The evening world. Newspaper, August 20, 1915, Page 10

‘i ESTABLISHED BY JOSEPH PULITZER. one ee Pare bees fens Oe © © ase? : for the United States end Canada. at New York as Matter. For All Countries in Postal $8.80| One Tear.. 801 One Month ternat OF GRAVEST IMPORT. - ‘those who perished, could establish a difference in the nature of such ‘acts themselves. Both, in their intent, were equally inhuman, equally Igwless az:4 equally contemptuous of the rights of American citizens in jeopardizing their safety on the seas. So grave is the significance of what may’ prove to be the actual ‘character of this latest revelation of German naval policy that this nation needs to exercise the strongest self-conttol while it awaits the ‘tall and final facts.’ : ‘The Arabic was on her westward voyage. She carried, therefore, We munitions of war—the plea which Germany overworked in the "case of the Lusitania. There was every reason to believe, as was _ the faot, that the Arabic had on board citizens of this neutral nation. Tt is now four weeks since the President of the United States, ~ pressing “very solemnly upon the Imperial German Government the necessity of a scrupulous observance of neutral rights,” declared in terms of equally solemn purport: ‘ Repetition by the commanders of German naval vessels of Gets in contravention of those rights must be regarded by the Government of the United States, when they affect American cities, as deliberately unfriendly. If, then, it proves, as now seems but too well vouched for, that a German torpedo was launched at the Arabic without warning, there ean be but one conclusion: ’ Germany flouts American claims. Germany defies American _. Under such conditions the sorely tried patience of this nation must reach the hreaking point. Newly disclosed activities of Ger- many’s representatives in this country have become only less objec- tionable in our eyes than the acts of her Government and her war Bia She has chosen to forfeit our friendship and esteem. We see ©) that if our citizens arc to be protected it must be in other ways than Dy appeals to her humanity or to her regard for law as observed by civilized peoples. She urges upon us the moment when we can treat with her ee GALVESTON SAVED. |HE big tropical hurricane which on Monday and ‘Tuesday sent _, the waters of the Gulf of Mexico climbing the low-lying ; shores, while not the worst of its kind, was bad enough. Re- ports indicate that 400 persons may have lost their lives and damage ‘to property is expected to reach $30,000,000. > Asin the more terrible storm of 1900, when 8,000 perished, Gal- veston felt the full force of the hundred-mile gale. But the 95,000,000 granite sea wall built after the earlier catastrophe seems to have stood the test and saved a big part of the city. Three hundred feet of the million dollar causeway which links Galveston with the “mainland was carried away and hundreds of houses were destroyed. ‘The Galvestonians, however, aro-undaunted and point to the fact that their main bulwarks kept out the enemy. The Mayor believes outside aid will not be needed, and as the ‘waters go lown Galveston’s citizens send greetings to the world “buoy- antly cheerful because of the demonstrated impregnability of their works.” ~The country has not forgotten the blow dealt Galveston fifteen age, nor the courage and determination with which the city from it. Along with cordial offers of help if necded, the Gulf hes the congratulations of the nation upon the wisdom and thor- with which she built her defenses, eteieininmmenttban A SECOND CAMP AT PLATTSBURG? NE of the best features of this camp,” writes Police Com- missioner Woods at Plattsburg to The Evening World, “ie that it keeps the men thinking as to the needs of the for defense.” It has done better still. It has set thousands of citizens at home > thinking thet » few weeks or even months of training in elementary soldiering might be as good for their own bodies and minds as for the possible needs of/the nation. It has given busy, peace-loving Americans a new idea of “the military life” as it can be led for brief periods to stiffen the fibre of the nation’s manhood without arousing the warlike instincts and impulses which pacifists profess to dread. As Commissioner Woods says: “Long working hours, simple food, ‘obedience to orders, insistence on promptness and precision—this is ' what-they would get (in military instruction camps) and they would >>> all be better men for it, in whatever walk of life they belong.” - Welieve that a share of this sort of training squares perfectly with American ideals of useful, peaceable living, is in the growing demand plenty to say of hard work but nothing at all of revels. any A new movie house announces $3 seats. And baseball bleachers bare at 10 cents! Hits From Sharp Wits. iB cor Eentret News. "| autor—Denoret News | Feat by | ron thirst than It does to. teed as fully | Satie, fasally.