The evening world. Newspaper, August 18, 1915, Page 14

Se eFehity cin ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. Daily Except Oupsag, dy Se Prose Fetpnne Company, Nos, 58 to President, 6: Row. Ly pt and the atta end England All Countries tn the International Postal Unio INTO THE LIGHT. HE nation has had its eyes opened to the clumsy plots of Ger- man agents who schemed to sit in the closots of its newapaper offices and trade at the back doors of its factories. Wo eee with amaze stupid attempts to buy with stealth what could havo been _ Sought to far better advantage by frank and friendly dealing in the open. Disclosures made by The World make certain one thing: Our rela- - tions with the German Government must move forward into the full light. The era of evasion and ambiguity is past. Henceforth what- ever Germany may have to communicate to this country, whether by message, act or envoy, will be received only when it comes above board, with honesty and openness as ite passports. Y Tf, indeed, it prove that accredited reprosentatives of the German | Empire in this country are among the moles that have burrowed so | many futile tunnels, the sooner they are recalled the better. Before there is anything more aid about friendship with the Gorman people, _ will neither buy them, nor hire anybody capable of dictating them. Moreover, when it comes to material things, we are in the market of the world with our goods—war supplies and all—to trade fairly ‘with all customers. But we allow no government to tamper with our workmen or to run our factories under falso colors. oe ‘These simple premises Germany must accept. And she will find it worse than uscless to send us, in future, representatives who are’ not likewise prepared to accept them. * “Only waiting for the water to go down to repair the damage.” No hurricane can blow the courage out of Galveston | ————-4-—-____. LAWLESS TERRITORY. SHUDDER of shame runs through the entire nation for what has happened in the State of Georgia. | The men who dragged Leo M. Frank from a State prison | ~ and lynched him—the culminating act of es barbarous a defiance of | _ law and justice as the country ever blushed for—dragged the name of | _ their commonwealth to new depths of degradation. | | *s. A Georgia mob shouted its threats in the cars of the Judge and jury thet tried Frank. Georgians celebrated his conviction with © dtagusting ecenes of drunkenness and rejoicing. Georgians were ready _ to lay violent hands on the Governor who commuted his sentence. Georgians petitioned for the pardon of the convict who ont Frank’s | throat in jail. And now Georgians have wrested their victim from the law and brutally murdered him. Circumstances of the raid on the jail leave grave suspicion that | Frank was purposely left without adequate protection. Guards gave way like wooden men before the lynchers. The latter seem to have ‘been perfectly informed of Frank’s discharge from thie hospital and of his exact whercaboute in the building. It has always been sus- pected that the negro convict’s attempt to kill Frank in jail was insti- sgerea from without. Tho last brutal act may have been aided _ trom within. ; It remains to be seen whether there is civilization enough left 7 in Georgia to punish the murderers of Frank. “The act was a con- ‘summate outrage,” declares former Gov. Slaton, who commuted Frank’s sentence. “Every man concerned in the lynching should be hanged, for he is an assassin.” “g Georgia calls itself a sovereign State. Is it going to let itself be raded to a level where, in the eyes of the rest of tho nation, it 7 @aght to be marked off and policed as lawless territory? a 5. —_———_-¢<e-— - -___ Poor old China threatens to slump back into a state of monarchy. Too aged and unwieldy to stand the new pace! Hits From Sharp Wits. Some people never put off till to-) Tho smuller the dog the ; what they can get some-|vicious the bark. a4 do for them to-day.— | gene: mar Ape 0, neta . . ° “es, Some men are ma Agee rommer 18, & person who In: lenat will never Pati 08, he Set an idea that somebody else | 111; collector,—Columbia Record. accepts as soepel.—Toledg Blade, rb weir 6 One of the first signs of a man's val at the age of discretion is his 7 ition of his inability to sing. What ts called killing time is in fact neglecting opportunity for useful As often as not, the fellow who ins that th world does not activity, eee What people regard as pleasure con- sista mostly of hard work that they are not obliged to do.