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THE RECORD BUDGET. ME Viggest budget in ste history & no surprise to the city. 1916. The Board of Education, they must pay. people of this city, however, are not going to forget who unneeded taxes upon their already 3 SET IT ASIDE AND TRY AGAIN. HIE best and the worst have been said about the new State Con- stitution. To-morrow disposes of it. Out of all the ditcussion we believe there hes finally come to the average voter conviction that thie 82,000 word instrument ix \useworthy to stand as the will of the people of New York expressed i» the organic law of their commonwealth. ‘As e document it {s netther understood nor, indeed, understand- shite: Mer’ not only differ as to what it might accomplish: they can- ‘wR even agree what it means. It is involved, intricate, toohnical— the opposite of what a constitution among self-governing peop'e should be. Now, at the moment when voters are to vote upon it—eo unf»- » tanate were the time end circumstances of its preparation, 90 little attention could the public give to it, eo complicated has been the task of appraising it—those whe must vote upon it are in reality but half prepared even to discuss it. As Mr. George Foster Peabody says: “Even if the new Con- stitution offered more gains for the true interest of the people, it ‘would be a pity to have discussion end to-day.” ‘There is not the faintest reason why the State should be hustled Jato « misfit Constitution. The commonwealth is not threatened ‘with dissolution. Serious as may be the faults it hopes te corro:t, ade not eo menacing as to call for treatment precipitate rather Reject the proposed Constitution to-morrow and what happens? ho Vest thing that could happen. A new Constitutional Convention meets in 1918, or even in 1917, if the question be submitted to the estyrete next epring—ea Convention put on its guard by the mistnkes @ tte predecessor, a Convention certain to be in m higher degree Fepreventative and responsible, a Convention sure to be watched moro! @osely and invelligently by the publie becan @ of lessons learned this year. Shall we saddle New York for twenty years with an equivocal, Yewyer-made Constitution when ig is still feasible to demand one that shall be straightforward and representative? We believe common sense has put this question to voters in simost every corner of the State and that they are ready with thoir anewer, ——4-—______ Of the campaign just closed as of life: It would have been deadly dull without the ladies. Hits From Sharp Wits. ‘The man with the black eye is not out looking for trouble, He is on his ‘way back. irresistible force attacking an immov- able body.—Deseret News. ° ee ‘To be neutral you must be absolute- Tt 1s a sensible man, declares Je- ly consistent. And there ain't no such| rome, Who never wants what he animal.—Toledo Blade. knows he cannot have, oe ees A man who wakes up and finds! The average man, according to Jo- himself famous ne thereafter has e, has a lot more to say about Hiseful sleep. he t# going to do than he has € Pe ae t what he has done, Go An optimist arguing with a pessi- Appoal Warden Ox ening Word ‘ die It was a wonderful evening for me I want to thank you on behalf of; t ish ¢ ous a ar and othes of my fa myself aod several of my friends for : Pe a Ro ads ARR Baresi) hearness of Eric Lucknow that mide the interesting seriew of articles ap- |; ng wood citizens, inst iva white it in my life. grew ring in your paper by Miss Sophie | confi oriininals. ‘The EB Bue Moy O09 kf prevent either IAs Meee cae dealify with the condi- | World has waged a good and succeue Rell OF Rosen ape Maw Rap caves t at Bing Sing Prison, ft have| ful ht against vested interests be- Cf my hanpingss | paid a good deal vt tative the development of Warden | fore this, The fluht for a cleaner fore had invited to Jom us After the Gedorne's new ideas with great {n-| prison system ty Mkowive a fight Uric had Wyited to jon ue terest, and it seems to me that the | against vested Interests and corrupt tried to make Haskall think that Lat PEblic need only to become ac-| politicians, With all the forces of «more interested me» That Eric would _ q@iaintod with those ideas in order to | evil lined up against Warden Osborne gisy think so 1 never dreamed. I ¢ hiz5o ith and indo: the/and his system !t is a food thing to thought afier what | had tolt him fs Believing this, | made a trip|see a clean, disinterested paper like that day