—Mempiie Cow FP THE commander of the German submarine that sunk the Arabic Bf left the fate of those on board—including twenty-five Americans —to the mercy of Providence; if he gave no warning, as the cap- ‘Sct as indefensiblo, as wanton, as murderous as the sinking of the No actual loss of life, any more than the relative prominence of ‘The best proof that business and professional men are coming to for another camp at Plattsburg in September. Nobody can say that ‘@ more “good time” is the attraction, Reports from the camp have When every able-bodied citizen looks upon a few weeks in a ‘military camp from time to time as a part of self-improvement as well | duty, the problem of national defense will present few difficulties, ig hit by the 0 feed an merelal | place Becond-Claas ‘the Continent and os tional By Roy L. 66 HIS hot weather is just killing me!" exclaimed Mrs, Jarr complainingly. “And me with no girl! 1 used to think I'd be} glad if Gertrude would leave, but now I see she was a help after all.” “Well, don't worry about it,” sald Mr. Jarr comfortingly. “It isn't our fault Gertrude left. It was your mother calling here and picking 4 fight with the girl. I have to put up with your mother because I am only your husband. But according to the Declaration of Independence every American serving mald is born free and independent"—— “Please don't say anything about my mother!” whimpered Mrs. Jarr, “Gertrude had no right to be im- pudent to her. Of course, e could ‘we impudent to me, beca I was only the mistress of the ho! Then, too, she heard you speaking to me the way you do whenever you feel like it, no matter who is present, But with all Gertrude’s faults I wish she were here now.” “Oh, don't worry! Gertrude will ome back,” said Mr. Jarr soothingly. “Indeed she will not! I wouldn't take her back if she were to beg me on her knees. Besides,” here Mrs. Jarr sighed, “they never do come back.” “Like statesmen, bankrupt stock brokers and pugilists,” said Mr, Jarr. “We ought to close the flat and take the children and go to some nice place in the country,” said Mrs, Jarr with a sigh, “This would be a any girl.” “That's it!" cried Mr. Jarr eagerly, “We can pack up and skip!" “How can I get things ready in a Jiffy?” asked Mra, Jarr, “How can I get anything ready when I am work- ing myself to death without a ser- vant girl, and have no time to go shopping to buy anything for myself er the children?” “Well, don't worry about that,” said Mr. Jarr. “You are worried and tired and need a Just pack up anything and le! tt out of town I'll ask the boss to let me have my vacation.” 1k him where I can get a good said Mra, Jarr, “That's what good girl, Maybe he knows at. Jarr changed the subject. hnson, the cashier, wi ing of some friends of his who have taken a furnished bungalow for the summer ~The Jarr Family good time to go, because we havef't |. McCardell Copyright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening World) are furnished and are just the thing for light housekeeping, and families renting them do not need to be both- ered with servants.” “Tell Johnson to mind his own busl- ness!" Mrs, Jarr snapped. “Well, I'll go over to see Gertrude’s jmarried sister on the east side,” said Mr. Jarr. “I think Gertrude will be glad to come back to us, and if she doesn't we might go to look at the bungalow colony. A lot of peo- Why Your Clo A becoming, girl who considers herself a little too This will give a more slender effect. thin that she is positively bony wif! well as the high girdle, in a bungalow colony in a@ pretty not far from town," said Mr. “Jahnaen eat4 the bunssinwe erm look much sleeve of the net reaching to the el hy \ a¢ Are Not Becoming By Andre Dupont Copyright, 1015, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Mvening World). A Dress for Summer Dances. WOMAN never looks so beautiful or so ugly as she does in evening! dress, It all depends upon the