—Albany Journal. ——__——____________, “How Do They Do ltt” | the latter is true, but cannot believe ‘To the Editor of The Evening World it. SENIOR, An Apple Problem, or of The Evening World A, B and © gather apples and bring them hon During the night A awakes and, feeling hungry, eats o1 thili of the apples and goes b the Editor of The Evening World bed. Then B awakes (knowing no 1 dropped my glasses down the jing of A eating his share) and eats slot in a car track. As I bent! ono-third of th mainder of the q to look for them, one man yelled: | apples and Koos back to bed. Then © cok crops, Jake?” and a boy! awakes( knowing nothing of A and B i Their boat can hold How do they do it? Tv. P. jesanens! : “Rubber!” and a blue-; eating) and eats one-third of the re- ‘Ordered ma to chase on and not| mainder und goes to bed. In. the fresh and a trolley car almost ran| morning they awake and, after divid- You've got the rudest set |!nK the Temainder of tho apples, the a t. Im{all have an equal amount of apple: ‘ ee ie We 3 {dare you to| How many did they gather? Reo. this frank opinion of your city, of course you won't dare to. BALTIMORE MAN, Signed Later. Hetore ¢ ‘To the Editor of The fore Christopher Columbus EDITH B. Leif E in, a Norseman, is said to hare tea the North American coast several centuries before Colum- before there is any further discussion of differences, we want a new | deal with the German Government. And tho basis of the new under- | standing must by that our national views are our own—that money | | RED, the Sporting Barber, dropped , F self by his operating chair with a friendly smile, “Sorry to disturb you, Fred,” re marked Mr, Jarr, “for I know how it goes against the grain to work at anything one is paid for, and espe clally when you were so immersed in your perusal of current literature.” “Me?” asked the Sporting Barber in surprise, “No, | was just reading the paper, giving the once over to an “Was it interesting?” asked Mr, |Jarr, as he settled himself in the chair in the almost deserted barber shop, and feeling that he would like to go to sleep, but for fear that he might be “Jobbed"—that is, that Fred might put him through the countless minor operations a barber charges extra for—while he dosed, “Did you bet on Willard when he fought Jack Johnson?” inquired Mr, Jarr—not that be cared much to know; but It made talk, and conve: sation kept him awake, “Sure!” “You were rather astute to select the winner,” said Mr. Jarr. “It was the percentage got me,” remarked the Sporting Barber, as he snipped accompaniment to his re- marks with the scissors. ‘They had | me bulled about the big smoke being | there with the science as well as the | strength, but when they offered 10 to 7, I said the percentage ts good, and | went to it. I've been reading past performances of all them champeen pugilists since John L, was in his prime. If 1 do ay it myself, I gota j nitty little ibery home at the flat “Ah, so you do go 4n for Hterature," jremarked Mr. Jarr, ‘Do you fancy | Carlyle?” “Nover heard of the horse,” repliow Fred, “What track is he running att Have you any inside info?” But Mr, Jarr gently explained about Carlyle and the French Revolution, “I's nix on the war stuff for me. |All the fighting I care to read about is the fighting withgive-ounce gloves, ooting poor ginks in trenches at places l-ean't understand the names | of in them foreign countries hoits my feelings,” replied Fred, “But I was | teuing yuh how I went down the line ‘and snowballed the board with about | three hundred fish at 7 to 10 on the | Kansas cowboy.” \qrea Mab ew B trouble, water, |Jarr, “What do you mean three bun- | oth, “Three hundred dollars, whon Mr. Jarr entered to treat| replied the Sporting Barber. himself to a haircut, and ranged bim-|tell you what tipped me. “No,” sald Mr, Jar book years ago.” The Evening World Daily Magazine The Jarr Family By Roy L. McCardell Copyright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Wrening World), Don't you |@°" . id the newspaper he was reading | understand the English language?” | ‘That's me,” remarked the Sporting \ i Di Ag ae Wednesday, ‘hugqust 18 — Mr. Jarr’s Clever Tonsorial Tyrant I Another “Scrap of Paper” x«7=ths, By J.H. Cassel Discusses Third Rail Acrobatics [it was the same with John L., and | then with the big “I'm glad to h | ir you speak so ar- sadly. tight. My wife's mother is visiting u: ‘The Sporting Barber shook his head “Ten to seven you'll los ‘dently in the cause of temperance in said, “and you can train for a week | athletics,” said Mr. Jarr. “But I Barber, “and I won enough on the Did you | fight in Havana to blow myseif to a ever see “Ten Nights in a Barroom' in|B€W kettle and this plece of junk,” the moving pictures ‘but I read the