at luncheon he would un * Bing Sing myscif and saw those| The Evening World take the trouble derstand de in operation to the greatest pos-|to explain to the public the system “You better give the men a chance benefit of Hie eemoners. ope and its paveDtage, oat] 13 fam to talk. Of friends sometim al are not ly ones w ENNA! . > ‘ SOC ee Ce Oe When Gov, Whitman approved the neediess 620,000,090 @irect tax which « reckless Leguisture imposed upon tie State it was obvious that the City of New York would beve to furnua iain onto , the figure finally agreed upon after an all-night see of the Board of Estimate and Apportionment os necessary to the dity’s obligations in 1016, represents an actual cutting down | @upenses! The total appropriations for city departments, Vise, Water and Deck Departments, each and all, get less Belaries of city employees have suffered treasury $1,600,000. rate is expected to go Mist ia a very good example of an | Memphis { The Evening World Daily Mag | The Woman | By Dale Drummond CHAPTER X. HAVE been shopping,” I par- | | ried, As he had finjshed bis | luncheon I made no reply to his, other remark, | \ 66 “Well, why don't you sit down?” “1 haw hai my luacheon,” I tried to speak naturally, | “Where?” he ulinost screamed, | “At Perry's,” 1 replied uw calinly as |1 could. | “Wao gave you permission to lunch at Perry's! Thate wut you Wanted @p allowance for, is it? So you could epeug it in 4 place where you buoyed \to be adiired, Who did you luuen with? Gut with it! Who's the gaa my wife spends ber time with? Aad you get no mure money frow We, Lol @nother cent!” i “4 luncned with Mr, Lucknow.” | “So I was right, eh? You and Lucknow .bink you can fool me, but! you can't!" And he orougbt bis Ost down on the table with sucu force the dishes raitied, “J met him as 1 was coming home. He asked me to luneb with bin, and ‘as [ had no idea you would be at | home"— “Uf course you bedn't!" be Inter- rupted. “Ifyou bad you would bave been here as meek as Moses and then gone with him some other time,” | A few days passed and neither had again mentioned Eric Lucknow, al- jthough Haskall bad scarcely spokea! without @ sucer, The telephone rang) as | left the breakfast tavie. | ans od, , this is Mrs, Borough “Will you and Mr. Boroughs ac- company mo to the opera to-night, 1 uve # box." It was Bric Luckuow's | Voice. | "Oh, 1 should love to Abered, and suid haps—if it tan't you will talk Mr ottice and ask bim minutes ago was ip day. Wh told me tha then I re- nore soberly, web troune, Borougiis up at bis He left about teu @ state of excitement all » Haskall came home he Lucknow bad asked HIM to the opera and had included He told me to wear my pearls and belecwed th wown | Id put on, rt wid have a dis od aon. foyer and toward but rather way all that's ttimore [Alone at L Copyright, 1018, by the Pres Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World), ast! #& aves. # Who Dared —By Roy L. kall_ grumbled. His speech was bromidian, but it rved Haskall's purpose. I said no ®, Save to answer when spoken to, 1 we reached home. Then for an 66 HERE! It's after eight o'clock and that boy isn't up yet. Willte! W-t-I1-1-0! Will-eeese! If you don't get right up I'll send your father in there to you!" “Um up, Maw, um up!" ‘ou are not up! Look at your Iittle un hour J was compelled to listen to his vituperation. At first I did not try to defend myself, but after a while I began to reason with him, to tell him that no man meant anything to me. “That's right! Deny tt!" he roared. “I have never told you an untruth, never lied to you, Haskall. I never shall But from now on I shall tell you what I please of my actions. Some things I shall refuse to tell; even to you.” It school!” This last was not strictly the fact. Little Emma Jarr was dressed only so far as her little petticoats and was standing between her mother’s knees getting her braids attended to, Mean- while, Master Willie Jarr in bis Uttle t thane & foolish speech, espectally at “So there ARE things to hide, are|bed had closed his eyes and there? 1 knew 1 piles Aure, too. that T,shall know what you |20ther one of those dellebttul do—every' enatohes of sleep that come so sweetly to us when it is time we should be up, Ref.ections of a Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Corneal, WL, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York rening World). HP first step in making @ husband out of bachelor Is to extract the “nerve,” thing!" (To Be Continued.) 