woman and the style of frock she wears. If you are proportioned just about as you should be for your, drapes the waist, ‘This brings a new color note into the frock that fe most Buch an evening dress is well adapted to the average figure, but the ness in the skirt and keep the draped girdle the same color as the costume, But, unfortunately, she will aleo discover that the mere suggestion of a sleeve, so pretty on her plump eister, la in her case an unfortunate exposure of an emaciated arm. This can be obviated by a short ’ The Evening World Daily Magazine. Friday. August 20, 1915 Mr. Jarr Is Now About to Fare Forth In Quest of.a Household Treasure ple live there alt the year around and we might like it and stay and ensoy) the flowers"—— “Flowers?” asked Mrs, Jarr. Yes, we could raise our own! es and pansies and roses.” "Never mind the daisies and} pansies and roses; Gertrude is the family flower I am interested! in," replied Mrs, Jarr.° “Put on your hat and go to her married! sister's and gee if she will come back. But be sure to impress her that you are doing it as @ personal favor and| that I don't wish her back.” “But don’t you?" asked Mr. Jarr. thes height and your weight is all right almost any of the new models should | wult you perfectly, always provided It is modest and in good taste, But if you are too thin or too stout, then you must eelect your costume very carefully if you want to look your best in the evening. Never was there such a wide variety of fashions to choose from as there is this summer. There are dancing frocks of taffeta, of eatin, of chiffon, &c., but the pret- tlest of all are those of net. This dia- Phonous fabric is used in pink, pale blue, yellow, bl white, lavender, or in all these shades together in a combination called “rainbow.” A very lovely model is shown in the accompanying cut, with one of the new wide skirts measuring nearly six yards around the hem, In any other material such an amount of ful- ness would be ugly and cumbersome, But it is very pretty in an evening costume and especially attractive in white net over a pale blue silk slip, as pictured in the flustration. It is edged around the bottom with @ very narrow piping of the taffeta, The bodice is cut with a modest square neck in the front and has folds of the net over the tops of the arms, a much prettier and more becoming style than some of the absolutely sleeve- less, naked looking frocks that are often seen this summer, Pussy wil- low ribbon in shades of pink and yel- low is used for the wide girdle that fat should have a yard or two leas ful- On the other hand, the girl who is so 1) find vhe full skirt very becoming as “Well, you'd better not come back without her,” snapped Mrs, Jarr. “Horse Sense” Copyright, 1915, by The Press Publishing Co, (The New York ing World), R. FIDGET! aa carrying an armful of clothes, coats, trou- sers, clean shirts soiled ones, mixed in wildest confusion, while from one hand dangled a muddy pair of tan shoes. He threw his burden on the bed and the shoes naturally landed on top of his best dress shirt. “What's the matter?” he inquired in surprise as his wife expostulated. “Matter!” replied Mrs, Fidgets. “Matter enpugh and to spare, I should think! You've got everything #80 mixed up I don't know what I've packed and what I haven't.” “You told me to bring all my clothes out of the closet and I brought them,” said Mr, Fidgets indignantly. “lL thought all the time that it was a fool way to pack, but I wae too cour- teous to say 80. Now, if you'll stop bossing for five minutes and let me use a little horse sense about it we will get everything packed in a jiffy.” “What will you do?” inquired Mri Fidgets, curiosity getting the bet of her temper. “A commer traveller once told me,” said her hi band, “that to pack a trunk in hurr; without forgetting anything, all ave to do is to begin at the feet “I mean my f The idea is this: First, you think of the needs of the feet as shoes, socks, &c. Then you start upward. That brings you to underwear, shirts, and, last of all, collars and neckties, Add night gear and a cake of soap. Determine the particular articles of each sort you want to take and how many. Get them all together and check them up to see that nothing has been omitted, In that way it’s impossible to forget anything. “In the bottom of the trunk,” he continued, still anxious to impart in- formation, “you place all the heaviest things or those