The evening world. Newspaper, September 17, 1915, Page 14

22 RT Fe VOLUME 06... A MATTER OF VALUES. HMREE defects in the public school system of Greater New York do need correction along lines suggested ww Comptroller Prea- Gergast + ewreping proposals (1) The present eummer vacation is too long. (2) The city does not get full value out of ite school houses (A) Neither city nor children get full velue from teachers. As conditions are to-day, the briefer the time needed fore round 04 course of preparatory schooling the fairer the start for the great majority of wage earners. Obviously « longer echool year ond « hour school dey mean so wuch more mental equipment and ehere: foundation for those who need these things most. Why spread over eight years what can be put into seven? Under the present system echool houses and clase roome are idle “uring minutes that aggregate hours in the course of day. If while} one class left ite room for exercise or vocational work another clas "used it for study or recitation, great economy could be effected and the “part time” evil eliminated. The Gary plan, ghich the Comp- ‘troller advocates, lays special stress upon working class rooms to the Mimit of their daily and hourly capacity, Mr. Prendergast is unfair, however, when he compares teachers’ ‘salaries in New York with those of Berlin. In figures German ries sound much lower, But they procure in Berlin # more com- fortable standard of living, in better and more cultured surroundings, than salaries three times as high can obtein in New York. : This city can afford to pay good salaries to good teachers, It chas a right to expect them to render, if need be, forty-five weeks’ ser- vice in the year. It should also expect them to keep clear of petty in- _trigue and unseemly political agitation. New York teachers have too often forgotten that teaching is a profession, not « department of Btate politics. “The educational results achieved in our city,” declares the Comp- troller, “are not commensurate with the huge sums of money expended annually for public education.” They are not. And the chief reason is that, at present, neither oul of school houses, equipment, feastiars} nor time itself do we get full service. FORFEIT TO THE CROWN! IFTEEN MILLION DOLLARS’ worth of American meat prod- ucts seized last November on neutral steamships bound for the neutral country of Denmark are now, after ten months’ delay, condemned by the British prize court and declared forfeited to the Orown. On what ground? Because in the mind of a British Judge an ~mnusually large shipment of goods to Copenhagen carried “practical _samurance” that the goods were destined for an enemy of Great » Britain! Is assumption, then, as good as proof, when it is a question of con- “fiscating the property of American citizens? * Moreover, what orders had Great Britain promulgated last No- “vember that made food products to be consumed by the non-combat- ‘ant population of any nation contrabrand? bs The cargoes were seized before even British law itself justified wtheir forfeiture, After months of unwarrantable delay they are con- demned upon evidence admittedly inconclusive. ~ + What is this except high-handed outrage of the dignity of a neu- tral and friendly nation? Have all belligerents determined to treat the rights of neutrality as an obsolete chapter in international law? PILING IT ON THE FAITHFUL. EGINNING Oct. 1, unless fifteen cents goes with the can, the one-time ten-cent evening pint will not come home, J The liquor dealer is as sorry as anybody. But the State Excise tax mounts from $1,200 to-$1,500 on that date and those who ‘Lempty the pail must pay the toll. " It’s a gloomy month for the saloon-keepers. At least three hun- wdred in this city are expected to give up business the first of October and the Liquor Dealers’ Association predicts that as many more will _ }be unable to stick it out longer than a month or two under the in- ~ereased license. * With all their other troubles, the saloon men point out that their *s6verhead charges have doubled in the last decade, Time was when a {drink wasadrink, But now the humblest customers expect therewith a flood of electric light, fine brass and mahogany and a free lunch as <9good as a meal. ‘ 2 Still the man who takes his beer at the bar will pay only the usual «nickel for his glass. It’s the homegoing pint upon which the dealer's -eeye has settled, The growler, he finds, is the steadiest, busiest of [iall carriers. Since somebody must pay the tax, why not the faithful? ‘ Hits From Sharp Wits. You remember the saying about the wifool and his money? Well—know any eat Memphis Commercial Me is take the race of men six generations to reach physical perfection, It will probably take sixty more generations before it reaches even a modicum of common sensi Milwaukee News, Cer) = ee * Troubles sought to be drowned in drink are preserved in alcohol.