Watch and chain and a peculiar glass \and he displayed proudly a gold locket, gold mounted, attached to the! “Well, all I got to eay is," remarked |Cchain, in which some small tvory “A bar fly?” asked Mr. Jarr, ure," third rail acrobat. Coprright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), | Cure for Too-Profuse Perspiration. EFORE beginning this little treatise on hyperidrosis, or too-profuse per- spiration, let mo explain that free prespiration is a good thing; it clears out the system in a@ natural ‘TREATMENT FOR HYPER! DROSIS- Fred, “if ‘Ten Nights in a Barroom’ |cubes could be will put a whole bunch of-ginks on the blink—and I don't wonder, for a hangover just for a day makes me foel like taking treatment—what can yuh expect when yuh know that the big smoke has been a bar fly for five years?” said the Sporting Barber, | with you.” . Old John Bar- | leycorn wins every fight to a finish. isaid Mr. Jarr, r The Dower of Beauty || By Marie Montaigne monia, serious catarrh or tuberculosis, When you begin to realize that some part of your body perspires too copiously, begin to take treatment for the A mild case can be cured by frequent baths in moderately cool When the caso is not mild, internal treatment must be resorted to, Many physicians fail to cure with the internal mediel: 5 ot treat the skin as well, ey So Hk the skin be treated, in connection with the internal treatment. When possible, it {8 a good thing to visit a skin specialist, because the same treatment is not good for everybody, dition to the moderately cool baths issolve in the bath, and lotior | “Three hundred fel?" repeated Mr, ne f the perapiratory glands, Some cases are caused by disease, while pear in persons apparently in good health. Do not let the allment “What's that?” asked Mr, Jar. | “It's an automatic little dice box | watch charm,” replied the barber. “I | press this little spring trigger and they flop around inside, and fall flat when I hold the charm on the level. Shake them for the drinks? I can |slip out a minute when I’m through | “I shall shun the wine cup, Fred,” “I'm training tor a| manner and should never be checked, But there is a difterence between free perspiration and an ex- cess of it, In the latter case one has the disease of hyperidrosis, and this grows worse unless steps are taken to relieve it. The effects are unpleasant for the afflicted persons and for those about them. Many persons have had | to give up their work on metallic sub- stances and on delicate fabrics be- | cause their hands perspired too freely, | We all know how unpleasant it is to shake hands with such a@ person, or (when the trouble attacks the face— which it does most of all) how un- lovely i! makes a countenance, A curious characteristic of the dis- ease is that It will often affect one | of the face, or one side of the y and not the other, and that it often confines itself to the face, hands | or feet. Where the feet suffer from it the complaint becomes serious, for | this means damp and cold feet, with a train of ills, not infrequently pneu- | treatment because ‘Tho affection 1s a kin complaint and But a home treatment, in ad- is feasible, A powder may be purchased may be bought to relieve the abnormal lon lemonade beforehi a.” So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen Copyright, 1915, by (The New York ‘The Press Publishing Us. ening Wor UR Conception of a Sad Sight te) a fat woman trying to wear down her weight by trudging the boardwalk wearing high-heeled shoes on feet already in anguish, Echoes of the Eons: “Everybody we know is away for the summer, having a grand time, and here wo are poked away in this stuffy, dreary flat!" The same girl whom you've seen an hour before wearing a bathing suit! skirt six inches above her knees can stake you to a daggerful look when, after she gets into her regular clothes, she catches you rubbering when the whimsy little zephyrs lift her skirt four inches above her oxford ties, Whenever we see a gay young clip plant a bunch of dolls on the sand and then, to show ‘em what a terribly strong young divvel he is, start right cut to swim to the Canary Islands and back, we remember how we ourselves did exactly that on frequent occa- sions when we were the purp's age— until the last time, when they brought us back from the Gulf Stream and humiliatingly rolled us over a barrel, Matronly Myths—That a pretty trained nurse is twice as seductive as @ pretty stenographer, and that It's dangerous to let one of 'em into the house where there is a fat, wheezy, bald husband, The acme of our ambition Is to achieve @ sort of scowling reserve of | manner which we