last to be needed. Fold each warment flat and press it down well. Lay the coats flat on their ‘backs, straighten out the fronts and pull one side slightly over the other. Bring the sleeves over the front of the coat a little from the elbows down and fold the coat once at the waist necessary, Pack bottles in hoes" — “That won't work,” said Mrs. Fid- gots, “A bottle of hair tonic just spoiled my white buckskin pumps last summer. But the Idea of thinking from the feet up is ‘8 gets enthusiastically, Defeat it y, I thought you sald it be- bow, If this sleeve is lined with thin white chiffon it will preserve the transparent effect, but it will .aake the appearance, . fatter end also sive (ta dasaling white lol to another man?” “Oh. ." replied Mr, Fidgets fip- » peaganly borrowed it from o~hgomninne heat “WILFUL-MISSING.” By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. E latest of the girls-who-start-for-New-York-and-disappear has just bobbed up serenely in Boston, whither she went of her own free will, and under an assumed name, to taste the joy of lite in moving picture theatres and a Y. W. 0. A. boarding house. Thus, one more mad legend of white slave kidnapping has been marred in the making. One more myth of New York as the Port of Missing Girls has not to be swallowed whole by the hinterlands. The case-of this incantious but uncoerced young person would seem to show that when a girl bound for New York disappears, the girl, and not New York, may be responsible. It is a cheering hy- pothesis to those who are a bit weary of watching the white slave experts picture this city as a modern Minotaur, with jaws constantly crunching some fair and unsuspicious female. Instead of the hysterical mush talked about missing girls, con- sider one piece of testimony which is often overlooked. It comes from the men with years of experience in that department of policy activity which handles the cases of girls and women who are reported to have disappeared in New York. According to the investigators at Headquarters, the girl who can’t be found simply doesn’t want to be found. She is “wilful-missing” in the most literal sense of Kipling’s phrase. That probably is not a pleasant thought for parents. But should be more pleasant, and it is certainly more plausible, than the bogy of a band of professional girl-stealers lying in wait in every New York street. The fact is, certain modern girls won’t allow their brothers a monopoly of anything—not even of running away in esearch of adventures or a fortune. However—like her brother—the modern girl usually ends by running back home, even as little Miss Guidone did the other day, t fi Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune @DDQOG'HDOHGQDOHDOHDSOOSOOOE OOOO Copyright, 1018, by the Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Work), No. 41—WOLFERT WEBBER. By Washington Irving. OLFERT WEBBER was a Dutch farmer. He had a brick house, # trim garden and many acres of pasture end woodland on the | Island of Manhattan just to the north of the fast growing Uttle clty of New York—the city his Dutch ancestors had called “New | Amsterdam.” Wolfert made a fair living off his farm and he was reasonably happy— | until the treasure hunting idea took hold of him. New York, a century or 6o ago, was full of rumors of ®uried treasure. Capt. Kidd was supposed to have secreted his pirate hoard somewhere along the shore of Manhattan or of Coney Island. Old Petrus Stuyvesant, one-legged Dutch Governor of New Amsterdam, was eaid to bave buried a fortune in gold pieces on his Bouerie farm. Bradish and others were’ thought to have interred money boxes here and there on the island, Wolfert Webber listencd to such stories unt he 12 The Treasure was convinced that aome of this treasure was hédéen Hunan under the earth on his own farm. And he began to dig, 3 . Day and night he dug; winter and summer, He! | dug deep in his fields and under his trees. He dug unsightly holes amid the marigolds én hie prim flower garden. He deg around the foundations of his house, Digging for treasure became the ene passion of Wolfert’s life. Meantime, he neglected to plant his crops, to cultivate his | attend to his livestock. And, of course, he grew poorer and poorer, | what did he care? He was certain that one day or other his land weald yield him a fortune, because he was more and more possessed that it held buried treasure. While he dug and dreamed the | York