—Al- ‘pany Journal. o . A man can't be reg: abandoned as long as 8 dog follows “a him around.—Columbps State, fi. Those on pleasure bent oft ap be, ure bent often 60) If you sit in the game you gotta 2 broke.—Detroit News. know one of two things-—how to lose e or when to quit.—3 oe Luther Burbank declares that it will _—<—<——————_$_ his Commer- cial Appeal. ra | “Chances for a Chemist.” ‘To the Biltor of The Evening World. In savay*. the request of F, H. I followin, the most prom- manufacture raw materia! All we need is an organization of capital, The probability is that after this war German chemists, experienced in the above mentioned lines, will turn to this country for employment. Nevertheless I believe that any man who studies chemistry has bright future, FP, L is one of of the present day. of colors and dy Yeu. To the Daltor of The Even're Work!: I live in Ba; em The Evening World D | Men Who Deserve Medal By Roy L. yright, 1015, by the Frese Publishing LARGE crowd had gath- ered on the busy thorough- A fare, Perhaps it was @ murder, Mr. Jarr pushed his way to the forefront of the throng. The cause of all the exelte- ment was a red-nosed man doing a sleight-of-hand card trick. , Such is life in a great city. “And now, friends,” spoke up the street magician, “my little feat of dexterity simply proves to you how the quickness of the hand deceives “the eye. My performance was simply to attract your attention to the wonderful litte Invention that I have demonstrated, the ten-in-one house~ hold tool kit. In this hollow handle are ten little tools of nickel-chrome steel of A-1 quality, All the tools fit in the handle—a gimlet, a brad awl, a screwdriver, a chisel, a gouge, a saw, & punch and—an article no household could be without, And all for 26 cents.” Mr, Jarr had pushed his way through the crowd with so much eager curiosity that the eye of the street merchant had fixed Mtself on him with hypnotic effect, Mr, Jarr knew if he retired without buying he would without doubt feel the scorn of the gllb street vender and get a “bawling out," as the vernacular has it. Anyway, Mr. Jarr thought the tool combination a handy thing to have around the house, and so he purchased one, “You see, friends," said the street merchant, as he handed the multiple implement to Mr, Jarr, “you seo our millionaires buy it, for it is equally useful in mansion and in tenement, That gentleman who has Just pur- chased one of these Ne Plus Ultra combination tools is none other than young J. P. Morgan, son of the late| J. P. Morgan, who has just loaned| one hundred millions to France and| England. he buys this marvel- | lous little household article—-who will be the next?” The crowd laughed as Mr. Jarr hurried away, and a man wilh « shovel over his shoulder and bis heavy brogans burned with Mme bought the next one, belng gravely Introduced to the crowd as Colonel Goethals, the man who had Just fin-) ished digging the Panama Canal, | The children were very curious to | know what the package was that Mr, | Jarr brought home, but their curiosity sluckened when they found it not candy, He showed it to Mrs. Jarr, and when she evinced little interest liye in Now Fork 1 F Rid szeokiye Dol The Jarr Family Jinducing him to install the line ad- was| begins to pull and the dictum "Ask -~ | McCardell Co, (The New York Brening World) marvels Mr, Jarr affected a fine scorn and remarked:, “Oh, you don’t think much of it, but let me tell you that J. P. Morgan, son of the late old Mr, Morgan, young Morgan—although he is older than I am—who has loaned a hundred millions to the warring na- tions of Europe—has one of theso handy little tool kits in every room of his establishment, and Colonel Goethals has written a testimonial in which he says he could not have dug the Panama Canal except he always had a lot of them on the job “Well,” said Mra, Jarr, “I don't see what good the thing is to us. We are not going to lend a hundred million dollars to the warring nations of Europe, nor are we going to dig any Panama Canals. I don't see what you bought the thing for, anyhow!” “Woman!” cried Mr. Jarr sternly, “You little wot the potency of this wonderful instrument. At one fell swoop it shatters the traditions of years, Madam, this seemingly insig- nificant little instrument has dealt a death blow to the great feminine myths RY ee ne s--No. 2 + By J. H. Cassel ally Magazine. Friday. September 17, 1915 Mr. Jarr, Illustrating a Point, Succeeds Only in Breaking {t.