The evening world. Newspaper, November 3, 1915, Page 16

LO hh TE eae Sater eotn em (NNT we T RPOTAMLASNED BT /ORRTH rulLITEOR Pemiebed belly Racept @e gay Pyvheniag Compeny, Mee OF te 4) Perk Hew. Rew Vere j 1 npn are ve sonnets PolaVern, 2 —_—~— - Pintered ot the Pout Ofty we + at Mew York ar Reconé Fingiand em All Commirton bn Pens! Usten NO, 19,097 STATE WIDE COMMON SENSE. MK State has ro upethe proffered Cone it im the relic r The whole devious, overdrawn document ie set aside by tution and dropped dra & vote which proves that commonsense thinking on the eubject has indeed been State Thege existed no reason whatever i@ cramped for twenty years to con wide why the Commonwealth should » by an instrument of organic law! which was neither popular nor progressive, which represented only, the dickerings and bargaining special interests and party ambi-| tions. In less than three years’ time a new revision of the Constitu- tion can be before the electorate. Every mistake of the resent con- vention can now be tarned to profit in framing an instrument worthy) of the Empire State and intelligible to every voter therein. To this city the result of yesterday's vote is especially gratifying | because it opens the way for a Constitution in which the principle of home ful for the City of New York may claim full reoognition. Constitution making is no offhand job to be delegated to a lot of tinkerors left to their own devices. That lesson has been learned The next convention is going to be watched, and watched carefully. */ The State has proved it can size up a bad Constitution, There is every reason to believe it will know a good one when it sees it. ——_+ Tammany picked its candideus shrewdly. It ts enjoying the reward of those who reflect: Though we can't be good, let's be careful. oe NOT SETBACK BUT SPUR. OMAN SUFFRAGE in this State fought a great fight and W a fair fight. It brought to the polls a vote the size of which must impress both its friends and its foes, but most of all the indifferent and those who have belittled its strength. he Evening World Daily Mag Al! that it accomplished, it accomplished by clean, open methods which should prove an example and an inspiration in any communily, however hardened to the ways and means of practical politics. The Woman Suffrage amendment wgs defeated. But if anything is sure it is that the Suffragists will raise their banners as bravely and buoyantly as ever and press on to the next test. - Already they have shown Eastern States what big things can be done—without the help of party machinery, and against old and for- midable party organizatione—by earnest, unwavering devotion to a erinciple. po If, as everybody seems to agree, it was a notebly orderly and cheerful election, the reason is not fer to seck. The women did it. Bven their limited presence as watchers at the polls produced an atmosphere of consideration, politeness and g00d feeling which gave a new touch to the business of voting. ' Smiles and good manners proved an exceedingly pleasant addition to the evrroundings of the ballot box. Suffrage has lost for the moment. But what the women did for yesterday's clection in this city fs no mean argumont for the cause. po A FIRST RATE START. R. EMERSON, new head of the Health Department, attacks his job with commendable directness and energy. Before leaving his desk at the close of his first day in oftice the Acting Health Commissioner notified the street railway companies that he means rigidly to enforce the order againet filling street cats beyond one and -s half times their seating capacity; ar- ranged a conference with owners and officers of factories along the — By Roy L. Copyright, 1916, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), HEN Mr, Jarr returned home hia wife #hrieked at the sight of him. She thought it was net his corporeal presence, but an ap- parition, a wraith, presaging that Mr. The Jarr Woman’s Work for 1916 «x2ut.. By J. H. Cassel azine, Wednesday. November 3. 1915 “gq Ca —_ Family McCardell — the patois of the pictures perfectly. “It has the punch, but Claude doesn’t “It has the punch!” remarked the|want to send it anywhere, He® ‘bride, for she and her husband had lafraid the idea will be stolen.” Refiections of | a Bachelor Girl By Helen Rowland Copyright, 1016, by the Press Publidung Co, (The New York Krening Werld), ELLING a girl that you Jove her, without asking her to marry you, is Jarr bad met with sudden destruction and his disembodied spirit had has- tened to warn her that death had parted him—and her—from the pay- roll of Jabez Smith & Co. forever. Mr. Jarr had not been out of the house over fifteen minutes. He had) gone out free and independent and under no duress to return. She had Jersey side of