was growing with lightning speed. But the obsessed olf | gave no heed to its miraculous growth, In his few spare hours Wolfert haunted waterside taverns, listened with greedy ears to the loungers’ tales of pirate gold. These made him all the more positive that he would some day win vast At last one evening, when he was on @ wild-goose chase he fell, and hurt himself so badly that he was brought home in a dying condition. Convinced that his end was at hand the injured mas sem | for Rollebuck, the lawyer, to draw up his will, “I give and bequeath,” faintly dictated Wolfert, “my emai farm*—. | “What!” interrupted the lawyer, “all that great patch of land whie® gre | Corporation is just going to run @ main etreet through? I wish him joy | that inherits it!” “What do you mean?” asked Wolfert feebly. : | “He'll pe one of the richest men in the place,” explained RoMebuck. “Why, when that great fleld and that huge meadow come to be laid éut in - streets and cut up into snug building lots—why, whoever owns it need met pull off his hat to the patroon himself!” | Orr : ; 6 “Say you eo?” cried Wolfert, Jumping out ef bed. A Hidden “Why, then, I think I'll not make my will yet.” Wolfert Webber's long-sought treasure was found, Fortune. and in Kis own land, too; though not in the form of ° pirate gold that he had expected. Within a few months a bustling big street ran through the midéie of ' ‘Wolfert's farm, Presently, a single lot was worth more than the whole estate had been, Money rolled into Wolfert’s pockets too fast to be counted, He epeedily found himself richer than if he had unearthed fifty treasure chests, ‘When people asked him about ‘his rise to wealth he used to eay that it was ali due to his own marvellous brain power, i }Cupid’s Summer Correspondence By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1016, by the Pres Publishing Co, (The New York Evening Wortt), Mother's Boy. 2. have iy Food. , Gene ray plenio, and CHE: is one had gotten where EAR PSYCHE: In a week oF | 00 fore guessing wage © two I'm going to steer Rose-|for spite. But the gloom hadn't bit marie up against the Real Man.| Mother's Boy, He resembled nothing lot course I've had him picked from| 8 much as @ neaceful country town t seen him yet, | “ter & spring shower, j the first—but she hasn't see Every time Rosemarie looked at When I do bring him around people | him an angry little flush crept from are going to say it's @ case of “love lat first eight.” But what will realiy her ears right to her eyes He was u happe this: blot on the landscape to her, knew what was coming to bute “at In @ special quiver of mother-of- pearl, hidden in a moss-covered cave right. Balmy as a southern breese - proached. "Thinking te ‘rales fer under a sparkling waterfall, I have an|@reoping spirits he started in with « arrow tipped with a fire opal. Tam saving it for Rosemarie, At their meetine he will see her first. It recital of his college reco: ry that it was no credit to him to win won't take anything extraordinary in arrow line to transfix him—« No. all the prizes because it was no the 7 will do, I think, little heart. When her eyes meet his then will my work be ended, Isn't it funny, Psyche, that mortals speak of love as though it just “happened?” It only they Knew what a slave I am to_my profession! Before I get too long-winded I'm He followed that up by telling thet he had never given KA mot A moment's worry and that as long as Ute was a ben be pever ‘would, Then, Just before I have her turn ep, be his trump card, around: i'll string my bow and hold | He sae ae 8 food eon always makes it poised so that a dazzling moonbeam | ® food husband, “and proposed! Rose. shall light tho radiant fires of the|™marie threw him one incredulous pal, Instantly Yl send te wingtny) | Corfoct burlecaus, Bee aires ee ae ie cel wi straight to the centre of her areased the rest of the party” ‘Ladies and gentlemen!" she intoned poistne to her prostrate viotim, “I ve the honor to present to you to» day a phenomenon! Bohold! The condensed milk of human kindness" In the clamor that followed Mother's ing to tell you about the latest: | Boy made his getaway, It was unkin ffother's Boy! Really, the sh of | —but what can you do with @ | | these various swains amusos me suf- | Credential, anyway? Yours, fictently to pay for my Ii 5 It was at & picnic—a teal cae, Now, ewcew ona knawa what o atmusgic it ts P, B—Next to the last ts “the man.”