| j of the omnipotent hairpin!” Mrs, Jarr regarded her husband as though he raved, so Mr. “I tell you, It exposes that aged feminine fraud, the hairpin. It does everything women think a hairpin will do, that they say a hairpin will do, that they try to make a hairpin If the children lose the button- hook you say ‘No matter!’ and try to their shoes witb a do. button But it can't be done!" “It can’t be done, because the chil- dren are not wearing button shoes,” sneered Mrs. Jarr. “This nifty tains a real button-hook,” he went on, not tion, “It does ding It will pull it cuts the leaves of a a letter, It bores a hole. on the wall is where hang a small picture. wish to break the plaster, so I take this bradawi attachment and bore af’ neat hole—thus.”” But Mr. Jarr illustrated awkwardly in pressing off the centre he and broke the point of the There, look what you've made me little Instrument con- rything that foolish | womankind thinks a hairpin will do. tacks from Jarr did rav halrpin. Mr. Jare the interrup- the carpet, book or opens Now, there you wish to You do not awl. By H. J. Copyright, 191 Advertising Campaig' gible Results, 1TH but few exceptions, maga- zines to-day are carrying far less advertising than they were five or six years ago. Newspa- | pers, on the other hand, are carrying more than ever before, One reason for this is the fact that advertisers | have awakened to the waste Involved in purchasing space in a medium of national circulation to push the sales of a product for which distributing facilities had been perfected over per- haps only half of the country, By using newspapers only in the sections in which distribution bad been se- cured this element of waste bas been avoided, Muel Some Tan- money has been wasted and, truth to seoking to sumer demand | in allod a previous to the perfecting of distribu- | ting facilit This is done with the idea of bringing pressure to bear| upon the de ler for the purpose of vertined th cases it Is f vast majority of ter to get the goods upon the dealers’ shelves through lb- eral conceagions, ce the first or- der upon consignment if necessary, n when the advertising campaign your dealer is followed, there will| be no in the fulfilment of the demand created, jp the multiplicity of its mecbanioas Beventy per cent, of our population Dollars and Sense Barrett. - by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New York Brening World), cities of 60,000 population | And seventy per cent. of the reside In or less. buying in the smaller cities and towns is done by women. He ing to this s« plainly feminin app Sampling al campaigns in appeal- tion of the community the copy should sound the havo often| proved successful when accompanied by advertising food products, the experim in introducing new Results gleaned from ats of three manufac- turers in a city of about 15,000 are upon th instructed his ¢ and after prese deliver a short canvass to the distributed wife, The third sting in this connection, yed a crew of men to place a] oe Kin loorstep. One| Another ng the belt, | Ouse | his sample and a little booklet through the local grocers, who delivered them | with orders, A canvass of the ¢ grocery stores thirty days later | closed the fact that of th tributed py the first et 300 packages had been sold; the second method had resulted in the sale of 1,040 packages; 8,140 orders had been recalved for the ‘article, samples of |-~which had beon distributed by the grocers, Not one of these campaigns | was a success. But had they been supported by aggressive advertising to maintain the demand after Sis creation they should and probably would have made good Such poor results as those given | me: rticle, above argue a poor the advertising in t maintain a demand lacking merit, sity’s fourteen dis- 1 | world will not or an article le tol ,, do!" he cried. the tools,” “Ne mind, dear,” replied Mra. Jarr. ere is a hairpin, make the hole with that." But Mr. Jarr sald no word, but stalked to the window and cast the Ne Plus Ultra Acme Duplex Multiple ‘amily Tool Kit out of the window. So Wags the World By Clarence L. Cullen ‘Copyrig! ht, 1915, by The Pres Publ . tithe New York hivening Worlah = ORMULA for Ducking tho Long Stories of Returned Vacation- ers: “Hello, Jim! Just back, eh? Groat time, yes? You're lookin’ fine. Groat little tan smudge you've got on your map. So long! Gotta make a train, I'm going on my vacation." Echoes of the Eons: “I hate tho Aind o' corsets they're wearing now, don't you?” Feminine Fatulties: “I wouldn't marry the beat man that ever lived, even if he begged me to on his vended knees,” Paternal Platitudes: “I'm not one of those guys that chirps about the cutey prattiings of his young ‘uns, y'understand, but this morning that four-year-old bricklayer o' mine, Arepibald, sald at the breakfast ta- ple"— Matronly Myths: “Dearie me, no, my husband doesn't make any bones at all about the few little affairs that he had with women before he anew me, but since then—ha, ha!