the Hudson es a firet step toward abating the smoke and fumes that poison upper Manhsttan, and laid out a programme for maintaining sanitary standards in the city’s public and private food markete. AM! this has immediate, practical bearing upon public health and comfort, and is exactly the sort of activity that New York expecta of its Health Department. In a few weeks last winter former Health Commissioner Goldwater did more to relieve the intolerable over- crowding of surface cars than the Public Service Commission had even thought of doing in the eight years of its existence. Tf Dr. Emerson is the kind of worker he seems to be he has only to keep it up and he will find an overwhelming majority of his fellow citizens solidly behind him. Hits From Sharp Wits. People who fee) like kicking them-;at the same time fall to secure any selves rarely give vent to their feel-| good opinion. Nashville Banne er aonary . . ° Some people who boast of family trees wouldn't have any more sense than to saw off the limb’ they hap- pened to be sitting on.—Toledo Blade. One reason why a rolling stone gathers no mons is that the gathering of it would take time and when kathered it would impede the roll- ing.-Deseret News. the fret to find it out, then say noth- as 8 Ing about it. Iti je in. the movies that actions; "SPU | | | sveak louder than words.—Philadel-| Psychology is the science of ex- phia Inquirer, plaining why the time between Seonky “Yer ar | Paydays seems longer thi Bometines a man may attract at-|from one monthly gas bill to the ace tention by setting a house on fire and|—Toledo Blade, J If a man is smart he ought to be Letters From the People Row for No ‘To the Editor of The Bee as Motor-Horn! i World Are Aston Lightning Proott | To tie Halltor of The Bsening World ET MAS ae’ vous pasion a 1 have been told that an automobile nT eis wi come wary on. js the safest refuge in a thunderstorin, ; © of the automobile being made tortaining as well as enlightening | inrgely of metal und in spite of ite reading on the subject of dogs of rare| being unprotected as it moves along breeds, among them the famous Ba-| the highroad with metals exposed to nana Hound, As some of the daily|atpract lightning, I am told that per- papors have recenuy and very gerl-| sons in an automobile are absolutely ounly taken up the question of auto-| safe from lightning stroke, because mediie horns and their nerve-rack-| tbe rubber tires prevent the lightning itig noises, with a view of doing away| from damaging the car or its occu- with the nuisance, | would suggest a) pants. This sounds foollsh to me, nétseless horn, instead of the screech- | wish some scientific reader would deny i snorting, whistling, Wwheezing|or confirm the statement, briefly giv- things ngw in use, The held affords,| Ing reasons for the reply. I have also at least, splendid opportunities for!heard that no tin-roofed house has the imginative brain and should|ever been injured by lightning. I bring for.b many valuable ould also like to know if thi EXPERT MECHANIC, SKEPTICUB. { seen him enter Gus's man-trap on the corner and she knew that Mr. Jarr knew that company was ex- pected that he did not Itke. But here he was at home. She pinched him to see if it was indeed friend [ about as flattering as vending her # box of roses with the Dill at- tached, Some women “restore” their hair, some “touch it up,” some “tint” it and some just unblushingly “dye” it—all out of the same bottle. husband in the flesh, and thon pinched herself to see whether she dreamed or not. “Oh, you needn't make such a fuss about it,” grumbled Mr, Jarr, “I just stepped out for a little fresh alr. I was coming back. The way you act people would think I was @ regular bar fly and third-rail acrobat. I did drop into Gus's just to look at the clock, but I didn’t even take a glass of beer.” And this was true. ‘ “Well, wonders will never cease,’ sald Mrs. Jarr. “But I would like to know how they got you out of the place inside of ten minutes without using violence.” “aw, IL wasn't going to stay,” grum- bled Mr, Jarr, “But, by Jimminy, if fa man isn't safe in @ saloon from amateur photo - playwrights, why, what protection to the home is a sa- loon?” Mrs. Jarre 4d not understand the remark, She was not paying much attention, for she heard the electric bell ring from the push botton in the letter box from the hall below. When a man has “made hay while the sun shone,” his son is ex- ceedingly apt to burn up the hay in an endeavor to be @ shining light on Broadway. Some women trust thetr husbands as blindly as they do in heaven— and know just as little about them. Love is just # bright holiday in the midst of life’s eternal grind; and those people are happlest who enjoy it while ft lasts, forget