my women friends, But we go on the theory that we owe each other |more than we owe any of our friends, |Bo if the children are exceedingly cross and I have to remain home with them their father does not wo away and leave me to the reflection that he Copyright, 1915, by whe Press Publishing Co “the goods that the gods provide”. With such a formula of faith- Tulness to the partuership each has ve of remaining young And they are get- Ung something out of life every day. They are pursuing the policy of give Their secret of being satis- fled is summed up as follows: and no play makes mother Mr. Jarr Sets All Harlem an Example In the Way a Home out to play paring to depart doorbell rang. “There's Mrs. you you go see him!" Mr. Jarr went to t'« door and was The butcher's that handed the meat bill collector remarked the butcher's man,” Jarr, who knew the ring. manage the house so well, Mrs. had promised to pay It to-day “She'll pay it to-mor Jarr, “Sorry come to-morrow “All right, thankee!” she's not Here's a quarter for yourself and! with the bill.” said the inan row,” sa here and departed whistling. irene Loeb (The New York Evening gether, fair cha the yea Ko by. and 3 All wor a dull wife, Let only one get tiring mother's, ret clothes line faults, inflict y Don't run awe stay home with you, Don't find things is resting at home. do likewise, wil the attention to the expense of the husb: No man wants Fr! well. It is bad p fortable, re is having fun while IL am ng \fatigued by the fretting children, 1 might say that consideration is the keynote of tt all In a word, this couple have grown up together, They were content to ‘Thegin with smail means, establish « n “Can't those children get dressed, get good home, rear children and take a encourage lying A wife who bas to account to her husband for every penny she spends grows to believe that she is only a clerk in the concern. And, above all, THINGS 80 _ SERI LIFE LOSES I’ DO “That's the way to do it, you see,” ‘he Contented Coupie World.) mad at a and the quarre) will adjust itself, up the children is a part of father's responsibility as weil as| to tell him about the broken) and the, maid's ingrown} Let each have a hobby, but do not our hobby on the’ other, ‘o attend a mother’s meeting on the evening he wants to all around the house to do during the short time he Do not be overzealous in your hus- band’s business nor indifferent to it Take an interest in his work and he Never forget that you are a wife as well as a mother, and do not give all children at the nd. end Wife to be a housekeeper only but a companion as Don't expect him to take all the love for granted; show it sometimes icy to grumble at find- ing the ashes of his pipe in the par- lor or his clothes lying about, home which is 90 spic and span that a man {a afraid to use it often.drives him to a place where he can be com- Don't insist on his drawing a dia- gram of where he has been, NoT (OUSLY when After which he was pre- himself the said “AB) Jarr! id Mr. now. | time The It may Magazine, Wednesday; August 11, 1915 hould Be Managed! uid Mr, Jarr. “Just slip ‘em soine- thing.’ “Well, slip ME something, too, as| you are such a successful slipper, said Mrs, Jarr. Hut Mr. Jarr had stipped out of the! house, So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen Vress Uublisaing Co, | Ovperignt, 11d, by ‘The ‘ork (Tic New ¥. ening World), | eae | HIE other day we were showing one of our Rube relatives, who'd ) r been away from Topeka before, the AUantic Ocean, A heavy | Northeaster was raging, and a big; sea was running, “Not even a surf | boat could live we said to the Zeb, sort o° gently, and with an of proprietorship in. the | ocean ell,” said the Zeke, “it a surf boat was so fixed that it could | live anywheres else, I don't see why | it should want to." Sometimes we | think ‘they"re not such hicks as the: Our idea of a funny comminglement | ~ of the Lilliputian and the Brobding- | nagian is the attempt of a Summer resort hotel “orchestra” composed of an anaemic violinist and @ congenitally | tired pianist to enliven the guests’ | spirits by ndering” “The Ride of the Valky Out of 9,484 “request” pleces played by a band at a New Jersey seashore ort this summer ' the * sextet 19'7 times © Rosary” was 7, and the 4 remaining So that everyvody listen- ing had a highly giugsome ti | les qu how a man will go through 15,496 summer resort book- lets to dig Up a place where he and} his wife can get hotel accommoda- | tions for $28 a week, and when they | get there spend $85.67 per week in ad- dition just for foolishness, ! We don’t hold any