—the very idea of such @ thing’ makes me laugh!" asonable Saw ‘Say, bo, this ts the time o' year to grab a straw kelly for next year cheap, You kin snatch 4 $5 straw tent now for ein bone,” © Mo) ve to Expunge: “The Sport amas of Existence: Damson rves, Water melon rind ditto, Man.with Ilac scent in his dair. Man. who tells you the make of every autd- mobile as it passes. Eni i It Is reported on extremely doubt. ful authority that a man who, bellev- ing the advertisements of those hotels edis-| that say they have a room with bath | for $1.90 a aay, Went to such a notel one day last week and got such a room at the advertised rate, We admire the bulldog pertinacity, but we cannot applaud the tmagina- tion of the young man who doosn't break his engagement to the flancee who comes back from the sea- shore with a sun-peeled nose, 3 we wonder a travelling salesm spent as much time osculating his wife's picture as he tells her he does in bis letters. how much ung just married “I've broken one of| n would sell if ne! SUFFRAGE MIRAGE. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall. U.P. Belmont says: “Tite te the Geet thee i Ge | the world thet women have moved politieslly, S¥iket | sagnity ? It means now, ae it always hee and alwaye will, thet vomen come together to work the moral, better die of Gomenity intends to amert iterif” And then dhe proceeds to ange “e for “ue women.” mirage that lends ile beitevers ewey from the promised land. le the firet place, women are not “the moral, better ‘buman'ty.” In them, through circumstances over whlab control, certain quglitics beve men. But of men the same tlt i It fe fatr that women, as human betnga, ehould tale thetr part ts the social, economic and political future of the race, It te not fate that they ¢hould try to monopolize, should even think of monopolizing, the whole of this future, and such efforts and imaginings are confined to the intomperates any {mportant movement generates. ‘The rest of us are willing to say: “It’s » man's AND woman's world, my masters.” {oo The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune 18OGOOO DEHCH Copyright, 1015, by the Prem Publishing Co, (The New Yors Brening World) No. 53—-DICK BOYLE’S BUSINESS CARD, By Bret Harte, ICK BOYLE, travelling salesman for a Chicago dry goods house, was waiting at Dead Flat for the overdue westhound stage coach in which he was to travel to the nearest army post. As he waited he noticed a tall, solemn Indian, oddly clad in a blanket and an old high hat, and lounging againat an adobe wall To while away the time Dick strolled over to the savage, handed him string of bright beads from his sample trunk, and, by way of a Joke, stucle his business card into the band of the Indian‘s ridiculous high hat, Just then the belated stage came Jingling along through the dust and Dick Boyle hastened to scramble aboard, Dick was a jolly, talkative Httle chap, who liked plenty of companionship, and now he noticed with regret that the coach held but one passenger. The rest, he learned, had been scared into postponing their trip because of rumors that there was a band of Ine dians on the warpath somewhere along the stage coach route, The solitary passenger was Miss Julia Cantire, at the army pont. ‘The coach's Interior waa full of ammunition end nee cases, consigned to the fort. Some miles further on, 1t had been arranged, « military escort was to meet the coach and ride back to the post with it. sic the stage driver, let Miss Cantire sit with on the box seat. Aehind At the rear was Dick Hoyle, feeling very ipobiy and Wok ite tee eae Owen A Str een jfonversation with Miss Cantire, but «he snubbed him unmereifully, and ‘oster and the agent chuckled at his discomfture. As the coach started to eli nb a long and winding road that led through dense forests to the summit of a ridge Mins Cantire ided to mount the hill on foot, taking advantage of woodland short cuts a ne Pp ER A onlaea ak rt cuts and meeting the stage She had been gone but a few Dick Boyle, slipping to the thing white lying on the ro: his business cards nutes when the horses halted for breath, round to stretch his cramped legs, saw somes 1 at his feet, He picked it up. It was one of the same one he had stuck in the Indian's hat. Stirred by a vague fear, he pocketed the card and