tt when it Is over and never worry about the rents it made in their hearts or their pocketbooks. always think of a lot of pleasanter a living than by working for it, Up to twenty-five a young man ci and more fascinating ways of makin, ‘The most uninteresting woman in the world: The one over whom you made such a fool of yourself three months ago. After the first few weeks of dalliance, “love” seems to develop into nothing but a mutual passion for keeping tabs on one another. Motto for a wife: If you can’t be blind be dumb, Mollie of the Movies Maude Hoker and her hus- By Alma Woodward 1 cried Mra. Jarr. Govmrcht, 1038, by the Prem Pubhtiog Oo. (The New York Drentog World), Mrs, Jarr rushed forward and HOTOPLAYWRIGHTS near and kaa Peninsula $9 Brondway you © lassed the bride, Am a good wife P real have heen inatruntad to| Sot some tall order on your bande. and mother, Mrs, Jarr tried to keep “loosen up" on technique right in the beginning,” says he. “We in with Influential people on the| (whatever that means). can vamp a lot. How many in our social side, Mr, Claude Hoker, ‘ Lately the word has gone forth, bene rd eeehena citcint: aay pallid and yapld Uttle type of Wall | officially, that scenario builders must | Pinon of huts'll look like an Alaskan Street clerk, was also effusively wel-|give greater play to their imagina- | village if you put “Red Mask Dance comed, y Uons—that anything is possible in| Hall” and “Gold Fever Cafe" on ‘em. i the movies~-that @ scene that would] When you need ice, who knows that “pid you bring your photoplay for]! i pig on the stage wouldn't have|it'’s furnished by the Freezem Ice Mr, Jarr to look at?” Mrs, Jarre in-|q nickel’s worth of thrill on the|Co.? Canton flannel and absorbent quired of the pallid bridegroom, screen, de " cotton make good aogw 08 = sorens Mr, Hoker looked embarrassed, The other day some one got bold}and you can get all the bears an “Why, the fact 1s," explained young Mre. Hoker, “Claude hasn't quite fn- ished it yot, Ho hasn't decided whether he will make one reel of it or a serial.” Mr, Hoker etroked at his downy and di raged mustache and mur- mured that he hadn't yet decided, and sent in a story that had the Arctic as @ background, And our cute little director, the one who eald that “anything was possible in the movies,” sets to work to put frozen north in New York, im au- tumn, with me as heroine. ‘They say there's nothing you can’t find in New York if you once start out to look for it, But, believe me, when you try to transplant the Alas- geal you want out of the or from vaudeville acts. Be a sport.” So in I sacrificed myself for art. fo one knowe what I went through doing that first reel. Crawl- ing in and out of refrigerating planta and taking naps on artificially frosted pipes sounds grand in July, but in chill a it makes you feel run down and anaemic. But I was game until it cake to the Mr: Jarr Finds Refuge at Home, All Other Refuges Failing Him As a matter of fact !t was for this reason that Mr. Jarr had been spared the affliction of having to pretend he was interested in another amateur scenario. Mr. Hoker, upon considera- tion, had come to the conclusion Mr. Jarr might steal his idea and sell it himself. Down at the office Johnson, the cash- fer, and Jenkins, the bookkeeper, were the same way about the scenarios they were writing. But Fritz, the shipping clerk, and Willie, the office boy, were more trustful and confiding. Fritz and ‘Willie brought their scenarios to Mr. Jarr and had offered him a liberal per- centage if he could sell them, both Willie, the office boy, and Fritz, the shipping clerk, having sent their effu- sions in scenario writing to all the moving picture studios—especially to those studios that made it known that they did not buy or even consider for purchase any photoplays whatever. Willie, the office boy, had @ scen- ario that should have sold, because it waa just like a hundred he had seen. It was about a moonshiner’s daughter who saved and married the revenue officer, Besides, it was written in lead pencil on both sides of the paper. Fritz, the shipping clerk, had written his with the marking brush on sheets of manila wrapping paper, two feet by three, with the “leaders,” or “readers,” very neatly done and each containing the name of a city, such as: “A WERK LATER. JACK GOES TO SOUTH BEND, IND.” Fritz had also sent, by express, his ecenaria everywhere, But recently he bad grown suspicious, thinking his {dea had been stolen and changed slightly because he had seen on the screen @ read “A WEEK LATER. JACK GORS TO NEW YORK.” So finding that Mr. Claude Hoker had called to see him without having 4 scenario concealed upon his person, Mr. Jarr could have kissed him. In- stead, he kissed