running records | that we are aware of, but we conf- dently proclaim the belief that, in| beating it away from the man who wants to tell us all about what he did on his summer vé faster than any 19 Atlantic seaboard, Another sign that you're nearing forty-five is that When+you see pretty. woman with a cute patch right alongside tho dimple at the left-hand corner of her mouth you don't feel like staking her to the cave-man grab-and-hug, like you used to do, We wish somebody would give aj intelligent explanation of why it ts that the smartest and best-looking fellows so often get the stolidest and homeliest wives, ' The Domestic Amenities; She— “Here's a writer says all married couples, In order not to get on each other's nerves, ought to be apart at TAKE AT iT8 LAUGHTER, it three months a year.” He—"It ha’ mado it thirtecn months a ‘4 ha’ said something,” year / |seeing the catty souls of other girls tion we can run) pounder on the | THE HANDICAP. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. 66PPUE ideal woman of the eugenic age will be plump and well- T rounded, but not fat. Her complexion will be ruddy or brown, not pale, as that of present-day women, because the | pale skin is a badge of disease rather than of health,” prophesies a prominent eugenist. Whatever the woman of the future may be, the woman of the present who wants to make good has got to be well. The big job of the modern woman is the removal of handicaps; here is one which merits her immediate attention. Any impartial observer of women in | the business, industrial or professional world must note that where they most frequently fail in competition with men is in some physica) weakness, some lack of vitality or resilience. It’s the flaw in the armor that defeats many a woman in her brave battle with the world. This is not an admission that she should withdraw from the battle. It is only a warning against the weak link in the coat of mail. There are women, healthily brought up, who eat, dress and play sanely, who can outwork and outlast the average man. There is no natural reason why these women should be exceptions. Fashion and false standards of feminine decorum have been re- sponsible for the pale, slender heroine. Economic independence is irresistibly compelling women to demand again the birthright of health. At least, the woman of 1915 isn’t proud of being ill and “deli- cate.” She is usually ashamed of herself when she gives out physi- cally. And she ought to be. POGQOOVDSOOOOQSHSH) CODDODDOHDOOHOGHGDODBOPOWOOGIOGGOOQSHS The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces Copyright, 1915, ty the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) NO. 37.--MR. MACGLOWRIE’S WIDOW, by Bret Harte. HE mining camp of Laurel Spring would have fallen in love with her as one man—{f the mining camp of Laurel Spring had not regarded her with a sort of sacred reverence. ‘ The camp would have fallen in love with her—tf it had dared ~-because she was pretty and dainty, with sherry-colored eyes and a strange, languorous charm. The camp stood in awe of her because she was Allen MacGlowrie’s widow. When she had come to Laurel Spring in the early days of her widowhood her reputation and her late husband’s had come along with her in the form of a hundred well authenticated stories. From these stories tt was learned that her Allen MacGlowrle had been the hero of a dozen bloody duels—a born fire-eater—and that her two brothers, the Boompolnter boys, were both of them notorious “killers.” Algo, that she herself had once stabbed a homicidal Indian with a pair of shears, ard had fought a grizzly bear to the death with no weapon but a red hot fron, and had performed a score of other equally ferocious s ® deeds, which her beauty and outward gentleness belied, A Feminine } So the camp—with one exception—did not venture “Fire-Eater.” % to fall in love with Mr. MacGlowrle’s widow. That ex- Mannnnmnmnnmnnnn®? contion was you! ¢ Dr, Dick Blair, Dick lad loved the pretty widow from the first hour he met her. as time went on, he began to hope she was learning to care for him. Then, one day, he was called in haste to the Laurel Spring Hotel, where aying, to revive her from a prolonged fainting fit. She did not seem the sort of woman to faint, The heroine of the Indian fi¢ht and t grizzly bear slaughter might reasonably be supposed to have a set of nerve too strong to let her swoon, Yet she most assuredly had swooned. And for a very trivi agon, An ors med Brown-known as at the hotel that noon, He had been at dinner when Mrs. MacGlow: chanced to walk into the dining room. He had looked up. Their eyes had met. Brown had turned deathly white and sneaked out of the room, while Mrs. MacGlowrie had keeled over in a faint. ‘On her recovery, the widow would not explain anything. as he was riding homeward through the woods, Dr. ahead of him, deep in talk with Brown. 