4 Most men who rush tnto marriage are blinded not so much by love es by the pink-and-white negligee advertisements, Tt 8 awfully annoying to invite a charming man to meet a fascinating woman and then discover that they can't possibly take any interest in one another—just because they once happened to have been married to ong another, \ You can't trust clocks in judging a mai ever yet over “ten minutes” late for anythin; pointed, "8 punctuality, No man was » nO matter HOW the bmnds A man knows that there ts nothing so dead as dead love; but a wom- in always vainly hopes that {t has just gone Into e trance and will awaken some morning if she cries long and loudly enough. No man can remember when or how love began any more than he can remember when or how the spring began, or his grouch began, or the wine began to go.to his head, Every man seems to fancy that the only way to make a woman be- Heve that he 1s telling the naked truth is to dress it up in a few nice oon- vincing hes, . The trouble with the average girl who comes to New York to “fight her way” ts that she can’t find any temptations to “etru, inet,” and most of the men she meets in the office turn out to be just “sheep in wolves’ clothing” who seem bent upon driving her to work rather than on driving her about in automobiles, Marriage {s the alchemy that sometimes turns molecule {nto @ man, and again, alas, turns a man into a molecule, ood deal to say to each other, Oopyright, 1918, by the Press Publishing Oo, (The New York Evening World). aister, up hours ago and ready for | 4! Monday. November 1. 1915 By J. H. Cassel The Jarr Family McCardell — “I do wish your father would give me a hand with you children,” com- Plained Mrs. Jarr. ‘But, no, he just grins and says; “That's what I used to do!’" sniffed Mrs. Jarr, as she seized hold of one of the little girl's Pigtails some five inches from her and began to tug hard with a comb at the end strands of the heir, Whereupon, despite Mrs. Jarr’s efforts to make the operation & painless one, the little girl shrieked, “Ouch! You're hurting me!" “Yes, how oan I have any contro! of you children when your father doesn’t seem to care how you act?” Hearing this last, Mr. Jarr, who was shaving himself, shouted, “Will- yumi" And immediately Master Willie Jarr was heard to jump out of bed, and a quick, ecuffling sound proved he was jumping into his clothes at once—Master Jarr having prepared for @ quick toilet by arranging his clothes on @ chair by the bed. “Breakfast, mum!" announced Ger- trude, the light running domeatic, ap- pearing at the door, “And I think them fisb ain't any pound-and-e-half, either.” “Oh, I suppose we're bein cheated with short weight, besides bigh prices,” said Mra, Jarr, “What did you get fish for, then, from that place?” asked Mr. Jarr, “I bave to deal where I can,” an- swered Mrs, Jarr. “Especially as I had to let Bepler, the butcher's, bill 0 over, because this week I had to pay Muller, the grocer; and then gas, rent, toe, milk"—— But Mr, Jarr, not destring to listen | again to the litany of High Living on # Small Salary, interrupted by eayin, “Well, breakfast is waiting!” “Did you wash your neck?” asked Mrs, Jarr as little Willie slouched In, The Stories Of Stories Plot of Immortal Fiction Masterpeces tP son Terhune Phen ate Cnene! Wik ee s ‘ ok towne ¥ No.67-— THE PASSACE OF THE RED SEA; By Henri Munger. | ARCEL wees panier He tived tn am atthe te Pore Made Quarter re be | et poverty and dreamed of tame not solos bul quarteties shared Bobeman chums, Rodviphe, Sonauaerd These laughs and drei by bie three dow n-at-hewl iM enormous picture which he c This painting represented jo garieh acd tle Mfe work and pride “THY PASSAGE OF THE Kt detal! the drowning of Pharaoh's boots. Ov Pharech’s Gaming cloak »\ one Maree! hed used yp # © fortune te cobelt paint : As f00n a8 the huge picture wae 0 a he { it to the Galos, eure | that it would be praised by al! the world, and then would sel! for enough to give the painter and his three frie & spree which should mark eo | epoen im Latin Quarter history. The Salon committee prompiy and vigor ously rejected “THE PASSAGE OF THE RED SEA” | Mares! was heartbroken, But he @id not give up A briitiant ides eer ourred t@ him. He painted # helmet on P Sper 3 rad, blotted Ge 4 "eo Reyptian whiskers and gave him an aquiline nose Then + eet named his picture "CAESAR CROSSING THE RUBICON,” A Very Thing €nd hopefully sent it to the next eaion, It was rejected head even more promptly, if possible, than before. Disguise, Marce: leaped lurid abuse upon the boneheaded mem- AAPA ® were of the committee for their idiocy in failing to Fesog- te hie gentua Then, emit by ett)! another brilliant idea, he feF feverishly to work repainting (he whole picture. And these are the wonder ful changes Made in it, with the certainty that the committees would ao suspect ita identity, but would accept it with loud acclatm: First of al! he changed the Red Sea inio a snowy plain.’ Then he dotted he plain with a few stunted pine trees. He painted Pharaoh {n a cocked ter and @ @ray overcoat. Then he gave hie picture the title: “NAPO- LEON'S RETREAT FROM MOSCOW,” and rushed it off to the Salon. Back it came with Incredible awiftness—rejected! Maree! filled the air with hie Inmetations, vowing that the committee had formed a conspiracy to prevent him from becoming famous, Meantime he and hie three friends were on the point of starving. As they eat moodily tomether one night in Marcel’s attic a rich funk dealer named Medicis called on them. The four hailed him rapturously, ecenting money im bis visit Medicis eat down, rattling a handful of money tn his pocket. “Begin your song.” urged Marcel. “The prelude is deliehtful.” Medicis came at once to the point. He wanted to buy Marcel’s great picture. A world-renowned art collector, he sald, wanted to purchase It from him and exhibit It. Maree! wild with foy. Medicis began to count gold out of his pocket. When he had counted out 160 france ($30) he ." beewed Marcel. “You've made a aplendid start.” But Medicis stubborniy refused to pay one penny more than the 160 france, ourh Marcel tearfully protested that the cobalt paint on Pharoah’a mantle had alone cost more than that. At length, being verv hunery, Maree) necepted the terme. Medicis tn honor of the bargain invited the four out to dinner. [t was a giortour feast. Marce! mot eo excessively drunk that it took all the force and persuasive powers of his three friends to prevent him from calling upon his tailor on the way home and paying him the 150 france on account. A week Inter on the Faubourg St. Honore Marcel noticed a crowd weathered around a steamsh!p office, in front of which a brand new sign aarnnnanan® had been hing. He stopped to look; then stood | The sten waa his own beloved picture, “THF PAFSAGH OF THE RED STA.” Only a eteambont had been painted into the foreground and the ploture was now labelled, “HARBOR OF MARSEILLES.” A murmur of approval from the Httle crowd greeted the patnting’s mandy colors. “Ah!” murmured the gratified Marcel as he walked on. “It see:ns the common people appreciate my gentus. And the votce of the people is the voioa of Heaven Pop’s Mutual Motor By Alma Woodward. tranefixed tame Com with amazement. + at Lact! OP let himself tn and hung his oat and hat on the reck. A Pleasant odor of chicken fricas- see and boiled onions assailed his nostrila, He began to plan just how he was going to pour oodles of gravy over his mashed potatoes, “I washed up down at the office,” he called in, cheerily, to Ma. “You cen't make me angry by serving din- ner whenever it's ready—preferably now.” 1 right,” Ma broke in on ‘My good- ness, I could have laaghed out loud when I heard it. Why, only the other night you were blowing to Mr. Green how you stood in with the people over at the garage—how your car was al- waye downstairs n the door—how other people had to take theirs up on elevators to the third and fourth floors and get stuck behind ten others ke ‘em an hour to get out. Ha! good! Do you know WHY your car Is always near the door, you poor simp? Not because they love your blessed little sunshiny nature—not because you over-grease their palms—but because they take your car out joy-riding every night. Some friends of Mrs. Green's rec- ognized it at the Bluegrass Inn last night!" Pop looked grim, threw on his coat, grabbed hie hat, slammed the door— 666] ‘VE plenty of good ideas nut No capital,’ that's the plaint of thousands,” remarked the successful proprietor of a thriving wholesale house. “And in many cuses doubtiess lack of money presents the only obstacle to success. not. “Some fifteen years ago I was work- elt: ys the value of which was as mo lumber. very great. I soon saw that my labor for which I was paid $30 @ week was netting my employer about threo times that. “From a dealer in mailing lets I ob- tained the names of all American mills which manufactured this