hope will fend off the fellers who, when now we try to be calm and ‘contemplative in the smoking compartment of a Pullman, fasten instinctively upon us and spend hours and hours and hours in telling us about the barbers’ supplies | or novelty leather business, If the Broad Street Station in Phila- delphia isn’t the Hottest Spot on| Earth on any Summer's Day, then | Yuma ts in Alaska, Not long ago we saw that man up in Harlem who carrics cat's meat in his pockets to give to stray felines; but, we rejoice to report, we didn’t experience the least hankering to be- come chummy with him, There are lot of young women who fail to see the fine line of demarca- tion between that out-of-doors look and just blowsin: There are mighty few people whose faces, when they've just come out of don’t look like unretouched | as the entertainment’s climax. Present!; | set to represent the mouth and gaping | red centre of the “mouth” atood a flask, shaped like a globe, twelve feet | Editorials by Women A BOARD'S OPPORTUNITY. By Sophie Irene Loeb. Child Welfare Board has had its first meeting. It is coms posed of four men and four women, with the Commissioner of Charities as an ex-officio member. The board at thie meeting voiced the new policy for dependent children—a policy adopted at the White House Conference of Children’s Workers in 1907. It ie this—that the home of the poorest good mother is better than the best regulated institution. This city, as a result of the legislative act, is now to be the foster. mother of the child in the home of the widow, instead of rearing the same child in an institution. If the law succeeds economically, and if, through the home influence of the mother, society secures a better citizen at the same expense to the State, it will establish ite worth and prove a precedent to every other State in the Union. It is this principle that Denmark, the country of eoonomiste and scientists, finally arrived at as the one solution to the problem of dependent children. It has alleviated o}mmunity charge, to the satis faction of that Government. other countries it has been similarly successful. Just before the war, France appropriated ten million dollars for one parpose—home care of dependent children. In the words of Mrs. Rogers Bacon, one of the women members, “This board has a great opportunity.” The Evening World, which championed the cause that resulted in this statute, echoes that statement, The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson T OO OOOOOOOL Coorright, 1918, by the Pree Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), NO. 40.—THE MAN IN ‘THE FLASK; by Gustav Meyrink. HE Rajah Mohammed Darash-Koh was giving «glittering masquer- ade fete in the Dutch palace he had hired for the season, Tho Rajah’s wealth and the magnificence of his entertain- ments had made him the foremost figure in all Holland's social world, The loveliness of his young wife, the Raneo, was the talk of every club. And, as the season went on, there were unpleasant rumors that crept into this club talk of the Ranee. There wore whispered stories of a des- Derate secret flirtation she was carrying on with the gay young Count de Feast. People fell to speculating what the Rajah would do if he should hear of this affair, for he came of a murderously jealous race and from & land where {t {s deemed @ virtue to kill any wife who is caught in even the very mildest fiirtation. On the night of the fete the palace was crowded with notables in the most amazing costumes. Every one was on tiptoe with excitement, for the Rajah had promised a mysterious noveity called “The Man in the Flask" ly @ curtain was raised upon a stage Jaws of an enormous tiger. In the high brass and made of glass at least a foot thick. The flat topped stopper was of and was about two feet across. While the guests were stil! gazing in wonder at the strange sight a richly caparisoned elephant marched out on the A Rajah's stage with several oddly dressed men on his back. One “Novelty,” of these ridera was the Count de Faast, dressed as a jovelty.’ > Sore: bynitire was the Rajah, draped in his jewelled Tobes of state. A = who brandished#@& golden club. ere) tae © cence, one naamene At a word of command the elephant lifted the Count de Faast tendert: in his trunk and dropped hint into the flask, where the Jolly Count stood bowing and grinning at his applauding friends while the brazen stopper | of the flask was screwed down into place. Next the elephant lifted the Rajah in air and deposited him on the flask's stopper. The Rajah sat there, crose- lensed, and signalled for a surrounding group of marionettes to begin thele dance. At the same moment the Count began to leap about with tortions Inside the bottle, to the delight of the audience, who h fore realized what a ecreamingly funny comedian he was. curtained sedan chair was brought out upon the stage and was eet down close to the flask. Behind the chair or glass window the guests could just catch an indistinct glimpse of a woman's white face. | " Meantime the Count was capering wildly around in his glass prison, tear- ing the slothes away from his throat and chest, ratsing his powdered hands in comic supplication to the Rajah, who atill tatuelike, per. The audience howled with glee. eo Oeieee: Presently, after a” hideous convulsion of face and body, th | fell in a limp heap at the bottom of the task andl tee strange cop~ ad never be- Then a wilk- oer there, The audience looked up. The Rajah had slipped | The pans j away unseen. The inertness of the crumpled body coroner ns lying In the flask changed the guests’ Inughter to eud- den terror, Peoplo rushed pell mell upon otage. A rain of blows from the mahout's golden club shattered, iealas and the Count was dragged out, quite dead, Whether he had died from suffoca- tion or from poisoning gases no one stopped to ask, for somebody had 1 ern open the door of the sedan chair that: stood beside the ehattered ask. 4 ty the chair, strapped to a frame of steel, sat the Ranee, gagged, bound— ead. His Majesty the Rajah Mohammed Dura#h-Koh had chosen a Oriental form of revenge. Incidentally, he had kept his promise to treat bie guests to a “novelty.” Mollie of the Movies By Alma Woodward Ooprright, 1918, by the Prese Publishing Oo, (The New York Bening World), OME people's idea of reoreation, Then one of Bayonne’s elite 1s a scream! The other day a|¢nd squeals: “What! No vacation? bunch of Betties trom Bayonne | Vieition Mies Meme, pyeae BUT was being shown through the stu- e dios. You know they come in droves whenever they can get @ oard of introduction to some director, And they come in the same spirit in which they'd go through the ruins of Pom- peli or the Morgue of Paris, Of course they throw a@ fit over everything they see, and gurgle: “How interesting!" ‘How perfectly wonderful!" “Oh, not really! Real- ly!” Until your goat gets all stand- ing up on its hind legs and meowing pitiful. And they always try to annex the leading man and tell how devoted they are to his films and how marvel- ous it is to see him in the life and find that he is more glorious, if any- thing, than on the screen. And all that loose chewii Weil, the director thought it would be policy to ask these dames to tea in the studio, First, because they were related to the sister-in-law of the vice president of the company; second, because he wanted to show them that we had real tea; third, be- cause a lobster-fed squab, with acety- lene lamps, in the bunch, thought he was a perfect dream, and he didn't want to wake her, ‘So I was roped into the Ceyso celebration as local color-~see? So’ they could go home and say, indeed, we had tea with one of the star Just to make the repartee aoru cate, I mentioned that the sum was almost over, This didn't seem ‘to raise @ riot, so I amplified and said that ‘mast every one had had a vacation but me, pictures on steamers, Woods and coasting down hills and things, You have a perpetual vaca~ t that etmply tion,” Now, say, wouldn’ ut ® bomb under your fortifications? f didn't want to be harsh with the Httle member from the oi] mills, but it was more'n I could swallow to sit there and let her get away with it without a mild reproof of some sort; so I turn very deliberately and I say in a lady. lke toke (so no one could say moving Picture actresses was coarse): “Why, you poor little biltous @ala- mander,” I ‘Il wouldn't suggest that your parents were a couple of squirrels and you were @ nut, much as I'd like to, Netther would I re- mark that people meeting you would think you was blamed lucky to sur- vive the accident that disarranged your face, Nor yet would I hint that Jany guy given his choice between you and kicking the bucket would mur- mur: “Death, where 1s thy sting? I'm too refined In the way I was raised to forget myself so far; but if you oall doing ghe pigeon trot on a telegraph wire fifty feet above the ground and being treed by a tiger that the direc. tor isn't sure whether he can climb a tree or not and has to find out b; putting me up there first—if you call that a restful vacation, I) make you a present of mine!” nd then the direotor has the nervy. to go and say I spoiled the mirth ¢ the occasion. Gee, I could told ype l Be 4 Shougnt of her if l'a going to called down anywayl We