set off on foot through the woods fh search of Miss Canti He soon caught up with her. Her arms were full of wild flowers, and she did not seem at all glad to see him, He picked up @ sprig of myrtle she had just dropped, and, without voicing | his fears, he suggested they rejoin the stage coach at once, As they were | making thelr way back to the road they heard two far-off sho’ Arrived at the main road, they saw the wi the woods. They followed the tracks and cume | empty; {ts horses, luggage and human oe! tire in the deserted stage while he reconnoitred, In the underbrush he found the murdered bodies of Foster and the mail agent, On his way back to the coach he saw an Indian creeping along through the brushes toward Miss | Cantire—a straggler from the band that had attacked the stage, Boyle, with @ leap, landed on the redskin's back, breaking the man's neck. ‘Then he recognized the dead Indian as the same to whom he had given his cur: Reaching the stage, Dick said nothing of all this to the «irl. He made her as comfortable as he could for the night, standing guard while she slept to protect her against any lurking savages or wolves, At dawn he saw in tracks had turned off into upon the coach—looted, upants gone. Dick left Miss Can- i ,, the distance @ troop of cavalry, Running toward the An All-Night horsemen, without waking Miss Cantire, he signalled to Vigil. them to halt. Then, telling the whole story to thelr » leader, he borrowed a spare horse and galloped on to the post, Miss Cantire was awakened by the sound of cavalry horses dashing up | to the stage, At first, when she learned how Diek had deserted her without |a word of goodby, she was indignant, But a fow minutes later she over- | heard one trooper tell another about the Indian whom Hoyle had killed tn | her defense and the way Dick had guarded her sleep throughout the perilous night. Then, furtively, ahe took from the floor of the stage a sprig of myrtle and a battered business card, kissed them and thrust them inside her dres@ Making a Hit By Alma Woodward Copyright, 1915, by the Prem Publt@iing Co. (The New York Evening World), Washing Your Wife's Tresses. | wet into them, Without taking the tems | Gevery man, moms te think that, be hee erature of the water, scoop 4 glassftul the pinna: domestic docility of it over her head, and when she |e Pie ot oats’ in | Ket# scalded and throws a fit tell her | bot keen ont you might just as well not wash it at id. ad luck, will bare ii: | all Uf you're golng to uae oold water, Bue’ lot‘hor get hold of | 4 Every few seconds push her head Mg A spoite it veut away to| nearer the basin, banging her foree nish ‘what’ @ Derfect mersied life she] head each time on the porcelain ed, and shoving the tip of her nose into the hot, soapy water. There will be @ smothered volley of language from the folds of the washrag, but heed it not—you are master of the e#lituation for the nonce, 5. Following are a few traditional phras be used under the condi- ‘m no French hairdresser, you know, If you want me to wash your head, you gotta be satisfied with the way I do it, I'm not stuck on the Job!" "Well, if you'd held the rag t way I told you to, it wouldn't got in, Of course it burns, but i not going to kill you!" “There isn't any water in your ear—you Imagine it” “Yeu, I'll be finished tn a minute, 6, After sho's registered all the ks she can think of, observe coldly: That's what @ man gets for trying to do everything In this world to please his wife, Next time wash It yoursolft™ (This last plane, having been ip use since Bret time Adam doused Dre's | pond, iy pow oo tie tau billions aay tals it prove. tO | feat, | PAIRST—When you've settled into iF your lazy chair with cigar, eve- ning papers and the sense of having dined well, that is the time your wife will choose to tell you that her hair really ought to be washed; that she can't do a thing with it, it's so oily; that it's so thick it wears her out to “do” ft; and that you have such a wonderful knack at it, These are preliminaries, Before she gets to the hinting stage, Jump to your feet and lead the way to the bathroom, smiling sweetly as you go. 2, Pick out a nuimber of chatrs for her to ait on. For three that are too low there are four that are too high. Finally improvise one with a shirt- | waist box, a couple of encyclopedias, Ja sofa cushion and a bunch popular music. 4, Tell her, before you start, that you're going to be as gentle as you can. Give her a folded washrag to hold cver her eyes, #o the soap won't ne A NR + of our own,” “s new code of honor,” “e different ctandar’ of meme” All of which, to put It ae politely ae possftte, to pure beh o cartel oH 4 ‘