3, Brown was publicly denounced as town. or two later Mrs. MacGlowrie asked Dr. Blatr to meet her at the edge of these woods. She said she wanted to explain her walk with Brown, “He was my husba she began, “Iam a divoreed woman.” She went on to that she had long since divorced Brown, whose real name was MacGlowrte, and that she had allowed people to think she was the widow of his cousin, Allen—the fire-cating MacGlowrie—whose wife had really undergone all the adventures ascribed to her, ‘The sight of her former husband at the hotel had been a shock. She had fainted, “Brown” had been as badly seared as she, and had met her in the woods, late, to beg her not to betray his identity. “When T took over the responsibility of being Alen MacGlowrle's widow, she finished, "I had to take over her history, too, I never thought there was any harm in it. It seemed to keep the men off and leave me free.” “But,” suggested the doctor, “did you never think there might be another way to keep the men off and sink the name of MacGlowrte forever?” “['m afraid I've got into the habit of thinking nothing of being some- body else," she faltere “L wish you would let me select who you should be,” he urged. And before the year was over the name of “MacGlowrie" had passed out ft Laurel Spring. And, The Inspired Cowboy"—was a guegt The next day, Blair saw her walking That night, during one of an ex-convict, and was Wannrennerrrr’ 5 , A Woman's Confession. ‘Seaaaannnneansen’ Cupid’s Summer Correspondence By Alma Woodward Copretatit, 1918, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World.) The Divorced Man. thing brilliant, ‘ 9ST PS a "m so glad I met you,” she gur- AREST PSYCHE: People 49} sieg, “I've always wanted to taille to not seem to realize that a “belle| « divorced man, 1 never have before, of the season" is all my handl- 0 you know.” work, Just you and I know that It} “Really? Well, do you find me sat- ia when I concentrate all my efforts Istactory 7” “Oh, 1 wasn't thinks on one little maid that (in popular ing about you parlance) “every one goes crazy over personally,” she continued, 4 "ut L want to know ail about how you get a divorce, Bo when I want one I"——— “A beautiful creature ke never have to go through rior thy hess of the divorce court,” he inter. rupted passionately, “Any man would worship “you alWays—you are di- vin “What! S80 soon again? Would you put your foot into the net and your wings behind the bara right after acquiring your glorious freedom?” “A cage with you,” he protested fer- vont he Bd more freedom than the whole wide world . round 2 as a play: © was waiting for her to sink into his arms. Instead she head daintily. POrhs Ra “You are really \ery good looking,” she said. “You have lovely hands and feet; your clothes are au fait; your teeth are sniendid and your eyes soulful—but your heart would be de- Cidedly second-hand, wouldn't it? And I never purchase shop-worn arti- cles even at half-price sales. But fH) introduce you of girl who'll fall in love with you right meta wht off if you want ‘hen, with a swish of skirts, Rosemarie was gon ataey refreshing girl, Psyche, I’ row to meet her. Yours, P, 8.—Next will be the Cave Mam» her.” 'Gometimes 1 think it fsn't fair. Then again I find my great joy in shrivel and burn with green jealousy \at the results 1 produce, ‘Just now it has gotten to the stage where the women lift both their eyu- | Prows and saoulders when speaking of Rosemarie, while half the men are cady to dic for her—or think they re, which amounts to the same thing. Whenever I see a bunch of women getting together and hear the opening phrase, “Well, they DO say that"—— Y know they're speaking of my little girl, and just for spite I use up a Couple of extra arrows—most likely on thelr very own brothers, sons, or flames-—and, Rosemarie has another “string to her bow.” he one she canned for good this week was tho Divoreed Man, He was |fresh from Philadelphia, but he didn't | look it ‘The flush of his lately-won freedom still glowed in his face; his eyes were brilliant at prospect of a new con- quest; his dinner coat fitted him, and he had just found out that the new hair restorer was really rethatching ‘jhis fast thinning dome, All of which | lends a man assurance. Rosemarie opened the conversation while he was trying to think up some-