Mrs. Hoker, who was much better kissing. ————S See goc-gceo scene botween me and the polar bear. They gaid it was a baby bear, SOME baby, weighing about four fifty stripped. This bear was supposed to protect me from an at- tack by a walrus. There being no live walruses for rent in the United States just at present they tied a couple of elephant tusks onto a seal and sicked him on me. It was going elegant when all of a sudden the “baby” bear ups and gives me a playful tap on the back, dislo- oating my shoulder biade, injuring my hair and shredding my Alaskan attire even unto the skin. ‘Well, say, it took me about five seconds to wallop that seal and make a getaway. And from now on I play a Baite ot the tropica with a painted property boa constrictor, or a daugh- ter of the sunny south—but noth further north than latitude 45 for lit- tle Mollie! The Stories Of Stories Plots of Immortal Fiction Masterpieces By Albert Payson Terhune No. 68 THE MAN AND THE SNAKE; by Ambrose Bieree ARKER BRAYTON sme to Ran Francisco to visit bis trten@ Dr Droring. the tist, one Wing of Whose big house was gives over to a on of live shakes kept for experimental wees Brayton fat tn bie bedroom at Dr. Druring’s ope aight tying to read himself sivepy The book be had chosen was a mediaeval, peeudo- ecient ume whore abwerd errore oft made the r there was one idiotic stat nt that cert 8 Victim to them by the malignant power of their ey read this nonsensical clatin amuse rained bis eyes from the book. His lazy glance travelled about (he cory bedroom, them suddenly baited in displeased surprive Hie noticed something dark and iodistinet lying io the shadows under one corner of the bed He looked closer and was able to make out the slim shape of « snake. Brayton did not tke anakes, but tid be have any conscloug fear of them, This ure had doubUess gotten out of ite cage ta the Wing of the house where by, Druring kept t my pete, and bed founs ita way to this m. Hrayton got to his feet to ting his b of the reptile's escape An Uninvited ously, he had kept oa looks fase Visitor. ing at the Ite body way all but invisible tm the —~«oBladows ter bed, But ite eyes shone like ting points of fir © those eyes the man was staring. Brayton started to step backward toward the door, But to bis amase he found he had stepped forward instead of backward, and that he was thus @ step nearer the snake. This annoyed him 4 he tried again to step back step brought him still closer to the bed corner But the second And now he was aware of an almost overwhelming dread; a sense of utter helplessness, He could not tear away hie gaze from the anake’s Ho noted tha the serpent’s eyes were no longer mere pin-points of fire, but they seemow to pulsate, growing larger and larger, even more and more luminous and compelling | They mastered him and dragged him forward, Brayton fought against the weird » as a drowning man might battle for his life, With all his strength und with all hie will power he fought. Yet he could not turn his eyes away from that awful gaze nor save himself from moving forward, inch by inch, toward the monster, There were flecks of froth on the man’s lips, His eyes seemed starting from their sockets, He struggied madly for freedom. Yet ever he crept forward, hypnotized. AN at once the floor sprang upward and smote him omg the face, half stunning him, As he came to himself, he realize what had happened. His foot had caught in a rug; he had tripped, and had fallen with such violence that his nose was broken and his mouth cut aguinat the hard wood of the floor. But & wave of relief swept over him, The fall had removed his gaze from the snake's, The serpent’s @pell over him was broken. He was free, his own master once more, He tried to rise, As he did so, he saw he had fallen with hig head almost under the bed-edge, and less than a yard away from the snake. Instinctively No looked up. Hts glance met the serpent's. The snake's eyes no longer glowed with their former unearthly light. They were dull and glossy. The creature seemed so sure of {ts victory that it no longer needed to put forth its full supreme power to draw its victim to It. The man oould not remove his gaze, but he tried to wriggle backward out of danger, To his horror he found that each twist of his body brought him @ ttle nearer to the motionless serpent. . o- Dr. Druring, chatting in his Ifprary, was startled by a death scream j Xtirange Discovery. ir med to fill the whol world, that echoed and re-echoed through the silent house. Upstairs he rushed, to Harker Brayton’s room. There on the floor lay Brayton, face downward, his head and shoulders under the bed. Druring pulled the dody out {nto the room and turned it over. Th quite dead, en gee “Died in @ fit!” mused the