product. { But it need | jthis draft when ih Gonrright, 1915, by the Press Publishing Co. (The New Tork Dreaing World), arid was on his way. Ten \minutes later this dialogue took pi Doemmood Garag ian hal op (aggreasively)—Well, the jig’e up, Smith, Bo you take my cartaue joy-riding, do you? Don't deny ft. Some triehds recounted it laat night, Smith - (smiling)—Th you, Mr. Mitt. i ate ee Pop (firing up)—Is that so? Well, why {8 my car always downstairs ne door? always in front because it's no adore to lift the blamed thing in one hand and throw it {nto @ corner when another car wants to met out. When the wheels are dirty it's being left to the last to wash because the washer knows that {t takes only one equirt of the hose to clean the dainty little thing, When they're wet, some fel- low'e hard up for a tip and spies a cup of water over ‘om just before you come in #0 you'll loosen up. Ae for joy riding, I don't take my recreation in capsules, Mr. Mitt. So, {f you're anxious about your go-cart, take it to the foot of the atreet, where t! ty Baths are renting bathhouses for the winter for cars just like vours! Pop (a half hour later to Ma)—Of course, it tsn’t true, T know it wasn't in the beeinning. He felt terrible to hand that I'd think euch a thing at Dollars and Sense By H. J. Covrri®ht, 1918, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Eventing World), Barrett. warded an order for « car and then proceeded to consider ways and means of meeting the draft when the car arrived. My assets totalled about $150; the car would it me $1,275, I was a stranger In tae city, bad mo connections either personal er financial, + “Equipped with my signed orders lesan for a staple com- totalling $1,700 and my mill quotas | tons of $1,276, tstarted a sveisuntee Well established as that of coal or| canvass of the local banks, The percentage of profit wus) jby “ "Here's a profit of $425 represented two wevks' work,’ I explained. ‘Here are the signed orders and th mill prices. If you people will meet car arrives I'l) ag- vable, then * The eu sign you the bills rece we'll deliver the product tomers, all of whom ure w answer 1 “Yes, maw," ed the OY then proceeded to write those which will remit direct to you, Youll mony bag teh en | had Be togal distribution, Several epent sL218: your! recelve #100. “You did not!" the reply. “Go phcary Bolt hat the bast terme t iraruree vourselt tor the orlatnad tr and wash it instantly.” could obtain was a promise of ship-|and hund me the halence oe feet Master Jarr disappeared, but re-| ment draft xe Bole Aal had (19,080: lexpect to bulld «bie businen aie ned ort ¢! ing necom.| ital with which to meet a dra’ atic. Natonaitetikiteen m WaERAG $9. Gants EGE: RAYNE, 9 jearload of the product 4 saw tnat taj nin. Narally, it ; which plished great juventle mystery of washing his neck without having wet hie bands. “Look at his hands! Look at his ied Mra. Jarr, “And of teacher will think it's my fault! Where ie your necktie?” “He put his necktie on our big teddy bear,” said little Emma, “Go get your necktie and put it ent And you didn’t put on a clean shirt! Oh, what shall I do with you? There! It's twenty minutes of nine—and look at him! Look! There's no strings in his shoes"— to get backing, Firat I'd better see if T can sell a car, then I'll attend to the financing,’ |Teoncluded, So armed with my san- ples, I got out among the trade, und) hin a couple of weeks had sold a load for delivery within six weehs, ‘¢ my profit was 25 per cent, and my wit pales totalled about $1,700, my grose|to that trust company profit came to about $425 for my two weeks’ work. “So far, so good. TI at once for- —————_—_—__—_—. “Everybody picks on m “Oh, dear! There 3 your fathe: | gried Mrs. Jarr, ‘‘I!@ should attend to you, young mai jwill receive my funds. But, remember,| and hung out of the window, Jealousy 16 the false alarm ¢hat wakes us from love's young dream. “Haame took then,” emiffed the boy. if you're kept in you'll get a whipping.’ after them with matharis “At the elghth institution at whieh I called, a small trust company, I closed the deal. For some months thereafter I used their money until finally I reached the point where it was unnecessary for me to borrow to meet my bills, But I've always stuck To-day my nnual volume of business totals over a half million. My account “ gti} with my original back wi ——————— you dreadful boy, Now hurry! You surely will be lati And then she kissed both oniléren caring olde