doctor, Then, aa he chanced to notice the serpent coiled in the shadows, he fearlessly seized and dragged it to the light. : It was a atuffed snake. Its eyes were two shoe buttons, Dollars and Sense By H. J. Barrett. Coprrteht, 1918, by the Prem Publishing Co. (Toe New York Evening World) 66 ]T was from an article I once] with muslin, artistically read about Japanese art that] draped. This covered the door and sionally apply with good effect to my windows,” said an enterprising merchant. “The Japanese, it seems, compre- hend the enhanced value accruing from the display of but one example of @ beautiful object. Instead of filling a large vase with a huge bou- quet of blossoms, a Japanese will select just one beautiful bloom and P jt by itself, Thus the observ- er’s attention is not distracted by a superabunda of beauty, eac! flower bidding for attention, but concentrated upon the single ex- ample visible. “Next day I trimmed my window back and the folds were ee i so arr T gained an idea which I occa-| that they converged toward eae tre of the floor, thus directing the eye to this point. Here I placed one very handsome pair of women's brouze sh the smallest size, “The effect of this apparently dar- ing waste of space was promptly ap- parent. Women atopped, looked, commented on the display and muny of them entered the store, “Since then I apply this idea at in- tervals of a few weeks. L do not recommend it for regular use.. Half its force Hes in its novelty. Bup ae an eye catcher and comment creator it 1s worth an occastonal trial. But. be sure of one point: that you have plenty of sizes in stock of the par- ‘cular model you select for featur- ing so strongly.” The Woman Who Dared By Dale Drummond Copyright, 1916, by the Press Publishing Co, (The New York Evening World), CHAPTER XI, to insinuate. want.” Before he could answer me Has- kall came in. His face darkene before he had a chance to eeanot thing Mr. Lattimore spoke: “I was just telling Mrs, Bouro how much I would like you to ding with me next Monday night. Larkin and his wife are to be my other mngete, and pertans another lady,” ‘ou accepted, of oc ‘ad rose accent course,” Hasiall “Why no"— “Certainly we will com Larkin bel heard.” “Very well, at 7.30 at Real friends we all IAT the world would censure me if I were seen often with @ man not my husband, I knew. So, although occasionally Eric would beg me to lunch with him, I always rofused; but instead would Invite him to tea at the house with me. Haskall usually spent this hour at his olub and we were reasonably safe from intrusion. But one afternoon fust a tew moments after Eric came, George Lattimore was announced. I was tempted to say “not at home,” but feared to do so on account of the servants. “Well, this 1s cozy,” was his remark ae he caine in, “Hope I'm not tn the atti 5 is @ pleasant fellow, I've I must be off. Stuner s Perry $ 800n as we a wht 00m a © alone Haskall “What did you mean by rety Ko to such a dinner? Don't you koe that Larkin Is one of the bigwest financiers in the country? It seems to me that if there is anything you ean do to annoy me, you do it. Get posite of Eric Lucknow in looks as 4 new dress, a handsome one. TH pest ae io disposition apd character. ring Up the jewelry | want you to He was tall and slonder and very|"4%" 0g | ng to t at all. tea?” I replied. George Lattimore was the exact op- May I give you some blond, with almost perfect features. | Hoskull the cnough al best, Had right to make Eric's rugged virility, entirely lacking Boe penbinete 8 chanee to My %, in interest for je. omnes more tha he mere doin But he showed no concern at my|0f 1'¥ duty in a place where the deine eoolness and remained #o long that | "ay Hever abpreciated Eric rose to go. 1 dreaded to be left} jong that tho feeling Hashey red alone with him, but saw no escape. | mo was not love. sBeC Null had for “E was afraid I wasn't gong to got| in my heart had bea tye way a word with you,” he remarked when | some day he would chat eet st the door had closed upon Eric. ange, A which had brought a sorr would not be dismissed when T ra ized it would never be fulfilled, I wanted to believe that somehow, some Way, tt was for the best. But it was hard. I often tried to comfort myself by repeating tho old lines? “You had something special say?" I asked, wondering. “Yes, I wanted to ask your per- mission to be your friend. Wait"’—as I was about to speak—"don't tell me you don't need one, for I know that to uu do, I'm not blind to the way] "He who tossed. me uroughs treats you." td held, ‘ossed me down into the “Thank you, Mr. Lattimore, but you| He knows about it all, are utterly m! @ friend in t! aken. I do not He knows He knows ‘way you are pleased (To Be Continued.) ( es a oenevess :